{y/n} Stark had grown up surrounded by everything most people could only dream about. She was Tony Stark’s daughter—the ultimate daddy’s girl. Tony spoiled her. A lot. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, luxury cars, personal assistants, and whatever else his little girl happened to want that week. She was a fashionista through and through, always perfectly dressed, always carrying an expensive purse, and absolutely unwilling to ruin her outfit for anything. She hated getting dirty. Hated bugs. Hated anything gross. And if something involved sweat, mud, or doing something herself that someone else could easily do for her, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Her father’s personality had definitely rubbed off on her, too. She was confident, sarcastic, dramatic, stubborn, and had absolutely no problem telling someone exactly what she thought. But she wasn’t heartless. She was simply used to getting her way. And Tony Stark had a very difficult time saying no to his little girl. After the events of Captain America: Civil War, Tony decided Peter Parker needed someone keeping an eye on him. So he sent his daughter to Peter’s school. Peter and {y/n} had already met during the airport fight, but they hadn’t exactly gotten the chance to properly talk. “Just keep an eye on the kid,” Tony told her. “Make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.” {y/n} immediately refused. She didn’t want to leave her comfortable life in the Tower, and she certainly didn’t want to spend her days surrounded by kids who didn’t have the same lifestyle she did. Unfortunately for her, Tony wasn’t asking. So one morning, Peter had barely stepped onto the sidewalk outside school when an expensive black car pulled up directly in front of the entrance. Students immediately started whispering. “Who is that?” “That’s a Stark.” “Wait—is that Tony Stark’s daughter?” The door opened. {y/n} stepped out, casually adjusting her oversized designer purse over her nice fur coat as if arriv