a/n: Hey guys! So, here's the 11th chapter, I'm so excited... so.

On a more serious note, my country was recently hit by 2 earthquakes and we are really damaged, and we still need a lot of help, so if there's any way you can help Mexico, please don't hesitate on doing it. Help is highly appreciated! Thank you very much... anyway, happy reading! Please review!


"WH-WHAT?" Peter laughed nervously. "P-please, me? Spiderman?!" He let out another let out a cackle. Sweat invading his head and hands, while his whole body was shaking. Peter ran a sweaty hand through his hair causing it to fall down over his forehead.

"Hey! You never know!" Angela chuckled but shrugged. "I mean, for all you know I could be Spider-Man"

You?" Peter chuckled and shook his head, then checking her out. "You're like 3 inches tall."

"Spider-Man is not tall," she defended herself as she frowned and crossed her arms. "But... I mean, okay, okay, you're right, but hey, you couldn't be Spider-Man either!"

Peter remained quiet, a part of him was glad she didn't suspect anything. On the other hand, it was hard, she couldn't see him as Spider-Man and if she were to find out about him, she'd probably be disappointed to find nerd small Peter.

"And why couldn't I be Spider-Man?" He asked, just for curiosity, although he already knew the answer. He was pathetic.

"Because you're... what? 15, right? Spider-Man can't be that young," Angela answered.

"But he's a teenager..." he commented.

"But my dad wouldn't be that irresponsible!" She shrugged and looked at her phone. Peter gave her an ironic smile. "Having someone that young? Please, he wouldn't risk someone as young as you to fight against Captain America, I mean that sounds..."

"Irresponsible? Wicked?" Peter laughed, oh, if only she knew.

"But," she checked Peter out, she hadn't realized how puffed he was, his childish face was nothing compared to his body: his arms were strong, and his chest was big. "I mean, if you weren't this young, you would actually be a good Spider-Man."

"Wha-what?" Peter cleared his throat. "I mean, I'm kinda skinny... Nah, and besides, I bet your dad wouldn't have a nerd like me swinging around the city."

"You never know," she smiled. "And... talking about my dad, eh, he's here already, so um, I'll probably walk over to where he is and I'll see you tomorrow?"

Peter glanced around, there was no fancy Audi in sight and he was sure that Tony hadn't arrived already, she had just texted him about five minutes ago and surely it would take him more than 5 minutes to get to Queens.

"Are you..." Peter trailed off, not sure why Angela was rushing for him to leave.

"Yes! Completely sure, uh, I need to go now! I'll just go there," she gestured to the corner of the street.

"I could walk you over"

"No! It's fine, I mean you probably have better stuff to do, than just walk me to my car, it's okay, really," Angela insisted her cheeks turning dark red and her feet starting to dance. She was up to something, Peter thought. But he couldn't just ask her, so of course, he'd have to spy on her. Yet that wasn't exactly what he wanted to go for, be the creepy guy just stating from behind. He had to decide that.

"It's walking to a corner," Peter insisted.

Angela just stared at Peter whose eyes were debating something, his curls were falling over them and his face turning pale. Angela just wanted him to leave already, she knew that was being super rude but she wanted to explore the city on her own and probably bump into a certain hero. However, she knew the odds of encountering the Spider-boy were low, yet she still wanted to take a risk and go for a walk. She had liked Peter, though. He seemed just like a normal guy, the kind of guys she had always dreamed being friends with. An ordinary guy who was smart enough to get her humor but also normal enough to give her a routinary exciting life, if that made sense at all. It did for her. So there she was now, watching how the boy was biting his inner lip and blowing his cheeks trying to come up with something to say. Angela just watched him.

"So... I...um, better go," she continued, as the boy's eyes lit up. He nodded quickly.

"Yeah, right, so um, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked, which then regretted asking because of course was a stupid question: of course she'd be there tomorrow at school.

"Totally, I still need you guys to show me around the teenage world," she smiled at him and then stood there awkwardly. "Hey, um, I know it's weird, but can I have your phone number? I have like 3 contacts on my phone and-"

"Absolutely!" Peter smiled as he typed down his number and as Angela typed hers on his phone. They gave each other back their phones and smiled. Angela coughed. How was she supposed to say goodbye? Did normal people hug? Did they just bump each other? Just walk away? She blinked, trying to be cool and normal. "So, bye, Pater Peke!" She gave him a confident smile as she turned around, hoping that was the way teenagers said goodbye. She felt his stare as she made her way over to the corner.

Peter stayed there watching her leave and as soon as she passed the corner waving one last time at him, he ran away, over to a dark alley where he could finally suit up. He had had the suit all day, so he just took off his clothes and put on the mask. He took his backpack to the roof and jumped over to the building in the corner; there was Angela, with her pink and white clothes tapping her foot nervously. What was she trying to do? And where was she going?

She then looked at the bracelet her hand had.

"So, Karen, now I know that girl is Angela Stark," Peter said.

"Yes, she is," Karen answered nonchalantly.

"Did you know about her?" Peter asked as she focused on her, she seemed kind of lost.

"Yes, I did," Karen answered again.

"Why did you never tell me about her?" He asked again.

"You never asked." said Karen, which made Peter let out a small groan.

He watched as Angela walked over to the bakery across the street; she stopped in front of it, saw the cakes standing by in the entrance, smelled a bit and then walked into it. Peter debated whether or not to walk in; he could just walk over and go: hey! I'm Spider-Man! But of course, that would be weird.

"So, Karen," Peter started. "What should I know about her?"

"She's allergic to pineapple," Karen answered, which made Peter laugh, thanks, Karen. That's useful information. "Have you a crush on her?" Karen asked. "Or are you still in love with Liz Allen?"

"I... no, I have no crush for the moment, Karen."

Peter stood up and took a quick look at the city in front of him, the sky was bright blue, the Thai food shop was visited by more people, someone was buying a churro in another corner, everything was so peaceful-

BOOM.

His attention was quickly drawn to the noise; there was an old woman coming out screaming out of the bakery building. Peter quickly looked at it. Smoke was coming out.

He watched as a crowd was running out of it screaming. He scanned it: there was no sight of Angela.

Peter shot a web to the building and jumped down to the crowd.

"Is everyone okay?" He asked and some of them nodded but a woman ran over to him.

"Two girls are still there!"

"Call the firefighters!" He ordered. Spider-Man ran into the building and saw from the edge of the door the two girls who were on the floor, one of them was Angela who was holding the youngest girl close to her, she was shaking and her whole skin had turned completely pale. They were both covering their heads and blood was slightly coming out of Angela's forehead. Angela turned to Spider-Man and placed her index finger over her mouth before slightly pointing at the corner of the building.

A person dressed all in black was holding up a gun to them and hadn't realized the hero was there. Another black clothed being was there, taking out all of the money out of the cashier, but not packing it on any bag, just throwing the money out. Spider-Man acted quickly and shot a web, taking off the gun that the villain was holding, only making him turn to Spider-Man.

"GO!" He ordered to Angela who ran off holding up the girl.

Peter was unable to see through the smoke, so he ordered Karen to try and locate them. Karen located 6 people. 6 people and those were only on the first floor, he wondered if it had gotten to other floors: he was panicking, the smoke was intensifying and it was getting hotter, he received a punch on his back, he turned around to fight the black-clothed being as Karen told him someone else was approaching him from behind, Peter fought them,they were really strong and could easily stop Pete'rs fists.

"What the hell?" Peter yelled as he was jumping around the structure. One of them threw a small ball at Peter, it started beeping and he jumped back to the floor, the beeps were faster and when they ended the little ball exploded to let out insects who made their way to the whole room, hey popped and more smoke came out. At least it wasn't a fire, Peter thought. Peter shot webs at the black clothes guys and started kicking them trying to get them down, he punched them a few more times as he activated the web attack and the combat mode ignoring again, the instant kill, after a few minutes of him desperately trying to finish them he gave up and started throwing cakes at them, he didn't know what else to do. Bread was flying across the room, as Peter jumped from a wall to the ceiling to the floor, kicking them. He finally kicked them to the showcases, causing the glasses to shatter and fall to them, but at least they were done, the two of them were left unconscious. And they were left on the floor. 4 people were left. But he had to get the two on the floor out of the building, even though they were criminals, they were still people. He dragged them both outside and got back inside the building.

"Karen, where are the other 4?" He asked and Karen told him their locations, 2 people were yelling for help and the other two were standing in front of them, Peter made his way to the kitchen. Two bakers had their hands up and Peter saw yet another 2 black-clothed people, but these guys weren't wearing any masks, and Peter could finally catch a glance at their faces. Their eyes were completely yellow, not a single trace of a pupil, just two pairs of yellow balls and their face seemed crooked: as if it had been scratched from their flesh and then glued back into it. Their faces were completely red and kind of porous, they were disgusting. One of them had a paint can and was painting "A.S." On the wall. Those same letters were painted everywhere.

"The fu-" Peter started as the two of them looked at him with a scowl. as he turned the gun; and Peter saw it, it wasn't a normal gun, it was the type of gun that Toomes had been selling. Maybe he had stopped his business, yet he hadn't recovered all the weapons Toomes had sold. He definitely didn't want to deal with that crap anymore. Peter knew that even if they were stronger than him, their reflexes, at least with the other two, had been kind of slow, and the same had happened with these guys, they were still trying to focus the target when Peter had already dragged the weapon. He shot them webs and glued them to the wall. He ordered the two bakers to get out as he walked over to them. He knew the webs wouldn't stop them, but at least it'd give Peter time to rummage their belongings.

The time hadn't been enough, and the two weirdos had already managed to stick out of the wall, they were both shaking their heads as their faces were somehow forming again. Peter started to punch, kick, and basically fight them, and with them, he realized that with every punch he gave them, they wouldn't even flinch, but their skin was battered. Just like when you are baking and you punch the mass, and it dents. He was starting to get tired, but he kicked the table over to them, threw them sacks full of flour and even threw eggs at them. He pushed the fridge over to them but they just kicked it away, as if it were no big deal.

They finally got Peter, and the biggest one of them held him by his neck, Peter trying to fight back but slowly running out of air, the criminal held him high and then threw him to the wall, causing it to shatter. Peter coughed, his whole body felt like it was breaking, but he stood up, ready to keep fighting. These guys were way stronger than the two before. He realized that fighting them by fists was not a clever idea considering they were intensely more built up and way stronger than him.

"Karen! Any ideas?" He asked.

"Calling Mr. Stark," Karen answered as Peter kept jumping around as the slow guys were eyeing him and punching walls.

"I'm on my way, kid," Tony answered. "Angela already called me, are you-?

"MR. STARK I REALLY NEED HELP THESE GUYS ARE TREMENDOUSLY STRONG AND AH-" Peter yelled as he shot a web over to the bag full of weapons, trying to get the guys as distracted as he could. He then threw more sacks of flour, and then gave up and threw hot and fresh bread.

"I am on my way!, do you think you can hold them?" Tony asked as Peter tried to confirm.

"I'll... I'll try!" He answered and hung up as he shot webs and bread, and just making a complete mess out of the bakery. He hung himself from the ceiling and just jumped over to them, knocking over one, he repeated with the other guy and threw all the tables, fridges, sacks, eggs, butter on them but he finally knocked them out. Just to make sure, he webbed the whole pile of stuff and walked out.

As he walked out, airless, tired and with his head pounding, people started to applaud. His sight was blurry and his whole body hurt like hell. Angela rushed over, as the Iron suit landed beside him just before Peter collapsed on the floor.


Peter opened his eyes, a blurry white embraced his sight but his head started to pump, he squinted and opened them back again; his sight was better so he looked around the room, the whole place was white and full of medical stuff, his muscles hurt and he couldn't move. He could hear noises coming out of the room he was in.

"He's her nephew, we can't keep this from her!" Said a feminine voice, maybe Pepper, Peter thought. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, he turned to look a the chair in front of him, which had his Spider-Man suit. Peter sat up and took a deep breath. He was feeling better, he knew he just needed to rest. On a table beside him, there were a few pills, a glass full of water, a note, and his radiography was standing over, he looked at it, and the bones were perfectly in their place, thank god. He took his shirt off and saw the bruises on his chest were covered with a bandage, it was tight but he assumed it was going to help him. He picked up the note and read it, 'When you wake up: drink the pills'.

He did as the note said and ran his hand through his face, he had a small band-aid over his eyebrow. He plopped back on the bed and looked at the ceiling, hearing the voices were coming closer.

Tony Stark and Pepper walked in. They watched the boy as he sat up slowly, putting on his shirt. Tony walked to the edge of the bed and raised his eyebrows.

"How're you feeling?" He asked him to which Peter only nodded. "You saved her life," Tony sat on the bed, he had some gummy bears and he offered some to Peter, Peter didn't hesitate and picked some, throwing them into his mouth.

"I...mean, I just took her out" Peter answered with modesty. "But, Mr. Stark, I'm kind of weirded out, the people... They were weird, they had bright yellow eyes, and-and they were super strong! And- and... Their faces were like.. as if their skin was falling out!"

"Yeah, I know, I, we picked them up and for some strange reason, when they woke up they started to throw up and then just..." Tony trailed off as Pepper looked down.

"They passed away," She finished his sentence. "It was... weird."

"Yeah, I already took a sample of their blood and we're gonna study it," Tony answered. "But if you're better now I'll better take you back to your aunt, she'll be worried."

"How long was I asleep? Or unconscious...?" Peter asked, hoping he wouldn't say days.

"About 30 minutes," Tony shrugged. "You weren't really hurt, we checked all your vital signs and you're perfect, you'll only have to apply this, and drink your pills and rest this whole week, you did enough today, and I'm proud of you boy."

"I... How's Angela?" He asked.

"She's fine, she just has a band-aid just like yours, and she wanted to meet the hero under the mask," Tony answered. "Petition which was denied, I... she's not ready, at all."

"I don't see any problems with it," Pepper crossed her arms.

"Anyway, let's take the kid back to her aunt," Tony stood up and helped Peter, he packed up his suit on a nice bag. "You hungry, underoos?"

Peter shook his head but Pepper handed him a lunch bag anyway, Peter opened it and it had all sorts of candy and what it seemed a really nice sandwich. They walked out of the room and made their way to the entrance, but, for Tony's inconvenience, Angela was in their way. She was texting really fast, and she seemed to be doing little jumps. Peter watched her, her face was still tired and her glance was worried, her hair was tied up in a bun and she was holding with her elbow a cup. Tony pushed Peter away so he'd be covered by some plants, hidden in such a way that Angela couldn't be able to see him.

"Angela, I thought I had asked you to stay in your room," Tony scowled as Angela's gaze turned up.

"I, well, yeah, I was going to... Thank Spider-Man, because..." Her words were swirling, as she played with her phone.

"I thanked him already, so now go to your room, the guy's gotta rest," Tony's words were clear and harsh.

"But-"

"But nothing, Angela, you need to rest as well," Tony warned her, she pouted but obeyed, she walked away and Tony waited for her to leave completely before getting Peter out, they finally made their way to the entrance where Peter was expecting so see Happy, but there was no sight of him. Tony had his keys and sat on the pilot's seat, Peter sat beside him and awkwardly watched him as Tony started to drive.

"So, how was my daughter on her first day?" Tony asked. "Did she cause any trouble?"

"Not really, she's really nice," Peter answered. "I had most of my classes with her," he added.

"Yeah, I know, I talked to Morita and asked him to get almost the same schedule as yours," Tony sighed. "So, do you think you'll become friends?"

"I... guess?" Peter shrugged.

Tony remained quiet for a while until he turned to look at Peter.

"So, tell me about the guys you fought," Tony clenched his jaw.

"They were big, but they were really slow, and they had this little balls, bomb-like balls, which they threw and then insects came out, and then they popped and smoke came out," Peter started.

"Insects?" Tony frowned. "What kind of weapon is that?"

"I don't know," Peter shrugged. "But it was super weird! They also had a few weapons, the ones that were sold by Toomes."

"Yeah, that's an issue, we still need to collect them all," Tony commented. "Did they know how to shoot them?"

"I don't think so," Peter gave it a thought. "They never shot, they were just pointing them around, they didn't even know how to target me."

"Well, I'll see from the recordings and see if they had any criminal records," Tony was stiff. Those types of guys being close to his daughter weren't exactly what he had in mind.

"They had their eyes... Their eyes were bright yellow, it was creepy, but like, they acted kind of like a zombie, like.. You'd expect them to be all dumb, and they were dumb, but they were really strong and big. But! The weirdest shit-I mean thing- was that whenever I hit them, instead of, I don't know what it normally happens when you hit someone, it was like they were made of dough, it would only... Dent."

Tony squinted his eyes, what kind of criminals were they? Clearly not so smart ones, using that kind of powers and abilities to rob a bakery? And what were the odds? The bakery his daughter had just walked into.

"Why do you think they were there?" Tony asked Peter.

"Not sure," Peter scowled. "But, as long as I remember... They were already in when Angela walked in, so it doesn't have to do with her, I guess."

"You're sure they didn't see her?" Tony's voice went deep.

"I... well, I saw when she walked into the bakery, but then I looked around, I got distracted for about 10 seconds max? And then I heard the boom, I'm. I'm sorry Mr. Stark."

"No, no, don't be sorry," Tony took yet another deep breath. "But, okay, they didn't even try to attack her, did they?"

"They did, when I walked in she was on the floor holding another little girl," Peter started, taking care of his words. "But, I guess they were only hostages, because when she walked off he didn't really care, and if they had actually come for Angela they wouldn't have cared about the cash register."

"True," Tony scowled. "And then what happened?"

"They tried to fight me, but when I walked into the kitchen they were pointing at two bakers as well, I'm not sure what they wanted, they made no sense as if they were just... I don't know, they had no plan, I can assure you that, it's like they were just zombies trying to be criminals with no point about it, because they weren't even taking the money, they were just getting it out and placing it on the table, and pointing their guns randomly at people."

"Criminals with no sense to be criminals," Tony bit his bottom lip, what kind of people was he about to face?

"Yeah," Peter responded. "And, they just responded with a series of like...Programmed moves, as if you were playing a video game! Yes! You know, when you're playing video games, usually the villains tend to repeat the stuff and they just aim to hurt you, but without any reason, they just have a set of programmed moves. As if they were almost computerized."

Tony wrinkled his nose, he now knew that they probably weren't even real criminals but maybe some type of test, trying new weaponry, trying new chemicals. Who was behind this? Who could possibly make a human indestructible? And who would even create weapons made out of insects? Tony's head was spinning around trying to search for answers. He was scared.

"Anything else?" Tony asked.

"Well," Peter took a deep breath. "They painted 'A.S' all over the place..."

A.S. Angela Stark? Tony scowled.

"A... S?" Tony's voice and breath was shaking. "Angela Stark?"

"I... don't know," Peter responded.

They kept quiet for the rest of the ride, while Peter received a text. Angela was texting him.

'You won't believe who saved my life today'

'Who?' Peter texted back, already knowing the answer.

'Spider-Man!'

Peter smiled, and Tony side glanced at him but said absolutely nothing. He couldn't deal with teenagers texting and teenagers trouble right now, a new villain was ambushing the city and he couldn't just let it happen, not now that the world knew about his little angel.


Angela was in the kitchen, eating some ice cream, legs crossed, barefoot and eyes locked down on her phone. She was too focused on texting the three people on her phone that she didn't realize someone else was standing by her on the kitchen.

"Angela," the other person called and Angela jumped almost letting her phone fall.

"Natalie? I mean... Natasha," Angela realized Natasha Romanoff was standing in front of her. It was weird for Angela, seeing her that way. For Angela, Agent Romanoff had been Natalie Rushman, his father's assistant when Pepper Potts was named Stark Industries CEO.

"Hello," Nat greeted her as she gave her a small smile. "Haven't seen you in ages. You've grown gracefully I can see"

"I know! Last time I saw you I was about... 8? I think?" Angela smiled. "But, no, graceful is the last word I'd use to describe me, I mean, look at me."

Natasha took a second to see Angela's outfit, but her eyes stopped at the bandaid. Angela noticed that.

"Oh, yeah, I was kind of attacked today, nothing to worry about," Angela assured her.

Natasha scowled and asked for the whole story which was excitedly told by Angela, who couldn't just shut up about Spider-Man being there, and saving her, and saving everyone, but saving her. And being there. Just Spider-Man, okay?

Natasha was half amused half worried about the story. When she was describing the so called criminals, Natasha couldn't help but start worrying about the new type of terror New York could face. She knew Spider-Man had just been lucky and that someone like him couldn't deal, at least not alone with that kind of bad people.

"Porous skin?" Natasha asked disgusted as she felt a chill through her spine.

"Yes, disgusting, they were so weird!" Angela answered. "But I did everything I could to protect the girl, her mom ran off without her and the bad guy just pointed at her, so I covered her."

"Right," Natasha listened carefully.

"It was weird, he didn't even move when I was holding her, and I thought he would just shoot me, Yet he didn't he just stayed there pointing the weapon at me."

Natasha knew there was something up with those criminals, some trained ones would have just shot at least to the ceiling as a warning. Yet, they hadn't.

"Were they already in when you walked in?" Natasha asked, trying to solve the equation she was being presented with.

"No, about ten seconds passed before they walked in, but they went straight to the cashier," Angela answered. "I was gonna tun away but I saw him pointing at the girl."

"So you wanted to play the hero?" Nat scowled.

"Not really, I... I guess I just wanted to do the right thing?"

Natasha remained quiet, "well, if you're gonna keep it that way, you shall then know how to actually play a true hero."

Angela wrinkled her nose, she wanted to be a hero, a superhero even but she knew her abilities were far from being worthy of a super. Or at least, they weren't yet worthy. She had to train, for sure and practice the hell out of them.

"Well, why don't you show me, then?" Angela dared Natasha. "Train me how to fight."

Pepper walked in just in the moment to hear those words, so she backed away, standing by the edge of the door to listen to the rest of the conversation. Natasha agreed to train her, with the only condition that she'd only use it for emergencies and for scenarios like the one she had lived today; which technically was an emergency, too. The day went on, Tony didn't speak to Angela because he was too busy on his lab trying to come with an answer to the problems his daughter had just faced. Pepper had been dealing with the press, trying to mantain Angela's public image on a strict private way but not private enough so she would still be something that could be talked about but without certainty. You know, in a role model kind of way but not even knowing what she does at school, or how she deals with her father's tantrums; a public image that would be held like 'she was just seen eating an ice cream' or even more interesting stuff like 'she won a spelling bee contest'. Good stuff only. Nothing involving her with crimes, superhero drama or Tony Stark (TM) drama. At least that was Pepper's plan for it. Pepper was joined by Nat, later in the evening, and Pepper was just not so pleased about having her as a guest. She had, after all, somehow betrayed Tony and she had just offered her soon to be daughter a training.

Pepper did not want Angela to fight, however she knew that Angela had to fight. Pepper didn't know at all about Angela's secret abilities, but she knew how into superheroes Angela was. So, naturally, she knew that Angela would do anything to be part of that world, Angela was as stubborn and determined as Tony was, and that could either be a perk or the biggest flaw, depending, of course, on the situation. So now that Natasha had offered her to teach her how to fight, Pepper knew that Angela would not waste that opportunity and she'd definitely go out and look for danger or adventures. Maybe, even try to fight some crimes. Any way she knew Angela would find a way to get in trouble.

Pepper ignored as Nat sat beside her and while Pepper continued to handle the press on the phone. She was watching the news and they were talking about the big scene that had taken place on Queens, a reporter was standing in front of the small bakery.

"I'm standing in front of the bakery here in Queens, Marcel. Today this bakery was attacked by four criminals who caused major damage to the bakery. As we can see in here, the whole place was destroyed, all the cakes and bread were lost," The reporter walked around the destroyed place, she then signaled to the glass shattered on the ground. "We can see the damages here, and we can also walk into the kitchen," she walked over to what it was left of the place. The ovens, stoves were all on the floor, there were broken eggs on the floor, and the whole place was covered with icing and flour. "We can still see through this mess that the letters A and S are all over the place."

"A.S?" The news anchor, Marcel asked. "What does that mean, Rachel?"

Rachel, the reporter listened carefully before shrugging with a smug smile.

"Well, people here have told me that apparently Angela Stark was here today, exactly in the moment of the incident."

Pepper scowled, were they assuming that AS meant strictly Angela Stark?

Natasha crossed her arms, though she didn't know it could be; but why not attack her or kidnap her already?

"Angela Stark was saved by the masked hero Spider-Man, who showed up almost immediately. Seems a little bit weird, huh?" Rachel asked, when Marcel nodded.

"We certainly need more explanations, and that's why we have the one and only Tony Stark exclusively on the line!"

Both Natasha and Pepper jumped back confused. They both rushed to Tony's lab; he had the TV on and he was on the phone.

"What the fuck?" Mouthed Pepper while Tony raised his finger.

"Yeah, Marcel, are we really going to blame a 15 year old for today's crime?" Tony asked while Marcel listened carefully with a frown on his perfect news anchor face.

"We're not blaming her, but the A and the S could tell us why the criminals were there! And as our sources informed, she was held on the bakery."

A.S could stand for anything really, Marcel," Tony answered. "And we don't know, maybe they missed an S," he continued, causing Marcel to roll his eyes. "But, Yes, she was held as a hostage but let's be honest, Marcel, if they were actually coming for her they'd have done anything to get her, yet Spider-Man walked in and she was able to walk out without anyone trying to get her."

Marcel stayed quiet for a second. "Isn't it a huge coincidence, though? The first day your daughter goes to school someone attacks a bakery, the bakery she had just walked in?"

"It is a coincidence, I know how criminals work, Marcel, they were not there for my daughter," Tony answered; Pepper and Natasha watching him with both stress and amusement.

"But What if they were, Mr. Stark?" Marcel asked holding with anger the pen he had on his hand.

"Then I guess Angela will have to be more careful," Tony's patience was running out.

"Is Spider-Man going to be her personal bodyguard? Are you, Mr. Stark willing to let Queens and New York defenseless?" Marcel snapped back.

"No, it was a fortune Spider-Man was just swinging by the bakery, but Spider-Man is at your service, as long as I can confirm," Tony was tapping his fingers anxiously on his desk as his foot was drumming against the floor.

"So you're saying it was a coincidence Spider-Man was nearby," Marcel confirmed.

"I'm saying that maybe he heard the bomb explode and saw smoke coming out," Tony shrugged.

"Spider-Man was hurt today," Marcel commented.

"And he's better now and well rested, he's a superhero," Tony snapped.

"Isn't he still human?"

He is," Tony answered. "But he wasn't really injured, I can assure that. "

"So you're willing to hurt Spider-Man just to protect your daughter?"

I literally never said that, that's not even close to what I just said," Tony wrinkled his nose in disgust as he turned to Pepper and Natasha who were shrugging confused and shaking their heads in disagreement.

"Don't you think you're risking the city of New York by showing off your daughter?" Marcel asked.

"I didn't know that a teenager's public image could actually destroy the world's most important city," Tony rolled his eyes.

"It's not her public image, it's the world trying to go for her," Marcel insisted.

"I think criminals have more important stuff than to deal with a girl who is more worried about chemistry and pretty dresses," Tony answered.

"What if something does happen to her, ?"

"They're gonna have to deal with me, and I'm sure they don't want that."