KM

Y/N had lived there for years now. After losing both parents at the age of twelve, Tony — her father's old friend — had welcomed her without thinking twice. The Stark Tower had become his home. At twenty-three, Y/N had learned to live with Avengers, missions, explosions and Tony's impossible character. And then there was Peter Parker. His best friend. The guy who always managed to make her smile. Too bad Peter had been hiding something for years that Y/N had never noticed: he was in love with her. One evening, the Avengers group was particularly quiet. Tony: Guys, I'm dying of boredom. Someone give me something to destroy. Peter: I could add someone to the group. Tony: If it's another kid with self-esteem problems, I'll throw you out the window. Peter: His name is Frank.