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Peter Parker walked in to Mr. Stark's office with a plan.
"Hey Mr.Stark! I've been working on-"
"Not now, Parker." Tony mutters causing Peter to look up and notice that Jenna was sitting in the seat on the opposite side of Tony's desk.
Jenna turns in her seat and smiles when she sees Peter. "Hi Peter." She says.
Peter frowns and looks at Tony. "Um, I have to go talk to Natasha about something. Let me know when you're ready to speak with me." He says politely before turning and walking out the door.
Jenna folds her arms, offended that he completely ignored her and turned back to her father.
"I don't want to work for you dad. I want to go to school. Building suits isn't what I want to do for the rest of my life." She argues as Peter eavesdrops on the other side.
Peter balls his fist, jealous of Tony's daughter. He would kill to have Tony as a dad and build suits with him and fight crime beside him for the rest of his life.
Peter decided to head to the training room instead and release some pent up anger. He threw punches at the punching bag and kicked as hard as he could and only paused when he heard the training room door open.
"What do you want?" He spit when he noticed it was Jenna.
Jenna's face fell before hardening. "Why do you hate me so much?" She asks almost angrily.
Peter throws off his sparring gloves as Jenna takes a step towards him.
"I don't hate you." He mutters.
"Sure seems like it." She fires back.
"I hate that you don't appreciate the father that you have." He admits.
"Excuse me?" She scoffs.
"I don't appreciate my father? What- who the fuck do you think you are to even say that, Parker?" She growls.
"You are so lucky to have him and you don't appreciate him. He offered you a full time job building suits with him and turned it down." He argues.
"Because that's not what I want to do with my life!" She yells.
"You're ungrateful." He spits.
"You're delusional and blinded by jealousy. I regret ever building you that suit." She says staring at Peter.
"You're a bitch." He says, looking away from her.
"You're nothing without my suit." She mutters.
Peter locks eyes with her again, she had struck a soft spot. He clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. He had never been this mad before in his life and it almost scared him.
"Oh, I promise you I'll show you I'm something without it." He promises, taking a step towards Jenna. She stood her ground, as they stared at each other. Both of them were furious.
"Fuck you, Peter." She seethed before shoving him away from her.
Peter breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself down when Jenna threw a punch at him. He was taken so much by surprise that he didn't have time to move out of the way, her fist making contact with his face.
He stared at her in anger and shock, wanting so badly to throw one right back at her. The determined look on Jenna's face didn't fade and she threw yet another punch at Peter.
This time he was ready and caught her wrist mid air. He used her momentum and flipped her over, slamming her onto her back against the padded mat of the training room floor.
Jenna groaned in pain for a moment before realizing how close Peter's body was to hers.
Tony barged into the training room after watching Peter slam his daughter into the ground.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" He shouted.
Both teens scrambled to their feet before pointing a finger at each other.
"He started it!" "She started it!" They argue at the same time.
