“Has anyone seen (y/n)?” Steve asked
“She’s not with you?” Clint responded.
“Well she isn’t with Bruce and I, we just came back up from the labs.” Tony sat on the couch as Bruce joined him.
“I have not seen Lady (y/n), could she be with Lady Pepper and Lady Natasha?” Thor said.
“My brother may be onto something there, (y/n) is quiet attached to those women.” Loki looked up from his book.
“Pepper is in Italy for a conference and Natasha is on mission for Director Coulson, mans it’s still weird calling him that.” Tony shook his head.
“I saw her in the elevator this morning but it looks like she was in a rush to get somewhere. I didn’t ask her anything.” Bucky said.
“I bumped into her right after that as I was walking into the lobby, she was in a big rush. I didn’t even get a ‘hello’ like I normally do.” Sam crossed his arms.
Warning: Possible Spiderman Homecoming spoilers?? Also some fluff… if you don’t like fluff read my other fic… I’ll link it below(a/n: shameless self promotion.. sorry) Also may implicate some sexual themes but is still SFW. Also it's becoming increasingly difficult to find a really good/suitable image of Tom Holland as Peter Parker. I don't own Spider-man or the image.
“(y/n)! Come in, here I’ll take the mail. How are you? How is school? Your mom? Is Peter treating you well?”
You laughed and gave May a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she gave you one.
“I’m doing great. School could be better, and my mom is feeling a lot better too. And yes Peter is treating me well.”
“He better. You two are so adorable!”
You blushed as she made her way into the kitchen, cutting up a slice of her walnut date loaf for herself.
“You want a slice (Y/n)?”
You had a terrible day, it seemed like Stacy Evans was born to make your life miserable.
You had stacks of homework that had to be done before Monday, plus, the Stark Industries ball was tonight.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the song Back In Black playing loudly throughout the parking lot.
“OH MY GOD! TONY STARK IS AT OUR SCHOOL!”
Oh, but he would.
You groaned and walked up to the crowd. Just as you had feared, your father was giving his trademark flirty smile to the teenage girls gushing over him.
“That's disgusting.” You thought.
You took a deep breath and ran through the crowd, grabbing your dad's hand in the process, dragging him to the car.
“I cannot believe you just did that.” You complained. He just laughed, “You're going to be popular now.”
“That's the problem.” You mumbled too low for him to hear.
This was most likely th