Summary: (Peter xOC)-Peter and Ned had expected to have fun when they went skydiving for Peter's eighteenth birthday. They certainly didn't expect to find a beautiful girl laying on the ground where they land, having no memory of what happened. No matter how much they try to give her a normal life, they can't hide the strangeness that comes with this girl who has powers. It's only a matter of time before the pieces come into place...

A/N: Hey, guys! Yes, I know I have a ton of W.I.P stories, but why not start another one? I know, it's a bad habit of mine. This was a really random idea I had, but I want to try it out. Please review with any comments or criticisms. I apologize if the characters are a little OOC. This story is set a few months after IW, they defeated Thanos, and they brought people who died from The Snap back. Also, Peter is an Avenger.

It all started with skydiving. Peter's eighteenth birthday was coming up, and Tony wanted to make sure it was a birthday to remember. He had been working in his lab, blasting ACDC, and trying to come up with good ideas. He was scrolling through a list in his head of stuff eighteen-year-olds could do. He knew a tattoo and cigarettes were out of the question. His aunt would forbid him from ever seeing Peter again faster than he could say "I'm sorry". He had only ever said that to her once. A few months ago, when Peter was nothing but dust on his hands and clothes. He hoped he would never have to say those words to her again.

Peter ran into the room. "Mr. Stark!"

"Hey, kid," he greeted as he turned his music down. "Aren't you supposed to be home?" Most days, he would visit/train with the Avengers after school. Some days, his aunt specifically said he had to come home immediately after school. Earlier, his aunt had called Tony to tell him that exact thing.

Peter scratched the back of his head nervously. "Yeah, but I came to talk to you about something."

"Is this about drugs?"

Peter shook his head.

"Girls? If this is about sex..."

"No! It's nothing like that," he assured him quickly.

Whatever it was, he had to make it quick. For both of their sakes. "Okay, but make it quick, kid. Before your aunt has a heart attack."

He nodded in understanding. "So, my birthday is coming up and I was wondering..if I could go skydiving."

Tony took a double take."Excuse me, did you just say skydiving?" Tony picked up the soda he had set on the counter earlier, and took a sip. Pepper had been trying to wean him off of alcohol. Even though soda could be just as bad, Pepper had called it taking baby steps.

"Yeah. Ned's uncle is a skydiving instructor, and he said Ned could bring a friend if he wanted to try it for free. You know, considering Ned is already eighteen."

Gears started turning in Tony's head. He had tried skydiving before, and it had been pretty awesome. At the same time, he had heard stories of people dying from skydiving. Sure, there were classes. That didn't make it any less dangerous.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "And your aunt's okay with this?"

Peter cleared his throat. "Uh-she doesn't know yet. I just wanted to get your permission first."

Tony put a hand on his shoulder. "You know, Pete it's not my permission you have to worry about."

He nodded. "Yeah I-I know." Tony considered his options. He could say no, and have his aunt say no. He could say yes, and have his aunt say no. Those were pretty much his only two options. He felt bad for Peter. If he was him, he would not be looking forward to having that conversation.

He sighed. "I don't know kid." He picked up one of his tools, and started working on the left arm to the Iron Man suit. The arm had started malfunctioning for some reason.

"Please, Mr. Stark. It sounds really fun. I'll take classes, and to be fair, I have faced worse." He supposed he was right. He had faced various villains including the Vulture, and the mad titan Thanos. Heck, he had even turned into dust before. And came back. Although, they never talked about Peter's death, the Thanos incident had been two months ago. Didn't the kid deserve to live a little?

"Okay."

Peter had been rambling on about being careful, and how much fun it would be. He stopped his rambling. "Really? Wow. Now all I have to do is get Aunt May's permission." He winced, realizing what he just said. "Oh. Right."

Tony put his tool down. "Good luck with that. Now go home."

Peter ran out of the room and called out, "Thanks, Mr. Stark!" Tony allowed himself a smile. That kid...