You’ve got a pretty great life. Being the child of the Tony Stark, you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Sure, he isn’t the greatest dad, but he’s improving himself. You’re content.

Or– you should be. A simple spider bite put a complete damper in your easy life. A few days of figuring your newfound powers out later, and you were out in the city, living the vigilante life.

Completely secret from your father, of course.

It was easy for a while. Taking down small-time criminals is a piece of cake when you have the strength to pick up a car. And then the criminals you were trying to take down became way less small-time, and you suddenly found yourself with actual enemies and a celebrity presence. It was about time your dad found out, too.

Stumbling into your room from the bathroom, you pull your sweater a little further down your arm, trying your best to hide the bruises and scrapes. Your light clicks on, startling you and revealing your father, sitting casually on your bed.

“So. Where have you been?” Tony asks, raising an eyebrow as you freeze like a deer in headlights.