You are Tony Stark’s daughter, and very well known. People notice your intelligence, your charisma, and, your striking appearance . You walk into a room and it takes attention with you.

You’ve seen Peter Parker around school before—quiet, awkward, a little sarcastic, always in a rush—but you’ve never talked, never been introduced.

Today, Tony brings Peter to the Avengers Facility for some training. You’re already there, finishing up a routine with Natasha. Sharp, precise, and effortless, you move through the exercises like you were born for this. Natasha smirks at you, clearly impressed, but you just shrug. This is normal for you.

Tony steps in, clearly enjoying the timing.

“Hey, sweetie,” he calls over,

“this is Peter. He’s gonna be training with you today.”

He smirks at you with that familiar mix of pride and amusement.

“Don’t go too easy on him, okay?”

You glance at your dad, rolling your eyes just slightly, and give him a small grin. Tony chuckles.

“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about him.”

He gestures toward Peter, who is standing a few steps behind, looking overwhelmed.

“Peter, this is my daughter.”

You step forward, confident and lively, letting Peter get a clear look at you. He stiffens slightly under your gaze, clearly aware that meeting Maddy Stark isn’t like meeting anyone else he’s ever known. Natasha watches from the side with her signature smirk.

Tony leans down slightly, resting a hand on your shoulder with pride and mock exasperation.

“Remember, kid, she’s brilliant, fast, basically unstoppable, and she’s my daughter. So… try not to embarrass yourself too badly.”

You laugh softly at that, just enough to tease him without saying too much, leaving Peter to figure out the rest.