I get up from the couch and Aunt Natasha winks at me and gives me a thumbs up. I roll my eyes and smile. I walk over to the door Tony yells from his lab, "Who is it?"
"Just a friend I yell back."
When I open it, I see Peter standing there with a smile on his face. Then his smile falters as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head and see Dad in shock. He looks from me to Peter and back again to Peter. He then asks, "So what is your friend's name?"
"This is Peter, dad. He is driving me over to Noah's to work on our project." I reply.
"Ok. Peter?" Dad says.
"Yes Mr. Stark?" He replies nervously.
"Have her back by 10."
"Yes Mr. Stark! I promise!" He says smiling.
"Shoot!" I say. "I need to grab my bag real quick. I will be right back Peter!"
I run upstairs to my room and look for my bag.

Peter's Point of Veiw:
"Does she know?" I ask Mr. Stark.
"Not unless you told her, but I don't want her to know, ok?" He replies with a sigh.
"I promise Mr. Stark." I say.
"I trust you kid." He says.

I head back downstairs with my bag, give my dad a hug, and head outside with Peter. Peter leads me to his Aunt's car and we go into the back seat together.
"Hello hon!" She says to me as I buckle my seat belt. "You must be Alice!"
"Yes indeed!" I say smiling at her. "Thank you for driving me and Peter!" I say.
"No problem!"
The car ride was actually really nice. We talk about school, our favorite things, and of course, my father. He always comes up in conversations with new people. They always want to know his "deepest, darkest secrets." But, this time, it wasn't like that. May wanted to know what I did with him and if I helped build his suits, I said: "Of course!"
We arrive at Noah's house in the suburbs. As I get out of the car I say, "Thank you!" and Peter shuts the car door behind me. We walk up the sidewalk and I can tell Peter is nervous. I grab his hand and smile at him. He looks a little flustered, but we keep walking. Peter rings the doorbell, and I can hear a dog barking inside. Noah opens the door and says "Sup guys!"
He glances at mine and Peter's interlocked hands. His wide smile falters just for a second but then is back to normal.
"Come on in." Noah says widening the door open. We step inside and I am ambushed by a German Shepherd. I let go of Peter's hand to pet the dog and Noah says,
"Sorry about Rocky. He loves new people."
I smile and then Noah leads upstairs to his room. His room is huge. It has a flat screen TV, a king size bed, a walk in closet, and an ensuite. I go over to his bed and sit down. Noah plops down next to me and Peter leans on the bedframe.
"So what are we going to first?" I ask.
"Well what do we have to do? I wasn't paying attention, I was to distracted looking at you." Noah says looking at me. I blush like crazy and Peter rolls his eyes.
"Well..." I say. "We have to do a report on someone who has or is changing a science field or something like that."
"What about your Dad?" Peter asks.
"Uhm well..." I start.
"Ya! Your dad would be perfect for this." Noah agrees.
Peter then adds, "We could make a model rocket of one of your dad's, when he made them back in the day."
I flinch. I remember what I overheard people talking about what my dad went through and what happened when he made those missiles. Peter seems to notice and asks, "Are you ok?" Noah puts one of his strong hands on my shoulder and looks over at me.
I nod and say, "I'm fine. Sure let's just make the rocket."
I shake off Noah's hand, get off the bed, and start busing myself with pulling out my laptop.
Hello Alice. TESSA says.
"Open up new file." I say.
I turn around and Noah and Peter are staring at me in amazement.
"Who...Who was that?" Noah asks lookin at me.
"Oh right! Well guys, this is TESSA. She is uhm my computer assistant I guess." I say.
New file opened, Ms. Stark. TESSA says.
"Let's get to work guys!" I say.