Stark

“Hey dad, I’m home!” I shouted as I walked Into his lab, only to get my bag stolen by a string of webs.

I wondered where the web came from, so I followed it. At the end of the string was Mr.spiderman, or as I know him, Peter.

“Peter!” I shouted Immediately making him jump off the couch in fright. “What?!?!” he said, his mask only half on. “Mr.stark! I wasn’t doing anything I was… thinking!” he paused. “Calm down doofus, It’s just me.”

I then threw my web covered bag at him.

“Fix it.” I paused, heading towards the kitchen. “And seriously, stop leaving webbing all over the house, just walk, it’s not that hard.”

This was the life you got being the 16 year-old daughter of a, and in his own words, A “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” you get stress, fear, anxiety, but you know it’s not all bad you get to hang out with the avengers, go to space, save mankind, and more importantly tease Peter about liking you.

But to be honest, everyone liked you, but no one liked you for who you were or even that you saved lives, they only liked you because you were a superhero and the daughter of a billionaire, and even then sometimes people didn’t like you.

You were always being judged, your every move followed, and most importantly they judged me based on the fact that I dated loki, the god of mischief.

“Ugh!” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Who ate all of the freakin’ pickles!” I shouted looking towards Peter. “Don’t look at me!” he said, raising his hands up as if he were surrendering to the cops.

“I think it was Groot”

“Thanks, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give him a butt whooping.” Groot was staying with us while the guardians were on a mission to get something. I swung Groot’s door open with such force it would have flown off the hinges if I didn’t have better control of my powers than I did.

“Groot! Did you eat all the pickles?!” Groot jumped off of his chair when he heard me. I had a lot of power at the facility, but I wasn’t always there, I was usually at my house or peter’s.

“I am groot” damn! He didn’t eat them. “Ok, sorry Groot, you’re off the hook” I walked out and thought to myself, “if Groot didn’t eat them, then who did?” and then it hit me. Literally, Bucky threw the jar at me, luckily I had caught it. If it weren’t for my abnormally quick reflexes I would have pickle shards in me.

“Heard you were looking for the pickles.” Bucky almost shouted at me. “Yeah i was, but that doesn’t explain where you got it, or why you threw it?!” I almost shouted back.

“I just wanted to make sure your powers still worked!” If you didn’t know already, I have powers. I wasn’t born with them because both of my parents are humans, but I just had them one day at school… that kindergarten teacher is probably scarred for life.

“Uh, yeah they still work! So don’t throw anything at me!” I was a little mad now. Powers don’t just suddenly stop working!

“Maguna!” it was my dad, “yeah what do you need?” I shouted back, never breaking eye contact with Bucky.

“Could you come here for a second? I need your help with something!” what could he, a genius, possibly need from a (also genius) sassy 16 year-old?