I awoke to a bright beam of sunlight shining into my eyes. I sat up and stretched, as I groaned, from my headache. 

"Friday, what's my schedule for today?" I asked while yawning.

"Combat training with Ms. Romanoff, at 1:00pm." My dad's AI responded.

"That's it? Usually there is more," I said, confused.

"Mr. Stark said he didn't didn't want to overwhelm you before your first day at school."

Of course he didn't.

I sighed, then got up to get dressed. It was only 8 o'clock, so I decided to join Steve and Bucky on their run.

I threw on some black leggings, a Nike sports bra, and a grey tank top.

Something like that but ignore it if you want

I headed into the kitchen, to see Peter, Steve, and Bucky sitting at the table, laughing.

God, Peter's smile was amazing. He saw me looking at him, and I tried not to blush.

"Hey, morning guys," I said as I grabbed an apple and sat down with them.

Peter was wearing grey shorts, and a red under armour tank top, revealing his nicely toned arms.

"You going running with them?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he responded.

"Can I join?" I said to Steve.

He grinned.

"Of course."

~~~

About 15 minutes in, I was getting tired.

I knew we were only half way, since Steve and Bucky take the same route everyday.

I noticed Peter was barely sweating, or panting.

I guess being bitten by that spider increased his stamina and endurance.

I wish I had powers.

I was ready to drop, right there, when Steve stopped and said,

"Ok, I think that's enough. You kids still have training with Nat later. Go ahead inside, we'll be back."

Him and Bucky then ran off.

I walked inside, slightly out of breath. I grabbed a bottle of water, and tossed one to Peter.

He stuck his hand out just in time, without even looking.

"Spider senses?" I chuckled.

"Yeah," he said, pushing his hair back. Jeez he's adorable. "Thanks."

I nodded, as I sat down at the counter.

"S-so, you, uh, you training with Natasha later too?"

"Yup. Before then I'm gonna go up to the lab and work on some stuff." I said. "Wanna come?"

"Oh! Ok, ya sure. I want to work on some upgrades for my web shooters, so ya I do."

"Ok. I'm gonna change. I'll meet you up there in 20?"

"Sure," He smiled.

I walked into my room and peeled off my sweaty clothes, and put on some jeans, a T-shirt, and a sleeveless jacket.

I pulled my hair back messily into a french braid, to get it out of my face. I then grabbed my phone and my watch I had been working on, and headed upstairs.

Peter was already there, waiting for me. He was bent over at one of the tables, with his suit in front of him, and a chemistry set. He was mixing different chemicals and liquids, and I'm assuming he was making webbing fluid.

Peter's POV

"Hey," Y/N said, as she sat across from me. "Whatcha working on?"

"I'm making web fluid," I said, while filling the capsules with the mixture and attaching them to my suit.

"Nice."

She grabbed a watch from a drawer and some tools, then sat back down and began working.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You know how in my dad's suit there's repulsors and his own AI and stuff?" She asked, and I nodded. "Well, I decided to make my own kind of thing. This watch can show holograms, shoot silent missels, and do some other stuff, which I'm trying to add right now."

Wow. She is smart.

We sat there talking for about an hour.

She was able to make her watch expand into a metal hand, like Mr. Stark's can.

(A/N): like this

-Your POV-

I finally figured out how to wire my watch to change into a glove, like my dad's. Instead of red and gold, I made mine black and silver. It could also shoot, and the sound it made was really satisfying to be honest. I played around for a while, shooting targets that were hung on the wall with my new creation. I took notes, too, to make sure it worked properly.

I was walking around checking out some machines, when I came across one that appealed me. It looked like some sort of coffin, standing up. I stepped inside to look around, but the door closed behind me.

"Shit," I muttered to myself.

I tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"Peter!" I called. I heard a beeping sound, and some sort of gas started filling the space. "Oh fuck," I whsipered.