My Little Girl (Peter Parker X Stark!Reader)

You hefted your bag higher on your shoulder, leaving school for the weekend.
You had a terrible day, it seemed like Stacy Evans was born to make your life miserable.
You had stacks of homework that had to be done before Monday, plus, the Stark Industries ball was tonight.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the song Back In Black playing loudly throughout the parking lot.

“OH MY GOD! TONY STARK IS AT OUR SCHOOL!”

He wouldn't.

Oh, but he would.

You groaned and walked up to the crowd. Just as you had feared, your father was giving his trademark flirty smile to the teenage girls gushing over him.

“That's disgusting.” You thought.

You took a deep breath and ran through the crowd, grabbing your dad's hand in the process, dragging him to the car.

“I cannot believe you just did that.” You complained. He just laughed, “You're going to be popular now.”

“That's the problem.” You mumbled too low for him to hear.

This was most likely the itchiest dress in the world. It was beautiful and you were thrilled you got to pick it out yourself, but still itchy.

Your mother and father were dancing as you sat at one of the round tables the littered the room.

“Hey stranger.”  

You smiled and turned around to see your bestfriend Peter Parker. He looked drop-dead gorgeous. He had on a tux that hugged him in all the right places. 

You stood up and hugged his middle.

“You look stunning.” He whispered. “Not to bad yourself Parker.”

He bowed and extended his hand. “I would be honored if you shared this dance with me.” He asked in a flawless British accent. “That would be lovely.” You responded and took his hand.

Your father watched as Peter led you to the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he settled his hands on your waist. You both began to sway softly to the music.

“She's already 17.” Your dad sighed and sat down at a table with your mom. She just chuckled and took his hand. “She grew up fast...too fast.”

“I remember when she had to sleep with that Hulk plushy at night, or when she crawled through the mud to rescue a frog, when she had the biggest crush on Cap, when she took first place in the science convention at her school.” Tony gushed.

“She's still our little girl.” Your mother reminded and kissed her husband.

“I know Pep.”

At the moment, your head rested on Peter's chest and his chin placed on top of your head.

“I never thought this would happen.” He whispered.

You looked up at him, “what?”

“Me, dancing with you. I remember how I used to stare at you in class, then when you would actually turn around, I would get scared and look away. I never thought I would sit by you at lunch, or go to coffee after school with you, or stay up all night with you to study for finals.” He informed.

You grinned and took his hand, leading him to the roof.

You sat on the ledge, fearlessly dangling your feet off the side. Peter did the same.

“Is that all true?” You asked, looking at the amazing view of the city.

“Every word.”

You shifted your body to look at him. He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

Placing a hand on your hip, he pulled you in for a kiss.

It ended to soon when when you pulled away for air.  You leaned into his side, his arm hooked around your back, keeping you close.

Your father watched form a distance, a fond look on his face,

He knew that you would always be his little girl.