| ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs |

                                    

                                          
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There was no Halloween this year. Not for you, anyways. Not that you'd want to celebrate without Pete, too. It was a mess. He would be a mess. You were a mess. And all the credit for this major fuck-up goes to your Iron Dad. 
                          
He fucked up big time, and you weren't going to forgive him anytime soon. It had been over a week since he sent you across the country to Malibu, like you were nothing but a used tissue paper. For your protection. Like there are any less baddies here in the west. 
                          
You hadn't tried to contact anyone since, you were just so angry. It was unfair. Everyone, even Peter, got to be a badass villain-kicking superhero, while you were locked away in a tower like a delicate princess.
                          
Something was wrong, and they were hiding it from you. You were disappointed, but not surprised. Not that Dad hadn't hid the identity of Spiderman from you, no. Nor that he had an actual iron suit made up for you. Guess you were just angry at him for breaking you and Peter, and keeping you isolated from everything you knew. 
                          
"Hey, buttercup. You haven't eaten anything all day, better come up for supper." Nat's sing-song voice echoed through the walls, above the blaring noise of your favourite music. The music paused, and Nat entered your make-shift lab. 
                          
"Go away, Nat." You were stuck in a penthouse that Dad had invested in years ago, and you were bored out of your wits. So you got down to design yourself a superhero suit. Mostly to make yourself feel better. 
                          
"Guess it's in Stark's bloodline to overwork yourself when stressed," she scoffed, peering above your shoulder to see what you were working on. You quickly shuffled the blueprints before Nat got any idea what you were working on. "Honey, you can't be like this forever-"
                          
"Watch me," you turned around to face her. Instead of her regular pajamas, she was in her Black Widow suit. You scanned it, looking for any inspiration for your own suit. Maybe high combat boots to conceal guns and knives.
                          
"Fine," she sighed. "The team's going out for a mission tonight. We'll be back by tomorrow evening yeah?" There was always someone in the house, watching out for you, reminding you to eat and sleep. Some days it was Clint, or Bucky, or Pepper. The whole team would drop by once or twice, but you were too exasperated to meet them anyways.
                          
"Yeah, great. Leaving me alone all day for my birthday. Just great." Yes, it was your birthday tomorrow, and you could leave it up to the Avengers to disappoint you even further.
                          
(guys, even if your bday isn't in the second week of November, just bear with me here okayy? thnks , love you)
                          
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"Happy Birthday, (Y/N)," Laura's voice boomed around the house.
                          
"Thanks buddy," you yawned for the third time in row, as you made your way to the kitchen. The light of the dawn broke through the windows, indicating the onset of a new day. Happy Birthday, Yay! you thought, sarcastically.
                          
Laura was assembling your designs for the suit, so meanwhile, you came to have a snack. So exciting. Grabbing a bowl of cherries and settling on the couch, you flicked the TV channels to find something worth your time. The juicy sweet sour taste of fresh cherries filled your mouth, and you groaned in delight. There was nothing interesting to watch, until your eyes fell on the local news channel.
                          
'Webster Elementary School Bus hijacked' 
                          
'17 Elementary Students kidnapped'