The Avenger's daughter

The attack

"I'm just saying, you look really hot in that black catsuit." Peter smiled as he lay in my bed, the sheets covering him waist down. I laughed as I pulled my jeans back on.

"Not as hot as you look in red and blue, Spider-boy." I teased, using the nickname that I had come up with for him the day that we had met. I hadn't used it since, until now.

"Hey! I'm seventeen, I'm basically an adult, it's Spiderman." He chuckled.

"Y/N? Peter?" my eyes widened as I heard my dad's voice.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Peter hissed quietly as he shot up and started to get dressed.

"Two seconds, dad." I gulped as I watched Peter rapidly pull his jeans on.

"Mr Stark cannot know that we slept together, he'd kill me, or worse, he'd kick me off of the Avengers." He groaned, pulling his sweater on. I looked at him.

"You really think that death is a better fate than being kicked off of the Avengers?" I scoffed, making Peter groan again as he did up the zip on his jeans.

"You good?" I asked, making him nod.

"FRIDAY, unlock the door." I spoke before opening the door. Dad stood there, looking at us. He looked between us suspiciously.

"What were you kids up to, huh?" he asked slowly. I gulped and looked at Peter.

"Oh, you know, just making up and getting back together." I nodded, Peter slowly returning it.

"Uh huh. There better not have been any make-up sex involved-."

"Dad, oh my god!" I screeched, making Peter turn bright red.

"I'm just saying, it's not the right time to have a mini Spiderman, or a mini Scarlet Witch two point oh running around the place, and I'm way too young to become a grandpa." He chuckled before walking off. I sighed and held my hand to my head as I looked at Peter.

"It's as if he knew." Peter mumbled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, there was no way for him to. He's just trying to be funny." I chuckled, putting my hand on his chest as I passed him and walked to the window. My eyebrows furrowed as I saw something flying towards us.

"Peter?" I asked.

"Hmm?" he responded.

"Do you see that-." My eyes widened as I realised what it was.

"DAD!" The missile collided with the building, immediately hurling Peter and I back as everything blew up. I landed against a slab of concrete, my head harshly smacking against it and knocking me out.

"Can anyone hear me?!"

"I can, I've got you."

"I'm with Wanda, and Steve is with Tony and Bruce, but where are Natasha, Peter and Y/N?!"

"Where are Y/N and Peter?! We need to find them!"

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAUGHTER?!"

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard talking in my ear. I groaned in pain as I looked around and my eyes widened. Tears filled my eyes as I was surrounded by rubble and dust, mountains of it surrounding me. I looked down my body and cried out as my left leg was stuck under a slab of concrete, as well as a shard of glass being stuck in my thigh.

"Help!" I croaked out.

"Y/N?! Is that you?!" I heard my dad speak in my ear through my comms. It was times like these that I was grateful for not being allowed to go anywhere without some form of comms in.