Peter discreetly looks at me then gestures his eyes out the room towards mine, his jaw jutting and eyebrows slightly raised. Peter Parker is renowned for not being able to keep secrets. Only three people has accidentally found out he's Spiderman. So, I'm really surprised he is able to keep our relationship a secret away from all the Avengers and our school friends. I'm Tony Stark's daughter and me and Peter wouldn't hear the end of it if we admitted we were finally together. Finally together because I finally got my finger out my ass and realised Peter truly does like me, not just because of the money or I'm Iron Kid. I met him when we were both fifteen and now we're seventeen. We've been together for six months now.

As for Peter's flirty - and surprisingly discreet gesture - I smirk slightly with a tiny nod. This causes Peter to lick his lip. God give me strength.

"Are you two even listening?" Steve questions both me and Peter.

"The kid and my daughter were too busy making bedroom eyes at each other." Tony murmurs carrying on fiddling with the tech.

I just chuckle as Peter scoffs. I play the still-in-denial and Peter plays the I-like-her-but-I-haven't-admitted-it-yet-guy.

"No we we're not!" I whine.

"I see why she named herself Iron Kid." Bucky chuckles.

I stick my tongue out at Bucky.

"That proves it." Natasha laughs.

"Listen dad's already gone through the plan with me. I can update Peter later but we've got this really big chemistry assignment we need to start on and this mission isn't for a month." I ramble.

"Go on then." I try to resist the urge of squealing and grabbing Peter's hand to run, "But you better update him missy." My dad tells me.

"Of course." I say goofily.

Peter follows me out of the room and as soon as the door shuts Peter grabs my hips and kisses behind my ear as we walk into my room. I pull at Peter's jumper as he maneuvers himself to hovering over me on my bed. We start passionately making out. We get so lost in each other - the look, the sounds, the feel, the taste - that neither of us notice the unlocked door open, even though Peter has his spidey senses.

"My eyes are burning!" Clint screams dramatically dropping my school bag with the chemistry assignment in it.

Clint runs out of my room as Peter blushes, his hands still up my top with his hair now a mess because of me.

"Do you think he will kill me?" Peter asks breathlessly as he gets off me.

"Who?" I ask pulling down my hitched up skirt.

Peter loves exploring you see.

"Your dad."