PP

Tony had his daughter very young, he was 17, to be exact. It was a fling that ended in pregnancy, pregnancy that ended in leaving Tony Stark with a baby. The mother had ran off, so he raised her himself. Because he had her so young, by the time he was 46, she was a full grown woman. She was 29. 29 with no kids, still living in the Stark Tower. Even though she lived in the Stark Tower doesn’t mean she didn’t have the means to move out. Sure, she was kind of a nepobaby, getting all the money from Daddy. But she was a genius who had three degrees from Yale and one from MIT before she could legally drink. Even though y/n didn’t have any kids, doesn’t mean she didn’t want them—she loved kids. So when Peter Parker—aka Spider-Man— moved into the Stark Tower at age 15 for his internship, both his world and y/n’s world were changed forever. It was a Saturday evening, the evening Peter was moving in. The Avengers were a domestic mess in the common. Y/n was at the counter making coffee in the common kitchen when the elevator bell rang and the doors slid open to reveal a 15 year old boy—Peter Parker who was struggling to carry all his bags at the same time.