Winter & Webs. · Y/n story by @everlynx

The Stark Tower hummed in the dead hours of morning—a constant, low thrum of arc reactors and machinery that had become a lullaby over the years. Light from Manhattan bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the training room.

???

Show-off.

Y/N didn't turn. She reached for another knife from the magnetic strip on her thigh holster, spinning it between her fingers.

Y/N Stark

You've been standing there for five minutes.

Natasha Romanoff

a quiet smile tugging at her lips Impressive. Your situational awareness is getting better.

Natasha stepped fully into the room, arms crossed, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. She was dressed in a loose black tank top and sweatpants—relaxed, for her. That meant she wasn't on a mission.

Natasha Romanoff

Your dad's looking for you.

Y/N finally turned, raising an eyebrow. She caught the knife as it stopped spinning.

Y/N Stark

At this hour? That can't be good.

Natasha Romanoff

shrugs He's been pacing for twenty minutes. Clint's taking bets on what he broke.

Y/N Stark

she smirks slightly What's the over-under on it being something that explodes?

Natasha Romanoff

I put money on something that already exploded.

Y/N Stark

Smart money.

Y/N slid the knife back into its holster and cracked her neck, the frost receding from her hands like it had never been there. Control. Always control.

Y/N Stark

leaning against the doorframe Okay. What did you break?

Tony Stark

stops mid-step Nothing. waves a hand I mean—not nothing-nothing. More like... I un-broke something and now it needs attention.

Y/N Stark

That's the vaguest thing you've said all week. And it's Sunday.

Tony Stark

points at her See? Too smart. I blame myself.

He tapped his watch. A hologram flickered to life between them—grainy street-level footage. A figure in red and blue swung across a New York skyline, fluid and reckless.

Y/N Stark

studying it Spider-Man.

Tony Stark

quietly Peter Parker. Sixteen years old. Genius-level IQ. Built his own suit. Web fluid from scratch. pauses Too smart. Too reckless. Reminds me of someone.

Y/N Stark

slowly And you want...?

Tony Stark

I want you to keep an eye on him.

Y/N Stark

shrugs Fine. Easy. Mission profile?

Tony Stark

hesitates You won't be doing it from here.

Y/N's eyes narrowed.

Y/N Stark

...What did you do?

Tony Stark

winces You start Monday. a hologram shifts—a school crest and address Midtown High School of Science and Technology.

Y/N Stark

staring You enrolled me in high school.

Tony Stark

winces again, no less Welcome to your new mission.

Silence stretched for three full seconds.

Y/N Stark

dragging a hand down her face This is worse than HYDRA.