#and the hug pls he jumped on him mid interview i love them so much

[livetogether--diealone]

flavio with matteo be like:

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Prologue

Notes: Here it is, my beloved prologue of AM&FL! I’m so excited for you guys to read it. I really hope you like it because I had a ton of fun writing it. Let me know what you think!

Series Summary: You are a Stark. You are to be married to Harley, who will take over the company if you ever die a tragic and untimely death. So what happens when you find the love of your life along the way?

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Prologue

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2,450

Warnings: Brief description of a mugging, there’s not much Peter in this.

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

You look up at your dad, Tony Stark, with wide eyes. He’s talking to a woman around his age, maybe a little younger, you can’t tell. Whatever they’re talking about, though, seems important.

A little boy peeks out from behind his mother’s legs, the woman your father is talking to. He walks up to you.

“Hi...I’m Harley.” He grins.

“I’m (Y/n)!” You giggle. 

“Do you want to be my friend?” He asks, suddenly nervous. You nod.

“Yeah! Do you want to come and see my toys?” You grab his arm and run with him to your room. You show him your room with all of your tech gadgets your father has given you to play with throughout the years. Truth is, you’re a genius already, thanks to your dad.

“(Y/n)?” Tony walks into the room.

“Daddy!” You launch yourself into his arms. He picks you up and twirls you around in the air.

“Hey, munchkin. Can you and I have a chat real quick?” He asks, setting you on his hip. You nod innocently.

“Only if it’s a rousing discussion about truth, honor, and patriotism.” You giggle. He laughs.

“I see you’ve been hanging out with your uncle Loki a bit too much. Did he show you his impression of uncle Steve?” He taps your nose jokingly. You giggle and nod.

“Yup! And his impression of you, too!” You laugh. He smiles and sets you down once you’re alone.

“That’s all fun, (Y/n/n), but...there is something serious I need to talk to you about.” His face falls from the smile it once held.

“Oh...okay.” You frown, waiting for the worst.

“Well, uh, I know you’re only eight, but...that boy you just met is going to be your husband one day.” He explains slowly. You make a face.

“Husband? That’s ridiculous! I’m never getting married!” You giggle, sticking your tongue out. He chuckles lightly.

“Well, that’s funny, darling. You’ll want to eventually, I think. It’ll be Harley when you do. I’ll explain it more as you get older but for now, that’s all you need to know.” He pats your head. You scrunch your nose up and giggle, running out of the room. Tony sighs and watches you go, knowing you’ll be more defiant in the matter as you grow up.

You run back to your room and see Harley sitting on the floor, one of the tech pieces in his hands.

“Harley!” You grin and grab your own piece of technology. He looks up at you curiously.

“My mommy said that you’re gonna be my wife.” Harley tilts his head to the side, blinking his wide eyes as he stares at you.

“That’s what my dad said, too. That means we’ll be best friends forever!” You yell, dissolving into a giggling fit with him.

“Yeah, I guess so! It won’t be bad!” He nods joyously.

“Are you gonna stay here? With me and my dad in the tower?” You gasp, a smile lighting up your young face.

“Mhm. Mommy said she’ll come to visit me a lot but I’ll live here.” He nods. You tackle him in a hug.

“Yay! Best friends forever!” You hug his neck. He laughs and hugs you back.

You think back on that day a lot.

That was a long time ago, you’re surprised you even remember it. You hear the TV in the background, a clip of your father at a press conference showing up on the news.

“Mr. Stark, is your daughter a superhero?” 

“What? No! Are you crazy? I would never involve her in such a dangerous business.”

“You heard it here first, folks. Obsidian cannot be (Y/n) Stark--”

“(Y/n/n), you there?” Your dad snaps in front of your face. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I got...lost in thought.” You shake yourself out of it, getting back in the zone.

“I told you that since you’re fifteen now, I’m going to start letting you go on patrol with the other fifteen-year-old I recruited recently. I feel like you two are strong enough to fight crime together. And if not, call me. Understand?” He asks, giving you a pointed look. You nod.

“Yes, sir.” You mockingly salute him.

“Good. I’ll see you later tonight after your patrol. And remember, nothing more than muggings and the occasional small robbery, got it? If you see anything bigger than that happening, call me.” He instructs. You nod again.

“Got it, dad. Who is this boy anyway?” You keep from yawning. You’re just ready to go on your first patrol without your dad.

“Spider-Man is his name. I’ll let you guys decide whether or not you want to know each other’s true identities.” He waves his hand flippantly. You grin.

“Great! I’ll see you later, dad!” You kiss his cheek pull your mask on, jumping out the window.

“Hey, are you Obsidian?” A boy climbs on the side of the tower, close to the window you just jumped out of. You have small jets of fire coming out of the hands and feet of your black spandex-like suit, similar to the suit style of the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, you Spider-Man?” You ask. He nods.

“Yup, that’s me. It’s good to finally meet you. Mr. Stark was going on and on about the teen superhero I’d be working with.” The eyes on his mask go wide.

“Yeah, he kept talking about you, too. Question is, do we want to know each other’s identity?” You ask.

“No, let’s keep it a secret. It’s more ominous that way.” He jokes.

“I agree, but for a different reason. I think it keeps our superhero personas different from our normal lives. More separated, you know?” You offer. He thinks about it for a second then nods.

“Yeah, you’re right. The vote is unanimous, we stay anonymous!” You can tell he’s smiling under his mask.

“Are you just trying to show off with big words?” You laugh. 

“Me? Showing off? Never.” He puts a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended.

“Right. Never.” You nod and wink, falling into a fit of laughter. You can tell that you’re going to work well with this guy.

“I know you two are still out there on the side. Get to patrolling!” Your dad calls from inside, through the window you just jumped out of.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark!” Spider-Man apologizes and the two of you are off into the night. 

~+~

After an entire night of patrolling and fighting small crimes, you and Spider-Man are both heading back to the tower for the night. 

You hear a cry for help on the way.

“Help me!” A teenage girl’s voice is heard in a back alley. You and Spider-Man jump into action, flying (or swinging in his case) into the alley. 

You land and see a girl around your age getting mugged. You and Spider-Man quickly go to stop the attackers. There’s two of them, you each get one.

You charge at the one you choose and kick him to the ground. Spider-Man takes the other.

The man you chose gets back up and grabs your arm, yanking you closer to him. He grabs your mask and rips it off your head. In a dash, you’ve grabbed it back and put it on again. The man didn’t see who you were.

But, according to the girl’s expression, she saw exactly who you were.

You end the fight soon after, your anger getting to you. You shove the guy to the ground and shoot a tranquilizer dart at him from your wrist. 

He’s out cold.

“Done.” Spider-Man rubs his hands together as if he were getting rid of dust.

“Perfect, we’re through then.” You hand the girl back her purse.

“Are we going to ignore the fact that I just saw that you’re (Y/n) St--” 

“Spider-Man, can you give us a second?” You interrupt her, knowing that she’s already ruined your identity to Spider-Man.

“Holy crap, Obsidian, you’re Tony’s daughter?” Spider-Man gasps. You groan.

“Don’t say a word about it to anyone, Spidey. Got it?” You growl.

“I won’t, I swear. Do you want to know who I am?” He asks, almost like he’s returning a favor.

“No. This girl already knows my identity, why add yours?” You deadpan.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” His eyes on the mask narrow.

“I’m Michelle Jones, by the way. My friends call me MJ.” She introduces herself.

“Nice to meet you, MJ. Are you headed home?” You ask. She nods.

“Uh, yeah, I was but...I’m not feeling very safe anymore.” She jokes, but you can tell she’s slightly serious about what she’s saying.

“We can walk you home if you want.” Spider-Man offers. She shakes her head, insisting she’ll be fine.

“You can stay with me at the Avengers Compound tonight. It’s less than a two-minute flight from here, I can take you. I’ll take you to your apartment tomorrow morning.” You suggest.

“Are you...serious?” MJ raises her eyebrows, thinking that no one like you would associate with a girl like her.

“Completely. Plus, you seem cool. And you already know my identity so there’s nothing to hide.” You shrug. She nods.

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” She plays it cool. Inside, she’s a bit more excited than she lets on.

“Great. See you tomorrow night for patrol, Spider-Man.” You say your goodbyes and before you know it, you’re flying MJ back to the Avengers compound.

“Kid, you’re back! How was your first night on patrol-- who’s this?” Your dad greets you as you fly into the compound.

“Her name’s MJ, she’s a new friend of mine. Got mugged so I’m letting her stay the night here.” You explain quickly.

“There’s a small problem in that. You see, you’re masked.” He points out. You take the mask off, letting your hair frame your face wildly after being shoved in that small space.

“She already knows. Mugger took it off mid-battle. It’s okay, though, he didn’t see my identity.” You throw the mask to the side. Tony looks a little disapproving but doesn’t say anything about it.

“So every time you’re in interviews and they ask if (Y/n) is Obsidian, you say no. You’re lying? You’ve been lying this whole time?” MJ pipes up, curiosity shining in her eyes. 

Yeah, you two are going to get along just fine.

“Yup.” Your dad remarks, putting emphasis on popping the ‘p’.

“Cool.” She nods, playing it cool again. You have a feeling she does this often.

“Well, we’re going to go to my room. Have you seen Harley?” You ask.

“Yeah, he’s in his room. He’s still awake. Said he couldn’t sleep until you got home safe.” Tony points to the hallway your room is down as he absentmindedly starts typing away on his computer, probably upgrading his suit again.

“Sounds good, thanks, dad!” You yell as you and MJ run down the hall, stopping as a door swings open right next to yours.

“(Y/n), thank goodness you’re okay. How did patrol go?” Harley steps out, clearly relieved.

“Went fine, nothing too out of the ordinary. This is my new friend, MJ, though. MJ, meet Harley. Harley, meet MJ.” You introduce the two. They hit it off.

“Nice to meet you.” MJ shakes Harley’s hand.

“You, too. Are we all gonna hang out tomorrow?” He asks.

“I’d like to if it’s okay with MJ’s parents.” You nod. She smiles slightly.

“I’m sure it will be.” She doesn’t let herself get too excited.

“Perfect. C’mon, let’s go!” You drag her into your room, away from Harley. He tells you he’s going to bed as MJ shuts the door on him. You snicker.

“(Y/n)...Harley is cute.” MJ whispers to you. You laugh.

“I mean, I guess he is. I dunno, he’s my best friend and I don’t really see him that way.” You shrug. She seems surprised that you’re not more into him.

“Alright...well, does he have a girlfriend?” She muses as her interest level drops. It doesn’t actually drop, but how much she’s showing it does. She likes to keep an external chill, you realize. She doesn’t like showing any emotion but boredom or slightly happy.

“Um, sorta? I wouldn’t really call her, like, his girlfriend or anything. But technically, I guess he does.” You frown, trying to think what you would call the situation.

“Oh, that’s...cool. Is it anyone you think I’d know?” She hums, bringing a book out of her backpack. You bite your lip and fiddle with a piece of technology that was strewn about your room.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You whisper, but she hears you. 

“You’re kidding, right?” MJ loses all focus on her book, her eyes trained purely on you.

“No. We’re in an arranged marriage, which is why I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend or anything.” You grow nervous under her stare.

“That’s messed up. You’re fifteen and this isn’t the olden days. You shouldn’t be in an arranged marriage.” She makes a face. She’s very opinionated, but you’re not complaining. You’re not exactly happy about the situation either, but you’ve grown tired of arguing over it.

“I know but my dad says that I’m going to go under his wing and take over the business when I’m twenty-three. So once I’m out of college and taking over the business, I need a non-crime fighting non-superhero husband and…that’s Harley. It’s, like, just in case I die or anything while I’m fighting bad guys as Obsidian. Or if I’m just not around while fighting bad guys and the business needs to be controlled in my absence. He’ll be here to take over the business and he’s still super smart so it works out. Plus we’re close. Not in that way, but close enough to where it’s not super weird or anything.” You explain, yawning slightly from having to tell the same boring story over and over to everyone you meet.

You don’t meet a lot of new people, though.

“That’s super weird. Do you fight the matter?” MJ scrunches up her nose, slightly revolted at the thought of marrying someone she didn’t want to.

You sigh.

“I’ve tried but it never works. It’s my life and I have to live it, why not accept it instead of growing to resent it? That’ll only make things worse. Besides, I don’t really believe in love or anything, so it’ll never work for me. I’ll be stuck with friendship no matter who I marry. There’s no point in fighting the inevitable.” You set the piece of technology down and look up at MJ. She’s looking back at you with a serious expression.

“Sometimes all you need is the right person for you to find something to fight for again. That includes fighting for love.”