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A/N: Wow I can not believe how much of a response I got from just one chapter. I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter! Enjoy this latest update!

P.S. I do not own the novel IT. That belongs to Stephen King. Or any other books, TV shows, or movies that are mentioned in this chapter.

Chapter 2: What a weird life

10 years later

If fifteen year old Grace Stark was asked to describe her life using only one word, she would describe it as weird.

With a dad who was an eccentric billionaire―who also happened to be Iron Man―and a whole team of superheroes who she considered most of them to be family or close friends―things were bound to be a little more than unusual.

The list of these so called unusual people she knew was long.

For starters there was Captain America. Who she absolutely adored with all her heart when she was younger. Agent Coulson might have been his number one fan but Grace was a close second. This was something her dad found rather annoying. He never understood why she found Spangles so fascinating. He would always childishly tell her that he was Iron Man and that should have been way better than knowing Captain America. But alas her inner fan-girl was just too much for her to handle. She thought Captain America was awesome. Even to this day. Thankfully throughout the years her admiration had lowered down a bit. She was no longer that hyperactive kid around him. She guessed it had to do with her getting to know the man behind the costume. Steve Rogers. The kind hearted man who always gently reminded her to watch her language. Cause apparently to the super solider Tony wasn't doing that enough. Grace always found that to be amusing. It wasn't like she cursed a lot but she wasn't a total Saint when it came to language either. The occasional F bomb dropped every now and then. Along with other not so lady like words. She remembered the exact words she had said when she saw Captain America for the first time.

"Holy shit! It's really you!"

To say Steve was shocked to hear that from her―a ten year old girl at the time―was a complete understatement. He was completely baffled. But she could have also sworn she saw some type of amusement pass through his eyes. Nevertheless, thanks to Steve's persistence he had managed to annoy her dad to give her a week worth of grounding thanks to that little comment. Much to her annoyance. She remembered what he had said to her dad. "A ten year old girl shouldn't be speaking that way, Stark. What kind of example are you setting for her?"

Back then what Steve said didn't mean much to Grace but as she grew it started to. Her dad never set a bad example for her. Sure he had his faults but never did he mistreat her or teach her to do bad things. She was too expressive with her language at times. Which was something she had learned on her own and it was something she had worked on solving throughout the years. Her dad though never really made a big deal of her cursing, except for that time when Steve kept pestering him about it. As she knows now Steve Rogers knew how to push her dad's buttons. And although her dad did end up reluctantly grounding her, his response to Steve was one that to this day made her smile. Which was the ever hilarious retort of, "Put a zipper on it, Capsicle!"

So meeting Captain America was definitely interesting and amusing but so was meeting Thor.

The blonde Demigod with the mystical hammer, who oddly enough always ended up eating all her pop-tarts whenever he visited. He was also the one who had stepped on her toys and broke them. She lost count of how many toys of hers he had crushed. Besides the destruction to her toys she got along fairly well with Thor. Once getting passed his thundering ways he was quite the funny fellow. The same could not be said about his brother. Meeting Loki, or as she liked to call him Rudolph, who had almost destroyed earth because he wanted to take over, was not a great experience. She felt relieved knowing he was now locked away in Asgard.

Then there was Dr. Bruce Banner, the brilliant but introverted man who she considered to be like a second dad to her. The same man who at first was rather reluctant to be anywhere near her in fear of him 'hulking' out and hurting her. Over the years though, his refusal to be anywhere near her lessened. With the help of Tony of course. Now whenever the Gamma radiation scientist wasn't busy he always found time to spend with her.

Of course her Uncle Rhodey, was on the list of people she knew and on the people she cared for the most. He had been with her dad since the beginning, even before she showed up in his life. Rhodey not only looked after her, but he helped keep an eye out on her dad as well. Which was something she was grateful for. As well as Pepper. The light red haired woman who was now the CEO of Stark's industries, but to Grace she was more than just some CEO. She was like a mom to her and she was part of the family.

Two other people Grace was close to now were Clint and Natasha. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who thanks to her constant begging and permission from her dad, taught her a few fight moves here and there. She might have not been spy worthy material but she sure as hell knew how to throw a punch.

As of recent she was becoming more acquainted with Vision. A polite, calm, android. She actually liked Vision. He was just so mellow and peaceful to be around. He was also easy to talk to and even though he wasn't technically human, she still viewed him as one. Plus he offered great advice. The downside was that he still didn't grasp the concept of using doors. She lost count on how many times he has surprised her. Not to mention she had tried several of his attempts at cooking, and let's just say he had a lot to still learn about the culinary arts.

The two recent members with the super enhanced abilities, Wanda with her mind tricks and Pietro with his super speed, were also people she got along with. She was glad that they no longer held a grudge against her dad. The new found friendship she had with them allowed her to get close with them and she was the one who helped them with fitting in and understanding modern pop culture.

There were others she knew but she wasn't as close with like the others. Such as Sam Wilson, also known as the Falcon, who she made the occasional small talk every now and then. Grace only met Stephen Strange―or as he was usually now called Doctor Strange―once but that was enough for her to get an opinion on him. The teen liked him (even if he did butt heads with her dad). And why wouldn't she? He was a freakin' sorcerer. His powers reminded her of Harry Potter. A series she absolutely loved.

Then there was Scott Lang, aka Ant-Man, who she only talked to a few times, but every time she did so for some reason he always told her to never go to Baskin Robbins for ice-cream. Saying that Baskin Robbins always finds out. She had no idea what that meant, but never asked him to elaborate.

So for the most part she pretty much knew everyone on the team. Well almost everyone. She had yet to personally meet T'Challa (Black Panther), Bucky Barnes, and Spider-Man, but that was besides the point.

Safe to say there was never a boring day in Grace Stark's life. Each day was a adventure of its own.

Even today.

Even if she had no idea how things were going to turn out today or who she was going to meet.

It was Saturday and the young Stark woke up at the same time she always did on the weekends.

At nine in the morning.

A time that was neither too early or too late. For her anyways. Her dad thought otherwise. He believed that nine o'clock in the morning was way too early. Then again he never was a morning person. He was more a night time person, which was the complete opposite of her. But that wasn't the only thing they differed from each other. It was just the one thing her dad liked to point out the most. He thought of her as a energizer bunny since she was always up before him. But not before Pepper. Pepper always woke up before either Grace and Tony.

So Grace was not at all surprised to see Pepper, all dressed and ready for the day, in the kitchen drinking coffee and looking over some paperwork that was scattered all over the kitchen counter.

"Good morning." Grace chirped as she reached into one of the cabinets. She grabbed a granola bar and put it inside her jean pockets.

Pepper looked up from the mess she had and gave her a smile. "Good morning." She took in the young teens outfit. Grace was wearing a blue t-shirt, black jeans, her black vans, a grey beanie over her head, and she could see the sunglasses that were tucked inside her jean pockets. The sunglasses and beanie though is what really informed her of what was going on. This was her incognito outfit. Which only meant one thing. "You going out?" She asked her.

Grace nodded her head. "Yup! Gonna head to the bookstore and buy myself a book."

Pepper's lips quirked. "Another one? I thought you were reading, Pride and Prejudice?"

"I was." Grace replied. She shrugged her shoulders. "I already finished."

"Already?" Pepper exclaimed, astonished. "Grace you bought that book two days ago."

Grace smiled. "Pepper you should know by now that books that are close to 400 pages is nothing new to me. I want more."

She had a point there. The girl could read a book so quick it made Pepper's head take a wild spin. "So what book are you going to read next?"

"IT by Stephen King." Grace quickly replied.

Pepper's eyes widen a bit. "Isn't that the one with the clown?"

Grace grew sheepish. "Uh...yeah."

Pepper now looked at her as if she had just asked to go sky diving without the parachute. "Why in the world would you want to read that book? Do you want nightmares?"

Grace bit the inside of her cheek. "Because I want to read it before the movie comes out."

"Isn't there already a movie out about it?" Pepper asked continuing with her questions.

Grace shifted her feet. "Yes, but that's the 1990's version. I want to read it for the remake that's going to come out in a few months."

Pepper still had on a muddled expression."Why?"

"Because Bill Skarsgård going to be in it and he's playing the lead role." Grace finally shyly admitted to her.

"That's why you want to read it?" Pepper asked resisting the urge to laugh. Grace sure was acting like a teenage girl right now. It seemed like just yesterday she was still that little girl who thought boys were gross because they had boy germs. But now here she was at fifteen getting crushes. Actually willing to be scared because the actor she was crushing over was going to be in the movie. Oh how time went by fast and how she had changed. She had no doubt if Tony overheard her say that he would have either light heartily teased her or flat out refused to believe that she actually had a crush on someone.

Grace sighed. She knew her crush on Bill Skarsgård was ridiculous, but she was too into him to care what other people thought of it. Or that's what she would tell herself. She tried appearing to be nonchalant. "Yeah, but also because I am genuinely interested with the plot of the story." She said, but she could tell Pepper wasn't at all buying that reason.

"Okay, well have fun with that." Pepper replied with her amused smile.

Grace just rolled her eyes playfully. She was making her way towards the elevator before Pepper spoke up again. Her tone of voice held total mother hen protectiveness.

"Did you take your medication when you woke up?"

Grace should have known she was going to ask her that. It was a question that had been asked since she was thirteen years old. Sometimes by Pepper, other times by her dad. She glanced over her shoulder. "As if I ever forget." Which was true...she never forgot to take her medication. She always was on time with taking it. In the mornings and afternoons. The consequences of not made her anxious.

Pepper, relieved, nodded her head. "Just double checking."

Grace couldn't help but add a side comment. "Like always?"

Pepper frowned a little. "Is it a crime to worry over you?"

Grace's eyes soften. "No..." She answered. "But my dad already worries enough. You don't need to do."

"Well you're out of luck because I do worry." Pepper's expression became lighthearted. "That's my over nurture nature for you. Years of looking after your dad did that to me."

Grace laughed a little. "Tell my dad I went out, yeah?"

"I will." Pepper said nodding her head. A smiled escaped her. "When he wakes up that is." She then tilted her head. "You know you don't have to walk or take the bus, you can just have Happy take you."

Grace knew of that option but she wanted to feel like a normal girl her age. And having a personal driver with a nice looking car was not going to make her feel that way. Not at all.

She shook her head.

"No, that's okay."

"You sure?" Pepper asked one more time.

"Yeah, besides I can use the fresh air." Grace confirmed.

"At least eat something." Pepper insisted.

Grace held up the granola bar she had.

Pepper gave her a look of disapproval. "That is not breakfast."

Grace put the granola bar back inside her pocket. "Don't worry. I'll stop somewhere to get something to eat." She reassured her.

Pepper accepted her answer. "Fine but call if you need anything."

"Will do!" Grace exclaimed before she stepped into the elevator.

"Where to, Grace?"

Grace smiled at hearing her dad's A.I. Sure she missed hearing Jarvis' voice, but Friday's was just as soothing. "To the lobby, Friday." She answered kindly to her.

"Will today be a busy day for you?"

Grace reached for the granola bar she had and then raised it as if she were toasting. "Here's hoping." She cheered before unwrapping the granola bar and then taking a huge bite.

Grace ended up stopping for doughnuts.

Which wasn't exactly considered breakfast, but could you blame her? They just looked so delicious. Of course when asked by Pepper or her dad, she'd just say she ate at McDonalds' or something. Which besides the place, she wasn't really lying. She was going to eat a real meal eventually. It's just that she was really excited to head to the book store and buy the book she had been wanting.

Once eating the box of doughnuts she bought, she proceeded on her way to the book store. Through the whole walk, she kept readjusting her beanie and sunglasses. It was crucial for people not to recognize her. The last thing she wanted was to be gawked at because she was Tony Stark's daughter. Fifteen years old and she was still unnerved by how much attention she gets from the public. Sometimes it wasn't so bad but for the most part it was just too much to handle.

Thankfully the book store wasn't that far away from the doughnut place. With a smile on her face, Grace walked into the store. Already being familiar with the store she quickly went to the area that had all of Stephen King's works. She had no problem finding the book and once she had it she went to line up for the cash register. On her way there she passed by a group of kids her age. They were lounging around the fantasy book area and it looked like they were having an interesting conversation with each other. What held her attention though was how happy and friendly they looked around each other. It was obvious they were all friends with each other.

A feeling of jealousy passed through her.

This was not an uncommon feeling for Grace. Whenever she saw people her age hanging out she always got jealous and sad. Since it just made her realize how without friends her age she really was.

The line moving forward caused her to move her gaze away from the group of friends.

"Next!" Came a over the top girl voice.

This caused Grace to furrow her eyebrows. Her bemusement grew once she saw who was behind the counter. Although she was wearing sunglasses her vision was still good. Usually there was an older woman at the cash register. Marge was her name she believed. But instead of the nice looking older woman, there was a girl with medium blonde length hair who looked college aged. Guess the store hired someone new. Grace noticed how bored the girl looked. Perhaps she just wasn't liking the job? Grace pondered as she made her way to the counter.

The blonde girl gave her a quick look. She pursed her lips when she saw the book she had with her. "Sweetie, wouldn't you want something less scary and age appropriate? How about Harry Potter?"

Grace cringed at the fact that she had been called sweetie. Only her dad was allowed to call her that. She harden her expression as she slid the book towards her. "Lady, I finished the Harry Potter series within a week when I was eight years old. Just ring me up already." She didn't mean to sound so rude, but she didn't like how the girl assumed she wasn't able to handle an adult book like IT. Or maybe it was just her natural Slytherin coming out of hiding.

The blonde pressed her lips together. "Aren't you the assertive one."

Grace knew she was being sarcastic. Please, her dad was Tony Stark, she spoke sarcasm fluently. She gave her a sardonic like smile. "You bet."

The girl bristled at that. She then complied and rung her up. She bagged her book and then took the money that was handed to her. She then held up the receipt. "Would you like the receipt? You know in case you want to return it for another book?"

Translation: In case you're too stupid to understand it.

Grace's felt her anger and annoyance rise. "No, thanks." She replied sharply.

The girl however disregarded her answer. "I'll put it inside anyways." She said as she threw the receipt inside the bag. She then gave her a smile as if knowing how much she was annoying her. "You're welcome."

Never did Grace think it was possible for someone to sound like Sadie Saxton from the TV show Awkward, but the girl sounded so much like said character. Which just bothered the teen even more.

Grace wanted more than anything to take off her sunglasses right then and there to let this rude older girl know who she was talking down to. She wanted to be Emma Roberts' character from American Horror Story and be like, "Surprise bitch!" but she kept her cool. She knew reveling her true identity would just cause trouble. Trouble she wanted to avoid. She waited until she was outside the bookstore to rip up the receipt. And boy did it feel good when she did so.

Once Grace cooled down from that incident, her hunger came with a vengeance. She wanted to spend a little time at the park and read a few chapters, but she couldn't ignore her stomach. It was hungry and she knew if she waited longer she was just going to get hangry.

Hungry and angry, which was not a good combination.

She spent a few minutes on Yelp on her cellphone to see reviews of places she could go eat at. She could have just made it easier on herself and gone to that shawarma place her dad loved so much but she was strangely craving a sandwich today. According to Yelp there was this sandwich shop with really good reviews. Delmar's. It was located in Queens though so she would have to take a cab to get there.

But Grace didn't' mind the trip. She just wanted her sandwich.

So she got a cab, took her belongings, and ordered the driver to drive to where this awesome sandwich shop was at. Thankfully traffic wasn't that bad and she was able to arrive in good time. She paid the driver and grabbed her belongings before getting out. She then readjusted her beanie and sunglasses as she made her way inside the sandwich shop.

The first thought that came to Grace's mind when stepping inside Delmar's was that it was quaint. It was small but not too small were it felt stuffy. It was the right size small. There was a few people sitting around eating their sandwiches. That just made Grace's stomach rumble more. She didn't have to wait long for an employer to assist her.

"Hello." Said a middle aged man that was behind the counter. "How may I help you?"

Grace turned to face him. Her attention was briefly taken due to the cat that was laying on one of the counters. She mentally awed because she had always liked cats. When she heard the man cough, she offered a apologetic smile. She quickly looked over the menu that was on the board. "Um, can I get the number one special?" The man nodded his head and began writing down her order. "Actually can I get two orders of the number one special?" She figured she'd get her dad something to eat. He'd probably already be awake right now and although he most likely have already ate, she wanted to get him his lunch. Which technically this was her lunch too. Breakfast as well. "No mayo on either of them." Grace added holding in her expression of ew. She and her dad hated mayo.

The man once again nodded his head. "Alright be ready in a few. What's your name?"

Grace frowned. "My name?"

The man gave her a weird look. "Yeah, your name for when your order gets called."

Oh...now she felt silly. Of course they need to know 'her' name. This shouldn't have been difficult to answer, but for some reason it was. "Uh..." A few seconds passed before she was able to come up with one. "Stevie...last name Nicks."

The man gave her a funny look at hearing that name. Grace just gave him a sheepish smile. Luckily for her the man just shook his head and moved onto making her sandwich. She sighed in relief. Out of all the places she could have gone...but according to Yelp this shop sold the best sandwiches in Queens. Or that's what the reviews said online. She was about to find out if that was true.

Grace backed away from the counter and headed towards an empty table. She sat down and then took out the book she had bought. Excitement went through her as she read the title. Although frighten by how horrific the book might be, she wanted more than anything than to read the whole book and prove that annoying book store cashier wrong. She wasn't stupid. Sure she didn't have her dad's intelligence when it came to math and science, but she was smart. She loved writing and reading. English was her strong suit. And she wasn't about to be brought down due to some girl's judgement. Not again. Deciding to wait until she was somewhere else, Grace put her book back inside the bag. A few minutes passed of her still waiting before she decided to take out her cellphone. She proceeded to play Pokemon Go. She was in the process of actually capturing a Pikachu when a bell rang.

"Order for...Stevie Nicks?"

The person calling out the order sounded more like they asking a question, which made Grace let out a giggle. Once putting away her phone, she got up from her seat and made her way towards the cashier. Taking out the extra dollar bills she had, she paid the man. She then grabbed the to go order that was inside the bag. Thankfully the bags she had weren't that heavy. Although maybe if she hadn't been focusing on making sure everything was inside the bag, then she wouldn't have bumped into him. But then again maybe that was meant to happen.

The sudden impact made Grace lose her balance. Luckily she hadn't dropped any of her bags, but the same could not be said about her sunglasses. Realizing that she was no longer wearing them made her want to curl into a ball. And the fact that she had bumped into someone made things worse. Her gaze went towards the floor and quickly began to search for her sunglasses. She saw them but before she was able to grab them the person she had bumped into, who she now knew was a boy with dark haired, reached for them.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Here." The boy said as he grabbed the sunglasses. He made a move to give it to her, but stopped when he fully saw her face. His brown eyes widen in awe and his cheeks started to get warm. "Oh my God, you're―"

Before he was able to finish his sentence, Grace put her hand over his mouth. "Shh!" She whispered lowly. The teen looked around to see if they had attracted attention from the other customers. She relaxed when it appeared no eyes were on them. She let her hand fall down from the boy's mouth. After that she noticed how he was still looking at her with what looked like admiration. For a second there his staring got to her, but not in a bad way. He just had really nice warm brown eyes.

If it weren't for how anxious she was, Grace would have blushed, but she was too focused on trying to not be noticed. She suddenly realized how she had just invaded his personal space. "Sorry about that." She apologized. She then grabbed the sunglasses from him and put them on. After adjusting them she was able notice how the boy was still staring at her. "Uh, hello?" She questioned bemused. Yet again he did not respond. "Yo!" She said snapping her fingers. "You there?"

The boy continued to gawk at her before he was able to get a hold of himself. Well tried to. He was still in total shock. "You're―she's―are you really here right now?"

Grace huffed. "I'm not who you think I am. I mean, obviously I am her, but right now I am just a normal teenage girl trying to enjoy her sandwich." Even though he probably couldn't tell because of her sunglasses, she still gave him a pointed look. "You never saw me, okay?"

The boy had to blink a couple times before he was able to nod his head. He cleared his throat."Right, of course."

Grace managed a small smile. "Okay then. Bye." She said and then without saying or even looking at him again, she hurriedly left the sandwich shop.

Behind her stood a very awed and flustered Peter Parker. The reason being? Well he had finally met Tony Stark's daughter.

"Wow." He said letting out a heartfelt sigh. Talk about an interesting day.