A/N: Hello! Here's the next chapter! Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this! Sorry I haven't been updating, I had exams and everything. Well, keep reviewing and happy reading!

"Tony," Pepper walked into Tony's lab; he was currently looking at formulas and numbers, his thoughts were flying around as his eyes followed the numbers that were popping up on the screens; his fingers were glued to his temples. Tony didn't turn around to see Pepper, he was more focused on the now new numbers popping from the 'Angela' screen. Tony knew that somehow he was violating his daughter's privacy but her blood pressure was something that worried him; for not only was she having his anxiety attack's, she was showing some symptoms her mother used to have; symptoms that led her to her end. It wasn't just sure to Tony if Angela had everything her mother had; Aracely had been such a complex woman; one that Tony wished he could have known more of. Angela was just as complex as she was, personality wise; ergo she was a smarty pants that didn't get shit from anyone. "Tony," Pepper repeated; whilst Tony was breathing rapidly.

"Anthony Edward Stark," another familiar voice called.

He turned around, to find not only Pepper Potts but a red headed woman who was not happy to see him. Tony couldn't say he was happy, either.

"Natasha, what a, not lovely, what an annoying surprise, I'd say it's always nice to see you but as far as I remember we're not in good terms," Tony said, while sitting down and taking a bite from the half sandwich he had left.

"Unpleasant to see you, too, Tony," Natasha Romanoff answered while crossing her arms over her chest.

"So, what brings you here?" Tony asked, as he watched Angela's numbers go back to normality. "May I offer you anything? A snack? Alcohol? It's kinda early for alcohol-"

"A martini, shaken, would actually be helpful," she walked over to another chair; as Pepper stayed in the bridge of the door, motioning to Tony that she was about to leave. Tony nodded as he walked over to the cabinets with alcohol as he started to prepare the martini; Natasha remained sit as she tapped her fingers on the table and watched the numbers popping up.

"I thought she was going to be kept as a secret exactly for these reasons," she commented as she watched the screen.

"Yeah, well, it'll only be today, I bet tomorrow she'll be steady," Tony answered. "It's not like she was supposed to be normal today, I mean she's, after all, going through a lot of emotions right now."

"Right, and these numbers?" Natasha asked as she was pointing at them. "Are they good-?"

"Perfectly healthy; nothing to worry about, I've been studying them and she's in perfect conditions," Tony finished preparing the martini and offered it to Natasha. "Don't think I'm an idiot."

"You kind of are," she commented as she sighed. "So, now I can't feel important about knowing about her existance?"

"No, you can't, but you're still the one to know about the other information," Tony walked over and offered her the drink, just as he took yet another bite of his sandwich; he had eaten just about a quarter in this whole morning, he had been feeling uneasy, worried, anxious and with lots of urges to fly over to get her.

"So, it is me... you and Pepper?" She asked taking a sip, drinking at 12 pm, Nat, well done. Tony remained quiet. "Pepper doesn't know?"

"It's kind of awkward talking about the woman you had a one night stand with to your fiancée, you see," he shrugged. "Also, I think Angela has sort of figured it out."

"She's figured out her mother was a mutant?" Nat asked perplexed.

"Not... exactly," Tony confessed, as he was nibbling on his sandwich. "You see, I think she's got some of her traits."

"So, can she just let out fire out of her bare hands?" Nat asked crossing her arms.

"No... or not as far as I know, but I think she's learned about her mind controlling issue, and I'm really sure she can read minds as well," Tony sighed as he stood in front of the numbers. "Besides, her mom was not a mutant as long as we both know."

"You seriously believed that crap that she was a descendant of god knows who?" Nat struggled out a laugh.

"I don't know, but if she had been mutant, would that make Angela mutant, too? Have her DNA?" asked Tony, as he turned around to her. "What does that make my daughter? A freak?"

Natasha remained quiet, she did not know. "Is Fury here?" she gave up.

"Yes," Tony answered. "I thought he knew."

"No, when you asked me to keep her as a secret, I did keep her as a secret... involving her with S.H.I.E.L.D would have been her doom, it would have been worse than just throwing her to the press."

Tony blinked, was he actually hearing those words? Tony's biggest secret had been kept by Natasha Romanoff, an agent who was known for finding out useful information. But she had kept her mouth shut for Angela; she hadn't gone around with shield to tell about her existence.

"She's my everything," Tony sighed. "But, anyway, F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you please ask Fury to come?"

Friday accepted, and did so.

"He, however, knows about her mother," Natasha commented.

"He does?" Tony asked perplexed.

"Lets say her mother caused some trouble a few years ago, back in the 90's Aracely was you would call... a vigilante, along with her group of other mutants, they didn't harm anyone, on the contrary, they used to help people out," Natasha continued. "She used to call herself, I believe... the hummingbird."

Tony nodded and looked around, "The hummingbird?"

"Yes, I think Fury knows more about the subject, and if he's clicked stuff out he might understand her sudden absence back in 2002, where her team wasn't complete."

"Of course, she was pregnant," Tony answered.

"But she didn't just disappear that year, it was until 2005 when she was seen again."

"The year she stopped coming to see Angela, of course, and the year..." Tony clicked things up.

"She went back to combat, and to be a vigilante, and join back her team. The new warriors," Nick Fury commented as he walked in. "They were are a team of so called freaks; but people weren't used to having superheroes back then."

Tony and Natasha both turned around to see Fury, who had his arms crossed around his chest as he walked over to the screens, he read the numbers for a second before turning back to them, eyeing Natasha with her martini and Tony with his sandwich. What an usual pair, Fury thought.

"The New Warriors started back in the 90's, a group of teenagers and young guys who were trying to make the world a better place, and dealt with drug cartels for a while," Fury explained. "She was not a mutant, back in shield they researched her blood and there was no sign of mutant DNA."

"Who did I sleep with," Tony mumbled to himself as he was trying to comprehend everything.

"Someone who loved getting in trouble," Nat commented.

"On the contrary, she was actually a good citizen, though her team was once involved with stealing some formulas," said Fury. "And now with the whole issue, I think the team might be involved with the recent robbery that occurred back in OSCORP."

"I doubt that," Tony argued. "The whole thing with OSCORP case is something I just can't buy, Norman Osborn hides so many things, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one to steal them."

"I didn't come here to talk about OSCORP," Natasha chirped in. "I'm more concerned about the whole Tony Stark has a daughter issue."

"And why does it intrigue you?" Asked Tony.

"Because, Tony, you're doing all of this," she signaled the whole room. "I'm part of the whole world that wants to know what the heck is going on with her life."

"Well, she's a teenager that is probably a mutant, probably a telepath and empath, who is having blood pressure changes in an alarming rate, but that's probably because of the anxiety attacks, eh, what else... oh I'm scared that if she does inherit everything from her mother something in her mind might control her into her end," Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. "That is, oh also, she likes cinnamon cereals."

"So you do know about the controlling mind thing," Fury commented.

"You think I haven't noticed how her eyes go from gray to brown and suddenly she knows exactly what you're thinking or suddenly she makes you feel some kind of way?" Tony laughed. "Oh, what I've dealt with."

"Can she control them?" Fury asked.

"I'm... not sure, she did,a few days ago, she managed to make 4 people do what she wanted to do, but I'm not sure if she's been able to do it more," Tony shrugged.

"What if we help her?" Nick asked.

"No, if she does want to control it, she will do it in her own way, I don't know what you're planning, Fury, but I want to keep her out of that world, she doesn't need to have more on her shoulders than she already has, she will stay out of this whole superhero world."

"How can she, though? Both her parents are or were involved with it," Fury insisted.

"She's my daughter, and I won't allow that."

Back in Midtown high, Angela had her eyes locked with Peter's; she was trying to get what the heck meant Flash with the whole "your lie will be uncovered."

Which Lie? Had this Peter Parker guy gone and told the whole school he worked with her dad? was he doing that just to be popular or did he really work with him? She wouldn't know, how could she? She didn't know more workers than Pepper, Happy and a chef Tony had assigned her, and that was it. She knew no more about Stark industries and she was now dealing with a dilemma she couldn't just ignore: The whole cafeteria had their eyes on her and were expecting to either confirm Peter worked with Tony or to ruin his life forever. She was watching him and trying to read everything.

Something different happened to Angela, usually she had been able to listen to their thoughts, this time, she was seeing a complete different reality, she was seeing Peter, a Peter who was clearly talking words.

A Peter who wasn't wearing the same clothes, a Peter who was blurry but seemed firm. A Peter in red and blue.

"I do work with your dad, but I'm afraid I wasn't able to tell you because your father doesn't want you to know... What I do for your dad is-"

"Angela?" Flash interrupted everything Angela had seen, the normal Peter with the green sweater was back and she was really confused as why the world was coming back to reality.

Meanwhile, Peter was sweating, he didn't know what to say, what to do. His life was slowly falling apart.

"Ah, Peter," she glanced at him and paused, again, but she was unable to go back to his mind. Her head hurt and she became dizzy. "No, he... he does work for my dad."

Flash stayed there, taken back, and with his eyes widen as the whole school was reacting to the fact that Angela Stark had just confirmed that nerd Parker worked for Tony Stark; the Tony Stark.

"What?" Flash asked. "You don't seem so sure! You must-"

"No, he does, and what's the big deal with that? He is smart, isn't he?" Angela finally sat down and then took a sip of her juice; what in the world was she experiencing? Her heart rate was going miles per hour, her head played like a bomb and she couldn't quite listen to anything, just an annoying whistle that kept going round her head.

"I..."

"Flash, dude," Charles walked over. "Cmon it's okay, get to our table."

Flash walked away with indignation, as Angela watched him leave, and as Peter and Ned had both their mouths wide open in an 'o' shape, and their eyes as big as their mouths.

"Hey?" She asked and turned to Michelle who seemed as surprised as everyone else, she now opened her milk, because she hadn't contained herself and asked for lots of things. She had served a type of sandwich, an apple and something unknown, it was her first time eating there but from the looks the food had it was the last time she would. She knew next day she'd bring her own lunch.

"Th-thanks," Peter stuttered before creating her throat. "Thanks, I-"

"How did you know he actually does work for your father?" Ned whispered as he leaned over.

"I didn't," she answered. "But I guessed someone as Parker Pete is smart enough to work with my dad, and if he isn't well you're stupid enough to lie," Angela watched Peter.

"No, no, I do work for him, I just... Didn't know if I was,"Peter was nervous, he didn't know how to react, but he knew Angela had just saved his ass.

"Supposed to tell me? Oh I'm used to that, people hiding secrets from me, it's okay, I'll find out later," she shrugged as she watched her food concerned.

"Oh, yeah, food here isn't usually edible," Ned commented. "But today they... excelled, it actually doesn't taste bad."

"It may be because of her," Michelle pointed out.

"It might be," Angela responded. "If it is... well thanks?"

Ned chuckled and Peter was still quiet, watching with wide eyes and blushing really hard. Peter knew she had just saved him. And she trusted him, for some reason. And he did not want to lose that trust, she was after all, Iron Man's daughter and she was a key to get Tony to notice him even more. Peter wasn't going to admit it, but he somehow wished Angela got in trouble just so Spider-Man could save her, and then he'd have Tony's approval. However he knew he had to pay up to Angela somehow, maybe she could meet her hero?

"So, Angela, tell us about your... favorite... pizza?" Ned asked trying to make the conversation a little bit different.

"My favorite kind of pizza?" Angela laughed. "I might be basic, but it's cheese, I don't like anything else on it..."

"What? Not even pepperoni?" Peter asked perplexed. Pepperoni, that word was somehow funny to Angela.

"Well, I mean, yes I like it with pepperoni by plain cheese pizza might be better for me," she confessed.

"Right," Ned chuckled. "So, do tell me, why were you in Queens last Thursday? I reckon it was you."

"It was me, that's kind of the reason why I'm siting with you guys, you're the closet thing to something familiar," she admitted. "But, um, I... well, it's kind of awkward, but I think it was on the news already so..."

"Wait, was it to visit Spider-Man?" Michelle sat coser to them. "Heard you guys were dating," she commented.

"What? No!" Angela let out a nervous laugh. "Imagine, though, dating Spidey, I mean... wouldn't it be cool to date him and know who's under the mask?" Angela asked, with wonder in her eyes.

"You're telling me you haven't seen Spider-Man's face," Michelle asked perplexed.

"I don't, I don't know any of the avengers... well, I met Vision the other day, and... Black Widow when younger but that's it."

"Oh, sure, everyday you meet Black Widow, and Vision," Ned joked when Angela smiled.

"I... I mean, I know, but I guess I'm expected to know the whole team, " Angela defended herself with a grin.

"But, you met Spider-Man, right?" Peter asked trying to ask as selfless and careless as he could.

"I did, on Thursday, he saved me from someone trying to mug me," Angela admitted with a smile. "Have you guys met any of them?"

"Peter apparently knows Spider-Man," Michelle commented before taking a bit of her apple. "Right, Pete?"

Angela's smile suddenly faded as she looked at Peter with both hope and desillusion if that was even possible. Angela wondered if this boy ever told the truth; or if he had based his life on lying. For sure, she'd had to find out.

"Ye-yeah, Mr. Stark introduced me to him, nice guy. Really... cool," Peter answered nervously while Ned turned to him with an skeptical look. Angela couldn't help but feel jealous, if he was indeed telling the truth, why would her father introduce this guy to Spider-Man? Did her father trust more this nobody rather than her? However, she couldn't be mad at that Peker Pater guy, he seemed so sweet and innocent to Angela. Nothing like the Peter she had seen a few minutes before; she was still wondering what the heck had happened; her head starting hurting again as she went to explore her feelings.

She suddenly felt as if her head was going to explode, as if it just couldn't handle anything more, she closed her eyes thinking that would do better, but when she closed it she was listening to way more noise than before; somehow the noises from the cafeteria were doubling and she seemed to be the only one experiencing it. Angela squinted her eyes as Peter, Ned and Michelle watched her without knowing what they were supposed to do.

"Eh, Angela?" Ned decided to interrupt her thoughts and suddenly she opened back her eyes and everything came back to normal. Just like a few minutes before she was dizzy and every color seemed so bright.

"Sorry, headache," Angela apologized. "But, um, so Peter tell me more about this Spider-Man guy," she tried getting the conversation back in track before they could ask her if she was okay.

"Eh, well, he's... young," Peter shrugged trying to be as chill as possible. What was he supposed to say about himself?

"Yeah, heard he was a teenager, that's sick! And awesome..." Angela chimed in with a big grin plastered on her face. Her phone vibrated , she had received a text from Harry again.

Both, Peter and Ned eyed each other, as if wondering if she was texting Tony, or Vision? Who could se be texting? Somehow it was creepy, but they couldn't help but be excited. They saw her smile a little, Michelle glanced at her, she knew she was texting a guy; a teenager girl wouldn't smile that way for any other than a love interest.

"What's his name? Or her name if..." Michelle trailed off.

"Hm?" Angela looked up. "Oh, sorry, just... a friend...he is ."

"Didn't know we were with Yoda," Peter teased but then regretting instantly when she looked up with what was definitely not a smile.

"Wait, you like Star Wars?" She asked with a grin.

"No we don't like Star Wars; we love Star Wars," Ned corrected her.

"Perfect! You guys we should totally hang out and have a marathon of sorts, or something or I mean, not if you guys don't..."

"No! We should!" Ned insisted with a smirk. Michelle stayed quiet looking between them. Angela smiled; oh, how she wished she could just skip the whole getting to know each other and just be friends with them already. She calmed herself, and just kept talking about Star Wars.

"Yeah! How about a Star Wars marathon this Friday," Ned suggested, while Peter had kept quiet the whole time.

"But... there's a party, right?" She asked.

"You seriously wanna go to a party that probably won't have caviar and all that crap?" Michelle asked with laugh; while Angela rolled her eyes with a grin.

"I thought maybe lobster?" Angela joked while Michelle smiled. There, she had made Michelle tolerate her.

"Oh, but you wanna go to the party?" Peter asked her.

"Yeah, we should all go to the party," Angela suggested.

"We probably aren't invited," Peter commented and shrugged.

"Since I sat at your table, I think you are," Angela smirked. "But c'mon! Pater Peke! You probably were invited."

"Flash inviting us?" Laughed Ned. "Sure, it is as likely as Black Widow asking me out."

Angela snickered as she rolled her eyes. These guys were going to be fun.

The day went by, and they all headed to their classes, she coincidentally had the last two classes with Peter.

Them two kept talking in classes and people tried aboarding Angela for different reasons, she however was finally approached by the guy who was the captain of the photography and newspaper club; one which Angela was willing to join. As the last class passed, she found out she was not into politics, or that was at least until the Sokovia agreements were put in the table, both Peter and Angela seemed to be really interested in the issue. Different reasons, of course. Angela hadn't quite understood why Tony had agreed to sign them, or why he was against being independent as a superhero, she longed to see her father fight villains, however she couldn't help but also feel as well relieved, having her father fighting villains and risking his life wasn't the life she was willing to have. Deep inside she just wanted a normal life where she could have breakfast on a Sunday morning, go for a walk with her dad and then maybe go to the movies at night. Was it too much to ask? It was, and Angela knew how fortunate she was to have the life she had and how most teenagers could only dream to have.

"There was a war," The Mr. Woods commented. "One which would be nice to hear from a certain point of view."

The whole class turned to Angela, but Peter was the one who wanted to explain the war, he knew he couldn't but how awesome it would have been if he could just blurt out: I was in it, actually! Ya know Spider-Man? Well I'm Spiderman!

Angela cleared her throat and glanced between all her classmates. "Er, what do you want to know?"

"Your opinion, at least," the teacher suggested.

"Well, I think Steve Rogers was a bit impulsive when trying to run away, I understand Bucky Barnes was a close, if not his best friend and that he was going through a real difficult situation; not that I defend him, but I do believe that he was mourning someone. Though, we all know that HYDRA did infiltrate in SHIELD so you would understand why Captain Rogers was deeply against those agreements. In my opinion, I don't think the Sokovia agreements were what we needed-"

"Wasn't your dad one of the guys who signed them?" Asked a girl in the front row with bright red hair and glasses.

"You see, I'm not my dad," Angela shrugged. "In my opinion, the world needs to be saved when it has to be saved, not when it asks for it."

"Right, but then, how about all the people who dies? How about all the buildings that have to be constructed again-"The redhead asked again with a squeaky voice; her glasses made her eyes seem way bigger than they actually were.

"You think the villains won't kill people? Okay, yes, people were killed, people die, but villains will kill more, the avengers were just preventing more kills!" Angela answered.

"There's an statistic, since your father decided to tell the world he was Iron Man all those villains you mention appeared more and more," the redhead argued back.

"Terror has always existed? Do we really need to go way back in history and talk about Captain America fighting Red Skull?" Angela crossed her arms.

"We don't, but those so called heros must be controlled!" The girl's face was turning as red as her head as she scowled.

"They are heroes, Jessica, " This time Peter interrupted. "They're risking their own damn lives to save more!"

"The world didn't ask to be saved," The girl whose name was apparently Jessica said.

"Oh, really? Okay, let's go back to 2012? What if the avengers hadn't been there, the world would have ended! Or when ultron was about to destroy the whole world? What if they hadn't been there to stop it?" Angela frowned.

"As far as we all know," another guy with a blue shirt popped in. "Your father was the one who created Ultron."

"He wasn't," Angela defended herself and her father. "Ultron created itself."

"Seems like all the troubles we've faced have been your father's fault," Jessica answered with a smirk.

"Are they, really?" Angela asked with a scoff.

"Superheros cause all the troubles," Jessica added.

"Okay, thanks Miss Flinch, can we please go back to the sokovia agreements?" Mr. Woods begged.

"Please, do, Miss Stark, continue with the lovely story you were telling, full of lies," Jessica gave her a huge smile which yelled 'I'm a bitch' far from distance."Please, do tell how your father and his friends decided to destroy a perfectly working airport while they were arguing about stupid stuff!"

Angela had run of out patience, her head was back again pumping and her hands were starting to get red. She was not to deal with this bitch, there was no other way to call it. Peter, on the other hand was getting mad, too. But, definitely not as mad as Angela, who was now eyeing Jessica and wishing she would just take everything back. And there was a way to make her take everything back, but was Angela really going to use her gifts the first day of school? Whatever, she had already. So, she eyed Jessica and frowned making her feel ashamed, making her feel embarrassed and since she was already doing that, making her feel a terrible headache.

Jessica shut her eyes closed as she held her head and shook her head.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean all that, I think superheroes are the best thing that could have happened to us and I amreally stupid for everything I said!" Jessica blurted out quickly and in a higher pitch while Angela just watched her quietly. "You were right, in everything and I was not, I was an idiot and a bitch."

"Language, Miss Flinch!" Called the teacher frowning. "You know, thank you Miss Stark I think that's enough for the class today. I... I don't know, just leave, class dismissed," he pinched the bridge of his nose as some of the clsssmates cheered and packed up their stuff, while Angela furiously shoved her stuff into her back pack while Peter just watched her and followed her as she stormed off of the classroom.

"You okay?" He asked her and Angela shrugged.

"I-yeah, sorry, I am, it's just... I didn't imagine that's on my very first day I'd have people already throwing shit to my dad, and ugh," she rolled her eyes. "He's not a bad guy."

"No, he's not," Peter shrugged. "People don't seem to understand superheroes"

"And did she have to be such a-"Angela took a deep breath. "Thank god, the day finished... so what are your plans?"

"I... actually have the internship with your dad," he answered, voice shaking.

"Oh, cool, I'll give you a ride," she shrugged. "I mean if you do work upstate..."

"Not today, actually it's um, home office today," Peter lied. "But, uh, hey! We can go for food if you want, we could, uh," Peter shrugged.

"That sounds nice," Angela smiled but looked at Peter suspiciously, had he lied about him working for her dad?

So they were soon joined by Ned as the three of them were walking outside the school, Angela, putting on sunglasses and texting her father she'd be out with some friends. Tony asking their names and far from her being half relived she had said Peter Parker.

The theee of them, Ned, Angela and Peter headed out, as Ned kept asking Angela questions about her life with Tony Stark. For some reason, Angela didn't mind with him. He seemed really excited and interested and not in a I need to be your friend so you can buy me stuff, but in a okay, I assume we are friends so I wanna know about you so we can become better friends. Sort of like that.

Peter was feeling uneasy, last week, before Angela popped into his life, he had planned that finally this Monday would be Spider-Man's big come back, yes he had saved people last Wednesday but he hadn't really... patrolled around the city, so he had his suit on his backpack and even though he shouldn't he wanted to put it on already and just swing around the buildings. But, of course, ditching Tony Stark's daughter and Ned, wasn't going to be cool or decent, and it'd actually be pretty stupid if he did ditch on Angela, considering he had to somehow protect her.

Peter was glad they had already clicked on the first day, that way he could actually follow the orders Mr. Stark had laid on him. Peter wasn't sure how Angela had managed to not kill Ned, he remembered how when he had found out aboutSpider-Man he had bombardees him with questions and questions, which were really stupid. Yet Angela was still answering them all with a smile and certain laughs.

They ended up going to the Thai food place Peter liked to go with May. They started telling embarrassing stories from when they were younger and Peter was amazed by how down to earth Angela seemed, yet she seemed tired. And it was different; as if not only tired as in not sleeping, but tired as in tired of dealing with everything. What people had forgotten today was the whole 'she's a human being' issue, they had all presented themselves, taken pictures with her, and even were rude to her. Peter was still trying to figure out why stubborn Jessica Flinch had retracted and apologized. That was not typical of Flinch; Flinch was usually dedicated on destroying people who didn't agree with her. She was an ass. Why had she, then, apologized?

Had she had a sudden realization that she was arguing with Tony Stark's daughter and regretted it instantly? But it hadn't been that way, she had just had... a switch. As if someone had just clicked on a button and changed her emotions. It had been weird.

"And you, Pater Peke?" Angela eyed Peter. "Who's your favorite superhero? I know Ned's is my dad and that's kind of...weird," she chuckled and grinned. "He's kind of an asshole, really."

Peter laughed and shook his head. What was he supposed to answer to that question? Saying Spider-Man was too selfish, saying Iron Man would be really awkward.

"Thor," Peter grinned. "Him being a God makes him really..."

"Nice," she smiled. "I'm Thor! Son of Odin," she tried imitating his accent which made Peter blush instantly; had she seen those recordings?

"Yours?" Peter asked trying to forget those recordings.

"Spider-Man, obviously," she grinned. "I mean, it's like... he's got superpowers! And... okay, no, I'm not gonna fan girl right now, don't want to freak you guys out, you know what's an irony? I hate spiders, I mean, does anyone even like Spiders? Bet Spider-Man doesn't like spiders either. You know, if I ever see him, I'm gonna ask him."

So they ate, joking about the food, talking about school, Peter and Ned giving her tips on school subjects, and Ned had to leave. His mother started yelling and asking him where the heck he was. Ned excused himself and Angela and Peter were left alone. Peter cleared his throat, and looked around, Angela already had her father coming to pick her up because of course, Tony Stark wanted to pick his only daughter from her first day of school.

"So, are you gonna tell me what you do for my dad?" Angela asked him, as they were walking down street.

"It's complicated," Peter answered.

"Complicated?" Angela laughed. "What? Are you secretly a superhero? Spider-Man, perhaps?"