A Stark of Mine || Peter Parker x Reader || Tony Stark's Daughter

CHAPTER 11 - Physics

Honestly, not too happy with this but it's prewritten and I tried improving it a bit. It will get better don't worry. I also have a massive plot line planned.

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Together you walked through the open door into the classroom. The tables and seats only half full. The front and back rows taken up already.

"Want to sit?" Peter glanced over at you. He was glad to have someone he now knew in this class, it happened to be one of the only ones where Ned wasn't in. You looked away from the eyes of your peers as they starred at the newcomer.

"Sure." Slinging your bag off your shoulder and onto the floor under the desk you sat down on the stool getting used to it's incredibly uncomfortable seat. "It's not like I've got anywhere else to go." He smiled kindly at you before everyone's attention was drawn to the front of the class where the teacher walked in. Peter suddenly turned to you.

"Take off the glasses." He said hushed.

"What?" You strained to hear him over the commotion of the other students.

"I said take the sunglasses off, Mr Strong doesn't like students wearing them in his classes. He's a really strict guy." He warned, his tone not brutal or unkind but rather filled with worry and useful advice. You knitted your eyebrows together. Everything there was so strange and the last thing you wanted to do was get rid of the one thing that made you feel like you.

"But I...Do I have to?" Peter could clearly see you in discomfort, but he couldn't understand why. He couldn't comprehend why removing an accessory for one class was such a big deal for you.

"Unless you want a detention? Sorry..." He apologised as you let out a sigh. Not only that but getting a detention on your first day? You had no idea if your father would be disappointed or proud. "If it means that much to you, you can put them back on at lunch?" You spotted the teacher looking your way and finally gave in under Peter's persuasion, he was only trying to help you out and for that you were thankful.

"Fine." You huffed quietly as you took Stark's stylish shades off your face. It felt weird, you felt somewhat naked without them, unprotected. "Thanks, by the way, I don't really want to get into trouble."

"Hat, off." Mr. Strong pointed accusingly towards an unsuspecting teenager. The student quickly froze from his conversation and looked the teacher dead in the eye. "Now!" He ordered causing the student to take sudden action and snatch the headwear into his bag. Peter leant over to mutter something.

"Our last teacher left on sick leave; she was much nicer." You quirked your frown quickly acknowledging him.

"Do you like to live life on the edge?" You asked as what he had said happened to coincide as the teacher was walking past the chattering two of you.

"Depends..." He smirked. Obviously, you knew nothing about who he really was – that he was the man behind the mask. But to him, it was a fun little way of letting something loose without ever been discovered. Peter smiled stealing a glance, a glance that wandered to your watch. It was only then you realised that you should have taken it off. Peter was observant, annoyingly observant. With he's senses turned up to a constant eleven he couldn't help but notice the resemblance to one he had seen Mr Stark wear once. "Cool watch." You frowned and looked between the two before quickly covering it up with your hand. Peter was curious by nature, so he couldn't help but try to keep the conversation going. He didn't mean any harm, but he wasn't entirely conscience of the hole he was digging himself into. "Where did you get it from?" He asked, red strings seeming to connect the dots in his mind. To him, it now made sense that you had a watch and the shades. To Peter, you were an intern from Australia who had come to learn by Mr. Stark's side – but you didn't know he knew that.