Parker rolled over in bed and groaned. Her head ached. She reached up a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes and remembered she still had her spider suit on.

Sighing, she gingerly rolled out of bed to stand in front of her full length mirror. Her face fell as she took in the damage; the suit was too damaged to be repaired.

She quickly stripped it off and assessed her wounds. The gash across her stomach was still there, but healing nicely. It should be gone in another day or so. There was a new scar over her right eyebrow and a bruise to accompany it. Her arms and legs had been scraped when she collided with the building, but those were gone now.

"My scans indicate that you are nearly healed and could use a shower and some food," JARVIS spoke as she turned to look at her back.

"Yeah, thanks J. Hey, what time is it? Where is everybody?"

"It is 3:42 pm on Thursday afternoon. Mr. Stark left a message for you: 'Hey, Parker, the team was called away on a mission. We should be back in 24 hours or so. Get some rest and behave!'"

The recorded message ended and Parker rolled her eyes.

Behave, she mumbled. Sure thing, Dad. I'll behave.

She ground her teeth as she headed for the shower. She seethed as the hot water washed the dried blood from her hair. After the way he had yelled at her in front of the team, had embarrassed her on national news, how dare he tell her to behave! She wasn't some child! It's not like he behaved when he was her age!

A smile slowly crept across her face as she began to develop a plan. If he wanted to make her mad, fine. Two could play that game. She finished her shower, made herself a sandwich, and set to work on her laptop.

Several hours of coding later, she clicked 'save' and removed the usb stick from her laptop. She made her way down to Tony's workshop and found the panel in the wall that housed JARVIS's brain.

"Miss Stark, I must ask you to stop what you are doing. It isn't safe."

"Don't be such a worry wart, J. You won't feel a thing."

She placed the usb stick into the port, moved some wires around and listened.

"J," she called. "You still there?"

"Yes, Miss Stark."

"Excellent! Initiate Party Protocol."

"Initiating."

An hour later, Stark Tower was teeming with people. Party Protocol had invited all of Midtown High to her place for the party of the century! As more people showed up, JARVIS had pizza delivered. He also unlocked the liquor cabinet at Parker's request.

She drank. And drank. And drank.

She and her guests drank until Tony's liquor cabinet was completely empty. She wasn't sure if she could get drunk now that she had an incredibly high metabolism, but it turned out that after five bottles of vodka, she could, in fact, become inebriated.

A few of the less drunk guests had wandered down to Tony's workshop and found some spare Iron Man parts lying around. A working gauntlet made it's way to the living room.

"Hey," Parker shouted. "Lemme show you how it works!"

She sloshed beer on the girl standing next to her as she took hold of the Iron Man gauntlet and put it on. Everyone watched with bated breath as she held up her hand and aimed it at the glass windows. She flexed her hand and a pulse of energy shot from her palm, shattering the window.

The crowd cheered and shouted, "Again! Again!"

Parker blasted several more windows as the crowds cheered her on. As the broken glass settled from the last window, Iron Man rose into the air.

The party guests screamed and squealed in delight.

"Is it really him?"

"The REAL Iron Man!"

"Dude! Way cool!"

"Best! Party! Ever!"

Tony's suit scanned the room, noting how many underaged teenagers were drunk. His eyes rested on Parker and his faceplate lifted.

"Parker, put down the gauntlet," he cautioned.

"Make me," she laughed.

The crowd 'ooooooed'.

"Parker, I'm serious. Hand it over before someone gets hurt."

He slowly flew through one of the shattered windows and landed on the carpet. Parker didn't think. She raised the gauntlet, flexed her hand, and watched as her dad dodged the fireball. Tony cursed in his headset and Steve answered over the comms.

"Tony? What's going on? Why isn't JARVIS responding to anyone's calls?"

"It's Parker! She's drunk and she has one of the gauntlets!" She shot at him again and he swerved, the fireball grazing his shoulder. "She must've hacked his system!"

Tony stood firm, his own gauntlet raised, and aimed carefully. He activated the fire extinguisher, putting out Parker's gauntlet before she could fire at him again. He took the gauntlet from her and raised his faceplate again.

"Ok, boys and girls, party's over! JARVIS, get these kids home safely!"

"Aye, aye, captain," the AI replied.

Tony rolled his eyes at the response and wondered just how much damage Parker had caused.

By the time the house was cleared of guests, Parker had passed out on the couch. Tony put away the suit and the lone gauntlet and surveyed the mess in his living room. The rest of the team arrived as Tony was picking through broken glass.

"What in the hell," Clint asked as they paused on the seventh floor landing.

"What happened here," Steve asked. "Is Parker alright?"

"Parker is passed out on the couch," Tony motioned angrily as he stood to face the team. "She decided to host a party while we were away. She hacked JARVIS's controls, which is why he wasn't responding. Not sure of the extent of the damage yet. I haven't had a chance to take him apart. Oh! And from the looks of it, she drank my entire liquor cabinet! By herself!"

The team looked around their destroyed living room, speechless. Parker had never done anything like this before.

"And the gauntlet," Steve asked quietly. "She shot it at me," Tony replied as he rubbed his forehead. He sighed in frustration.

"I can't deal with her right now. Someone else take her to her room."