AN: Guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever, but thank you so much for all the reviews and support! From now on, updates will be coming in weekly for reals this time. Here's an extra long chapter to make up for the wait!

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I regretted agreeing to stay at the Tower 2 minutes after the words of 'I'd be happy to stay' left my mouth.

After hearing my agreement Tony had hastily told me that breakfast was happening for real and that they were all in the common kitchen all the avengers shared. He led me down a hallway off the elevator area that opened up to an open floor plan with a spacious kitchen and dining area as well as a flat screen TV with three large couches set up around it. The entire back wall of the space was lined with floor to ceiling windows which showed a stellar view of the city.

As soon as Tony and I walked in I found myself staring at four real fucking superheros some of whom were in pajamas and this was just unreal. I think Captain America was there when I vomited on Tony last night too, awkward.

Nobody had acknowledged our arrival yet, but I think they all knew and were trying to make it not awkward for me, which was nice but completely impossible.

Tony cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, this is Rose. She's going to stay for a while."

They all looked up, and all appeared friendly. Peter waved to me from the table and asked loudly, "Would it be too much like an AA meeting if we all coursed 'Hi, Rose.'?" I snorted in reluctant amusement. Dick was still making fun of my drunkenness.

"Hey, Rose, do you want some breakfast?" Captain America asked me.

I smiled, glad that everyone was being so welcoming. "Sure, Cap, that would be great." My headache was feeling slightly better and I was really relieved that I thought I would be able to keep down some food.

"Please, call me Steve," He said with a small smile as though amused by something that I couldn't place.

The rest of the team was introduced in short order by Tony.

"Gramps over there hates it when we call him Cap off mission, so of course we do it often." Tony gesticulated widely toward said Captain, and then continued with, "Here we have Bruce, who you don't want to poke with sharp objects unless you want a giant green rage monster, which seems like it would be good times, but it's not."

Bruce smiled over the papers he was reading and said to Rose, "Welcome, Rose. You should ask Tony sometime why some things are a really bad idea to just do for the vine."

I smiled wide picturing Tony trying to get the Hulk to come out for the Vine. Holy shit that's irresponsible as fuck and I couldn't help but think it was freaking hilarious.

"Hindsight is 20/20." Tony shrugged looking completely unrepentant.

"And over there we have Clint who absolutely under no circumstance should be allowed around Nerf Guns ever again."

Clint flashed Tony a look of amused exasperation. "It was one time." He said and I filed that under stories to get Peter to tell me later.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked but I was really just asking about Agent Romanoff. She worked with my mom sometimes and I wanted to see if she would tell me anything. I mean she probably wouldn't because she was a killer spy and she definitely wasn't supposed to give up those kind of details but a girl could hope.

"Natasha is helping out at Shield and Thor is on off-planet doing whatever price type stuff he does when he's not here or with Jane."

"Cool." I shrugged and tried to seem indifferent, but it was possible that Romanoff was out looking for my mom right now, and that was both scary that it was so serious she had to be called in, and comforting that I knew she was good at her job.

Peter yawning loudly brought me back from my thoughts and I turned to look at him.

"Hey, where do you go to school?" He asked me as though just thinking of it.

I completely forgot about school. That's just awesome. Happy Thursday to me. School didn't start till 8:45 at it was currently 7:15. I had no idea how I was going to get there either and I didn't even have any clothes here. This freaking blows.

"Hello?" Peter asked waving a hand in front of my face.

I swatted his hand away and answered, "I go to the wonderful high school of Midtown."

Peter laughed out loud and I didn't get what was funny until he said, "Me too." and then I laughed too because what are the odds of that shit.

As it turned out, Peter was in two of my classes and we had just never noticed each other before. I laughed for 5 minutes after figuring that out because like what a small fucking world.

Peter actually had a pretty decent car, that or he was borrowing from Tony, because he offered to drive me to school in a brand new BMW. It's like these superheros have no idea how to keep an identity secret, because a teenager driving a BMW was suspicious as all hell.

"So, no one at school knows I'm Spiderman and it would be great if we could keep it that way." Peter said as he came up on a stop light and carefully hit the breaks. We were on our way to my apartment because there was no way in hell I was going to look like I was doing a walk of shame at school and I really wanted to shower.

"Don't worry, I'm not about to blow your cover. That would be way lame." I said seriously and then continued much more amused, "How does the whole secret identity thing work anyway? Is it like Hannah Montanna? Like high school student by day, rope swinging crime fighting acrobat by night."

Peter made an offended noise, "Ugh, why? Why Hannah Montana? I am not a teen pop sensation."

Oh my god. I laughed out loud. "Hannah Montanna because I just got the best mental image of you singing 'Best of Both Worlds' on stage as Spiderman and it brought me deep amusement."

"Dick." He proclaimed, but he was smiling.

"The biggest," I snorted.

I let myself into the apartment and told Peter to just make himself comfortable while I did the whole showering/ getting my school things. I didn't do any of my homework last night for obvious reasons and even though I had what was probably the most airtight excuse in the world, I wasn't about to tell anyone my personal business. It was not going to be a fun day.

I showered quickly and pulled on a simple outfit of dark-wash jeans and a short sleeved red v-neck tee shirt. I attempted to smooth out my hair with a brush but it just wasn't happening.

I could afford to skip a day of school, my grades were definitely good enough and I was on track to graduate early, but I didn't need anyone to be suspicious that I might be looking into my mother's disappearance.

I exited my room ready to go to find Peter rummaging around in my fridge. Didn't we just eat? Did spider venom come with a free extremely high metabolism? If so, I needed to hop on board that train, I would eat all the things. I wondered if people would buy that as a diet supplement, the Spider Diet. Peter could be sitting on a gold mine. I snorted at my own idiocy.

"Ya'know, you have a pretty good selection of take out going on here." Peter said while eating Lo Mein out of a Chinese take out box.

He was sitting on the kitchen counter top and he looked way too comfortable for me not to fuck with him.

"That's four weeks old." I deadpanned, just to be a dick.

Peter started to make inarticulate choking noises trying to spit it out before he realized I was laughing and then proceed to throw his fork at me. Which got gross noodles all over my shirt.

I threw my keys at him which he dodged effortlessly. I called no fair on the superhuman reflexes.

I resolved to go to school for today because Peter was nice enough to drive me, but that didn't mean I was going to do actual school work. I had brought my laptop and had swiped my mom's laptop from her room. I was going to spend the day going through her files, and trying to find out the circumstances of her kidnapping.

I was late to my first class of AP Brittish Literature by 5 minutes because Peter was unwilling to go the speed I really wanted him to go which was totally lame because he had the reflexes to handle it but whatever.

I tried to never be late for this class because Mr. Sanderson totally hated and it was completely mutual. He had hated me ever since I told him off after he put down a student on the first day of class

for not completely understanding Jane Austen.

I walked inconspicuously into the room and chose the last reaming desk in the center of the front row. My teacher for AP Brit Lit, Mr. Sanderson just continued on with his lesson instead of commenting on my lateness which was very refreshing because I was at least expecting a sneer.

"Ms. Grace, nice of you to join us." Mr. Sanderson said with some contempt. So much for not commenting. Way to keep up your tool bag image.

I did my best to paint on a fake smile and reply, "Sorry, ran into some traffic."

He ignored me trying to be nice about my lateness and plowed on with, "And you're not in dress code."

I looked down at my outfit, which there was really nothing inappropriate about. I was wearing dark blue jeans that didn't even have holes in them, and a red V-neck short sleeved tee shirt which did not show too much cleavage. I mean the shirt was totally stained with Lo Mein because of Peter, but that wasn't against dress code.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked, genuinely curious as to what this ass face was gonna come up with, because I looked fine.

"I can see your bra strap." He stated plainly.

I looked down again and yes, my bra strap was a fraction of and inch showing, but the fact that he was pointing this out was completely ridiculous. It was the same color of my shirt.

This is just what I fucking needed. On top of my mom going missing, this asshat has to get into it with me today. Hell fucking no, I'm not taking this dick's shit today.

"The strap is barley visible. I'm concerned that you're looking there at all seeing as I'm underage." I said pointedly.

"You are out of dress code, you need to go to the office and change. If you continue to disrupt the class, you are going to find yourself in detention."

I was so done. He was being completely ridiculous and there was absolutely no reason for me to have to wear one of the really uncomfortable shirts from the office all day.

'Fuck it, fuck it all' I thought.

I reached up the back of my shirt, unhooked by red bra, and then proceeded to pull it through my sleeve. Bra in hand, I stood up and dropped it to the floor next to me and then sat back down.

"Can you see my bra strap now?" I questioned Mr. Sanderson casually with a raised eyebrow.

The entire class went silent. Mr. Sanderson's face had gone a hue of purple I wouldn't have thought possible on human skin, he looked like he was about to have a fit.

"Go to the principal's office right now, and you will receive a zero for today's quiz." He spat with the most contempt I had ever heard him speak with. The rest of the year with him was going to be good times, I could tell.

I shrugged and got my things, purposely leaving my discarded bra on the floor. I was pretty thankful I had worn a cute one today (it was red with lace) because otherwise this would have been totally mortifying.

"Have a stupendous day." I called sarcastically over my shoulder as I clicked the door shut behind me.

Sitting outside the principal's office I was regretting everything. Why the hell do I get myself into these situations? I can't call Tony because no one can know he has a daughter. The press would have a freaking field day with that. I was slightly amused at the possible headlines in spite of myself. Stark's Daughter Strips in Public or Stark Bastard Lives Up to Stark's Image. It would not be good.

How was he even going to react? My mom would have killed me for this, but I also think she would have laughed. I felt a strong pang of sadness thinking about how she was gone. Gone but not dead, I reminded myself, I was going to find her.

"Rosalie Grace, He's ready for you." The secretary called out and I hopped out of my seat and crossed my arms over my chest because I was now not wearing a bar because I was a fucking genius.

I entered the office and closed the door behind me. The office was small and held only a large desk, and two chairs set up to face the desk.

I sat down in one of the chairs and turned to face Mr. Thomas who was a portly looking man with some serious balding and personal hygiene issues. I wondered if it would offend him if I sprayed some Febreze. Probably.

Mr. Thomas shuffled some paper around, clearly unprepared for this meeting, before saying, "Miss. Grace, Mr. Sanderson claims that you acted very inappropriately in his class today. Is this true?"

"I'm not going to try to say that my behavior wasn't an over reaction, but he definitely over reacted first." I said, trying a small smile which he did not seem to appreciate at all.

"He says you took off your bra in class."

"It's not as bad as it sounds. I pulled it through my sleeve." He raised his eyebrow at my reply and yeah, I was aware of my weak defense.

"Look, I've never had you in my office before, so I'll give you a choice. You can take a weeks worth of detention, or a two day suspension. But if I ever hear of you making any kind of disturbance like this again, it's going to be a lot worse."

I brightened considerably, a two day suspension would look bad on college records, but it would actually really help me look into my mom's disappearance under the guise of not being able to go to school.

I tried my best to look sorry and said, "I'll take the two day suspension."

"Alright, just have your parent sign this and bring it back on Tuesday when your suspension is over."

I nodded and left the office to go get my things.

I checked my phone on the way out and the thing was blowing up. I had 12 texts from various friends at school asking if I really threw my bra on the ground in the middle of class. I had another three texts from an unknown number.

Unknown: Did that happen for real? I know that dude's a dick but like that was savage AF

Unknown: not judging, it was kind of awesome. Are you alight?

Unknown: Do you still need a ride? This is Peter BTW

I laughed and texted him back that I was fine and that I was just going to walk back to my apartment and take and take my mom's car back to the Tower.

I took my time getting back to the Tower, but it was still around 1pm when I pulled in. I got out of my car and immediately noticed that Tony was in the garage working on a motorcycle. He saw me pull in and waved me over. I guess there was no avoiding telling him then.

"Aren't you legally bound to be in school for another couple hours?" He asked sarcastically squinting his eyes at me.

"I may have gotten suspended?" I said it like a question, because this was kind of awkward. Technically Stark was my temporary legal guardian and my father, but he didn't really feel like either of those things.

"Did you deserve it?" He asked.

"Kind of... but the teacher was really being a rude asshole first."

He snorted. "Alright. I'll tell you what, this is kind of awkward for me too. I have no idea how to be a parent, so how about we let this one slide. If anyone's had a hard week it's you."

I smiled genuinely. "Thanks for understanding, Tony."

He nodded, and then paused seeing me eying the motorcycle engine with interest. "Do you want to help me work on this? It goes about 130 mph, but I want to take it up to 200."

My eyes lit up. I was really great with engines, and I was the best in my shop class. "Oh, I want to help so much, you have no idea."

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