Author's Note: I haven't done this in SOOOO long so just go easy on me in the reviews alright? I'm not sure where I'm going with this story but can you guess who Nat's mother is? I think I might take this story as far as I can go just to see if I'm any good at this writing thing like i used to be.

"Daddy… I'm fine. I have Peter, I'll be fine. It's sophomore year… are you going to do this every year until I graduate?" I whined as my dad, playboy billionaire philanthropist Tony Stark unbraided my hair just to re-braid it for the fifth time this morning. Dad had been very.. weird lately. It's like I was under surveillance 24/7 and school hadn't even started yet.

"Nat, I'm just… it's a dad thing." I sighed, a single dad thing. I don't really know who my mom was or is and I don't want to, my dad is all I need and I'm fine with that. I'm rambling and haven't even introduced myself. I'm Natasha Artemis Stark, middle name courtesy of my uncles Thor and Loki, first name, after my aunty Tasha and I'm 15 years old. My long black hair flowed over my left shoulder indicating my dad was finished braiding my hair, I sighed inwardly; This, is my crazy life. I looked at the clock just as dad finished my braid, 7:45am.

"Dad, I'm gonna be late…" I looked over myself again in the mirror, making sure every aspect of my outfit was perfect. My piercing green eyes staring a hole into my own soul. I think my dad was picking up on vibes recently that I had interest in a certain spider-boy and he didn't like it one bit. We had ended up spending the whole summer together because of dad, ironically. It's not that he didn't like Peter, heck, he'd even recruited peter himself to be part of the Avengers, but Peter and I had become best friends. I mean c'mon, he's ALWAYS at Stark Tower and we're in the same high school and ironically, we have all the same classes – which I have to thank Friday for. It would've been hard for us to not get close, there are a bunch of adults around, doing adult stuff at all times and it gets boring. Everybody knows how strict my dad is as a dad and not Tony Stark, so they kind of stay away from me. I'm fine with that though because I'm very much an introvert; The exact opposite of my dear ol' dad. I'm a bit of a nerd to, which also disqualifies me from every cool social clique in high school, so who do I stick to? My usual people, Peter and Ned, MJ is…confusing, but she's just as cool.

"You look fine sweetheart," a voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "The car is waiting on you.." he sighed, giving me a once over, a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "go be great! I love you!" he half-yelled as I walked to the elevator.

"I love you too, dad.. see you after school?" I asked, knowing that sometimes he could get extremely caught up in his basement science experiment or whatever he had going on down there.

"Yup, 3:45, I'll be here." I nodded as the elevator started to close… then I remembered something.

"Daddy, take a nap!" I yelled, his insomnia was ridiculous to say the least. I heard him laugh as the elevator went down. If he didn't get at least eight hours at some point today, I was going to drug him…and I'm serious! I looked at my watch, tapping it twice to 'wake' Friday up.

"Yes, Ms. Stark?" Friday hummed.

"Set an alarm for daddy to take a nap… every hour, I want an alarm to ring just in his office and I want you to say, "Daddy, time to go night-night"."

"As you wish, Ms. Stark."

"Thank you!" I looked at the clock, 7:59. I have two choices, be late to first period, or..

"Ms. Stark?" I jumped a little, I hadn't noticed the driver open the door. Well, it's now or never, and I learned a little bit of magic from Uncle Loki, so I decided to teleport. I made it to class right as the bell rang. Talk about beating the clock! The day went on without a hitch, Friday notified me that dad had taken a nap after the second alarm, but something was missing.. It wasn't until lunch that I realized it was Peter.

"Hey Nat!" I heard Ned call from the other end of the lunch room, jeez the kid can really utilize his voice. I walked over, half embarrassed from all the people looking at me.

"Hey, where's—" "Your boyfriend?" MJ cut me off. I blushed but quickly hid it, something else I learned from Uncle Loki.

"Not my boyfriend, but where's Peter?" I hadn't heard from him all morning and usually I get at least one, 'Are you awake yet?' text at 5am. I'm still not entirely sure why he wakes up that early.

"He mentioned being sick or something like that, but he didn't want us to tell you because you—" "Overreact" MJ finished Ned's sentence. I gasped in faux surprise. Me?! Overreact?! The daughter of bILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY PHILANTHROPIST TONY EFFING STARK?! "You do know you're saying all of this out loud right?" MJ asked. I huffed and turned on my heel, flicking them off. I will not tolerate such slander from my friends. While walking down the hall, I dipped off into the bathroom, tapping my watch again.

"Friday? Locate Peter…" I half-whispered. After a few seconds, there was a beep,

"Peter Parker located.." I nodded at the location and phased through the bathroom wall, teleporting to Peter's balcony, which happened to be a TERRIBLE place for me to end up because nobody knew that I knew how to do magic, what was even a mystery to me was how I was so good at it and I wasn't a god like Uncle Thor or Uncle Loki, I remember as a baby, Uncle Loki used to call me the Goddess of Mischief and ironically, I loved it. It fit, I was always playing pranks on someone or practicing magic. I remember getting in trouble when I was 12 because I somehow teleported to Asgard when Uncle Loki couldn't make it to my birthday party. I was shaken out of my thoughts when a bird landed on me and I freaked. I am not a fan of flying creatures. Never have been, never will be. I inhaled sharply and knocked on Peter's balcony door as if he wasn't supposed to question how I got ten stories up with no ladder. I smiled a little when I noticed his head pop up from his bed and quickly frowned when I noticed the bruises. He went on a freakin' mission and didn't tell me. Again.

"Nat!"

"P-Peter," dangit, I mentally cursed myself. I'd be lying if I said he didn't make me nervous. I think it's the eyes…or the fact that he had on nothing but compression shorts. My young inexperienced eyes, I thought to myself. "Wh—"

"How'd you get to the balcony?" He asked, pulling me inside.

"Uhh… Friday… helped?" I lied. Peter narrowed his eyes but said nothing. "But that's not what I'm here for..what happened to you?" I inquired, trying to not go all 'Mother Hen' on him like I normally do.

'Ms. Stark, it is now 1:45pm' Friday interrupted. I made a mental note, school ends soon and I don't want Dad to be suspicious if I come home late. I also wanted to come home with all of my homework, my dad was the super strict academic type, although that was no biggie, little slip ups could cost me the little freedom I do have.

"Sparring…. With the big guy…" I raised my eyebrow an inch. There are a few big guys in The Avengers. "Banner."

"WHA—" Before I could finish, Peter was covering my mouth with his hand.

"You know if Aunt May hears you, she'll tell your dad. Mr. Stark had me sparring with Hulk to get me used to that kind of combat, I couldn't go around fighting guys smaller than me, you know? Eventually I'm going to come across somebody bigger and I need to be ready.. I'm okay, I promise, okay?" I nodded, eyes still wide at the close contact. "Are you calm now?" I nodded again as he slowly removed his hand.

"You missed some stuff.. but it's okay, I have all the work you missed." I quickly changed the subject, trying to not focus on how practically naked Peter was.

"Thank you. This is why you're my best friend…" I raised my eyebrow, "Is that the only reason, Parker?" Peter looked shocked.

"N-No! No! Of course not!" I snorted, he's cute when he's nervous. "I know Peter… anyway, while I'm here, is there anything you want me to do? Get you a new ice pack? Re-bandage those cuts? Food? Are you hungry?" I rambled, rattling off the mental list I had going on in my head. In more ways than one I was like my dad, my mind was doing a million things at once at all times…and I'm pretty damn good looking.

"I do have a request," he sort of whispered. I nodded, he knew I'd do anything for him. "I haven't been able to really sleep for a few days, do you mind if I use you as – for a lack of better words – a stuffed bear? As weird as it is to admit it, I think I just need to cuddle with something." I blushed, I had done this whole cuddle thing with Peter before but it was always on accident. "And then you can tell me how you REALLY got up here." He smiled. I snorted, taking my shoes off.

"I'm not wearing outside clothes in your bed, I need a shirt." I mumbled. I had a bit of OCD when it came to wearing outside clothing in bed, germs, outdoor germs, on clean sheets. It irked my soul. Peter handed me an obviously oversized shirt and stared at me. I stared back, poking him. "Turn around! You can't see me without clothes on!" I hissed. Peter laughed and turned around as I yanked the dress off and pulled his shirt on quickly. I slid onto his bed awkwardly and he quickly laid on my chest.

"Nice bra." He mumbled, before falling asleep. I had never blushed so much in my life. My face was so red I thought I'd die, but before I could die of embarrassment, I fell asleep too. I won't lie though, the bra I had one was indeed cute, and yellow. My favorite color.

A few hours later, I heard a very stern voice hiss my name. I know that voice. My eyes shot open, "Dad, I—" He held up one finger, effectively silencing me. Peter hadn't woken up yet but I must admit we were found in a pretty compromising position. Peter's back was facing the door and I was somehow facing him, my arms and legs wrapped around his body. I wasn't even the one who needed to sleep, so how did I end up discombobulated?! When Peter had finally woken up, dad flicked him in the forehead.

"What the hell, kid? Was this the plan?" He questioned. Aunt May was way more lenient than my dad was, but I can only assume either Aunty May called my dad or Friday did. Peter looked genuinely confused, to him, it was nothing out of the ordinary for us to fall asleep like this, but to my dad, this was terrible. I knew his mind was presenting him with all types of end games to what happened and I knew all of them were wrong.

"The plan?" Peter repeated.

"The plan kid—Artemis, get dressed, NOW. The plan, get my daughter into bed?"

"Daddy!" He never, and I mean NEVER calls me Artemis.

"Because I just want to know what the hell was going on here? Why are you both half naked? Who thought this was a good idea?" I blushed, getting dressed behind my dad.

"Daddy it was my idea! You know I hate getting in bed with outdoor clothes on! This isn't his fault!" I fired back, if anything, Peter was confused and the look on his face made my heart skip a few beats.

"Is there a thing going on here that I don't know about? You guys dating? She's too young to date, Peter. So that's out of the question. Somebody tell me something!"

"Mr. Stark, I—"

"I don't believe you.."

"Daddy! You didn't even let him finish."

"Well you know what, I don't think I care. It's 3 hours AFTER the time you're supposed to get home and I'm supposed to be calm? After finding you in spideykid's bed?! No! Get in the car. Now!" He half-yelled. I sighed, dejectedly and said bye to Peter, walking downstairs. Dad stayed for another fifteen minutes before getting in the car. "You're grounded" were the first words he said to me. Grounded. On the first day of Sophomore year. "You know, you're smart as a whip, you take after your m…." he drifted off, "I don't want you dating Peter. Get the thought out of your head because I know it's there. It's dangerous dating a superhero and you're too young."

"Daddy, I'm fifteen! I'll be sixteen soon! I'm not a baby anymore! I.. I don't even know If Peter likes me-"

"Of course he likes you, you're my kid. I'd be offended if he didn't." I sat, confused. "But I don't want you two dating…"

"Is that why you don't date? Because it's too dangerous?" I inquired. Dad had no love interest and that had to change. I couldn't live the next three years on a strict no dating rule, I had to find him someone.

The Goddess of Mischief is Back.

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