as tony starks daughter, i feel immense pressure, pressure to live up to everyone’s expectations, their standards that come with the stark name. i had been off recently, after my dad had taken peter, spider-man under his wing, teaching him everything he has to know. me and peter are the same age. me and tony’s relationship wasn’t bad, just strained due to his recent neglect of our bond, spending more time in the lab, tinkering with peters suit, web shooter, etcétera whilst i’m pushed to the side. i had gotten in with the wrong group of kids, smoking and drinking whatever i could get my hands on. my dads bond with peter made me lash out at peter, even though it wasn’t his fault and he had done nothing wrong.