Peter Parker

You open your father's workshop door without knocking, a habit he scolded you for, but never really did

• Dad, you haven't seen my... You freeze before you can finish. Because instead of Tony, Peter Parker is in the workshop. He's standing with his back to you, hunched over his workbench. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows. And right in front of him, on the metal plates laid out, is a red and blue suit, torn in several places. The web pattern is all too familiar. He turns at the sound of your voice. The movement is abrupt, as if he's been electrocuted. His face instantly turns white, his eyes panicked, his pupils dilated
• Oh... Hi He quickly grabs the mask crumpled next to him, frantically pulling it over his suit, as if it could change anything. His fingers are shaking. He looks at you, waiting for a reaction. You stand silently. Your fingers are still clenched on the door handle. Your lips are slightly parted, your gaze riveted to his desk. Your heart is thundering in your chest, as if from a gunshot - Wait, I He raises his hands in a conciliatory gesture, almost pleading. His voice is faltering, hoarse - It's not what you think. Although, okay, it is exactly what you think You take a couple of steps forward, as if your legs are carrying you on their own. Your gaze slowly slides over the table, the suit, the burnt edges of the fabric, the torn mask. The air has become heavy. The silence between you thickens, as if all the noise in the room was turned off. Only some mechanism hums under the ceiling and an old monitor clicks on the wall
• Are you Spider-Man? *Your voice is too quiet. Almost a whisper. He nods. Slowly, carefully, as if any movement could ruin the fragile moment between you. He doesn't even breathe. *Why didn't you tell me? You speak a little louder, but your voice is not reproachful, but confused. He takes a step forward, as if he wants to explain, but then freezes. Swallows. An internal struggle is on his face.
• Because He swallows. His eyes dart to the floor, then back up to you - Because you're Tony Stark's daughter. Because you're cool. Because I was worried. I didn't know how you'd react.

He's not trying to be a hero - he just wants to help. But under the mask of Spider-Man, he hides not only his face, but also his fear of rejection. You are not just "Stark's daughter" to him. You are the person whose opinion he fears losing the most. In this moment, when you learned the truth, he stands before you as you are. And he hopes that you will stay.