You wandered through Stark Tower, looking for something to do. You walked into the 'science room', as you liked to call it, and observed that no one was there. You looked around, noticing the Spiderman suit hung up in the corner. You looked it over, then around you. You knew Tony was working on an Iron Suit for Peter, but you thought his original one could use more pizazz. You got an idea, and decided to tell Tony about it.

You ran downstairs to his personal lab, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Y/n, Mister Stark."

"You can come in."

The door slid open, as you saw Tony working on Peter's suit. You eyed it over with adoration. "Dude, this looks sick!"

"Don't call me dude."

"Sorry. This looks awesome!" You walked up to it, running your hands along the material.

"I hope the kid likes it."

You smiled. "He will." Your hand stopped its movements. "Speaking of Peter, I was wondering if I could update his suit."

"What for?"

"Ya know, make it look cooler."

"What's the point if you can't add better functionality?"

"The rest of the team got new looks." You retorted. "You did."

"The suit has new abilities."

You frowned. "Yeah, I forgot." You shrugged. "I'm sure I could come up with something."

Tony looked at you with an eyebrow raised. He shrugged. "I guess it's alright."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing in joy. "Thank you. I'll get started right away."

You jogged back up the stairs, promptly tripping. You were caught before you hit the ground though. You looked up. "Thanks Peter."

"No problem. Where are you going in such a hurry?"

You franticly searched your mind for an excuse. You wanted the suit to be a surprise. "Uh-I was going to go work on a prototype." You said. Didn't lie, nailed it, you thought. His eyes lit up like Christmas. "For what?!" He asked, excited. "Can't tell ya." You said, still not lying. He pouted. "Aw, come on Y/n! Why can't you tell me?" He gave you puppy dog eyes.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." He retorted.

"It's a surprise." Still not lying!

"Why?"

"Can't tell ya. I've told you too much already." You teased.

"What?"

"See ya, Pete. Gotta fly." You walked off, hoping to avoid spilling anything.

Peter watched you walk away, really wanting to follow you, but deciding you were acting such a way for a reason.

~Like in Footloose, the movie~

You made it safely inside the 'science room', locking the door behind you. You breathed a sigh of relief. You walked over to the suit and began your work.

Three hours later, noting that it was lunch time, you decided you should probably eat.

"Friday, tell Mister Stark that I'm leaving, and I'm locking the doors to everyone except him, and myself, of course."

"Yes, Miss Y/l/n."

You walked outside, the door swooshing closed behind you. You walked to the kitchen, finding Wanda, Bucky, and Steve. You walked to the fridge, digging through, seeing what there is. You turned on the pan, and waited for it to get hot. You turned to your friends, who were all sitting at the counter. "Hey, Y/n."

You smiled. "Hey Steve." You turned to Wanda and Bucky. "Hey guys."

"Hey, Y/n."

"Hello Y/n."

Man, you loved these guys. You made your grilled cheese, and grabbed a cup of coffee, heading back to the lab. You walked to the closed door, noticing it wanted a hand print. You swore, seeing as your hands were full. You balanced the plate on your head, and placed your hand on the scanner. The door opened, and you picked up the plate, walking in, and setting your stuff down on the counter. The door closed behind you, locking you in. You took a bite of your sandwich, and continued working.

~Exactly like Footloose~

You had just begun to build it, but realized you might need Peter's measurements. You couldn't even use his current suit, because it fit whoever wore it. You paused. You were gonna have to remember that later.

You had been trying to think of a way to get them without giving it away, when the door opened. You threw yourself in front of the work you had completed so far, covering it from the person who just walked in. You sighed in relief. "Mister Stark, you scared me." You stood correctly again, seeing as he wasn't a threat.

"How are we doing?" He asked.

"I have everything figured out, I just need measurements, and an idea of what to add." You clarified, scratching your head.

"You still don't know what to add to make it better?"

"Well you don't exactly make it easy." You retorted.

"True. I am pretty great."

You smirked and rolled your eyes. "You wouldn't happen to have Peter's measurements, would you?"

"Friday does."

"Oh yeah."

"Well, I'll let you get back to it."

You nodded in thanks. "Thank you Mister Stark."

"No worries." He said, exiting the room, leaving you by yourself again.

~Is it still the greatest movie of all time~

Hours later, you had finished the outline, and had to work on details, and what to add. This was going to drive you crazy. With Tony gone, you became lonely, and decided to start again tomorrow, hoping that sleep would give you some ideas. The door closed and locked, as you headed back to the kitchen for supper. When you walked in your jaw dropped. "We have TACOS?!" You squealed. You ran to the counter, grabbing three, and sitting down in your seat. You loved tacos. You would kill for them. "Man, if I knew we had tacos, I would have come out sooner."

Peter sat next to you, with four tacos. Bucky sat on the other side of you, with five, while Steve sat on the other side of Bucky, with the same amount. You looked around. Thor sat down, with eight, and you determined this a competition. One you would totally regret later, but who cares? You grabbed two more, deciding you'd start with five. Peter looked at your plate in shock. "Y/n, you're gonna die." He commented.

"It's a competition. I love tacos. Whoever eats the most tacos without bailing, wins."

"You can't out eat two super soldiers, a demi-god, or me." Peter tried to reason.

"Watch me."

~It never was~

Yep. You regretted it. You had managed to eat the same amount as Peter, but Steve, Bucky and Thor went above and beyond. You held up your white flag, waving it. You stood, about to head to your room. "Regret!" You shouted. Peter stood, and helped you to your room, seeing as it would have taken you forever, considering the speed you were currently moving in.

He walked you to your door. "You gonna be alright?"

"I think so." You nodded. "Thank you."

Peter smiled. "No problem." He pat you on the shoulder, before heading to his own room.

You watched him leave, and entered your room, getting changed and laying down. You closed your eyes, before opening them seconds later. You sat up, and raced out of your room, sprinting to the lab. You got there, out of breath, and entered, the door closing and locking behind you.

You blew hair out of your face, and began working on your idea.

~We're the Avengers, man~

You worked throughout the night, trying to complete it before you lost your inspiration. You picked up the almost completed suit, and walked to the sewing machine.

When you finished, you looked it over proudly. You set it up next to Peter's older suit. The one Stark gave him. You picked it up, and looked over the material. You ran your hands along the stitch marks and lines, and smiled. You sat down, trying to figure out when and how to give it to Peter.

The door opened. Without looking, you spoke. "Hey, Mister Stark." When you got no reply, you turned and saw Peter. Your eyes grew wide, as you grabbed a web shooter off the table, and shot a web over his eyes. "Peter Benjamin Parker!" You walked over, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him out. "What the heck was that!? It was locked for a reason, bug brain." You released his ear when you walked far enough away. He began pulling the web off his face when he responded. "I was told to get something, and the door was locked, so-" He cut himself off.

"You HACKED THE DOOR!?"

"Well."

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Did you see anything?"

"Um…no?"

Your shoulders slumped.

"Did you?"

"No."

You sighed. "You better not have. I swear Peter-" You froze. "Wait, who told you to come get something?"

"Mister Stark." He replied, pulling the last bit of webbing off his eyebrow. "Oh he did, did he?" You asked, clearly unamused. "Excuse me." You said, walking off. Well, more accurately storming off, ready for murder. Peter knew that look. He had grown to both love, and hate it. His eyes grew wide. "Y/n, wait!" He said, running to catch up with you. "What are you gonna do?"

"Give him a piece of my mind, Parker."

Peter stopped, and stared on in awe. Or was that fear? He wasn't sure. He just hoped you wouldn't light into Mister Stark too badly.

~Please don't put your eggs in me~

You marched into Tony's lab, fuming. "Ah, Y/n." He said, standing and walking towards you. "How's the suit coming?"

"Fine." You replied bitterly. "Peter almost saw it, thanks to you."

He put a hand on his chest. "Thanks to me?" He asked.

"Don't play dumb, Stark. Peter told me you sent him."

"I did no such thing." He bluffed.

"Peter's many things, but a liar's not one of them." You explained.

"He's lied. About important stuff."

"To keep others safe. This would just be for himself." You contradicted. "You, on the other hand, are not trustworthy."

"What? Who saved New York from a missile?"

You rolled your eyes. "This again?"

"Yes."

He used this all the time, to prove he's not that bad.

"Who made Ultron?"

"Who made all the upgrades for the Avengers?"

"I helped."

You stepped forward. "Who broke up the Avengers?"

Tony paused, jaw clenching.

"Steve was right, ya know." You said, turning around and walking away. Just as you were about to leave, Tony retorted.

"We needed to be controlled."

You zipped around, eyes red. You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You didn't want to be responsible for your actions, Stark!" You took long paces towards him, while he backed up a couple steps. "You thought," you held your hands in a shrug for effect, "'hey, if something goes wrong, I can tell them this was the government's decision, not mine!'"

"That wasn't it!"

"Bull. That was it EXACTLY." You said, right in his face. He stopped, eyes downcast.

"Steve was right." You said, eyes turning blue. "The safest hands are still our own. What if the government tells us that people aren't a high priority? Huh? What then? Are we supposed to accept the fact that we can't help them? No. Remember when Jarvis told you that you could only save a handful of people? Remember what you did?"

Tony lifted his glance at you. "You saved them all, Tony." You placed your hands on his shoulders. "Every. Last. One."

You backed up, prepared to leave again. "How did it feel?" You asked, turning to walk away. You left the room, eyes returning to their normal shade.

~You can't be a friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man, if there's no neighborhood~

You walked back to your room, remembering you had been up all night working, and decided getting changed would be a good idea. You had finally given up trying to come up with an idea of how to introduce the new suit to Peter, so you just decided you'd bring him in.

You walked through Avengers tower, looking for Peter, before realizing you could ask the computer. "Jarvi-" you shook your head, "Friday, where's Peter?"

"Peter Parker is in the training room, miss Y/l/n."

You mumbled a, "great," before heading towards the gym. "Thank you, Friday."

"You are welcome, miss Y/l/n."

You entered the training room, eyes scanning the room. You saw Peter by punching bag, practicing his aim without the suit. He wore a tank-top and shorts, and he was covered with sweat. Your eyes flashed purple before turning pink. You walked towards him. "Hey, Peter!" You called. He stopped, turning to look at you. He smiled, and walked up to you. "What's up?"

"Um, could you get a shower real fast?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah. Why?"

"Remember that project I was working on?"

His eyes lit up. "Yeah."

"I was going to show it to you, but I figured you'd want to be clean."

"Yeah, I'll-are your eyes pink?"

They turned a brighter shade.

"What? I uh, I can't tell."

"They're pink! Why are they pink?"

"Oh! My eyes change color depending on my mood."

"What!? That's amazing! Why have I never noticed this?"

"You're not observant?" You suggested.

"What do the colors mean?"

"Red is angry, blue is sad, pink is embarrassed, or blushing-"

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Well, I don't like talking about me." It wasn't entirely a lie, it also wasn't entirely the reason either.

"Why not? You're smart, and pretty, and nice, but also fierce." He added.

Your eyes burned pink now, while your cheeks held little color.

"It's a lame power. It doesn't even do anything for me."

"It's super cool though."

"Thanks. Yellow is happy, purple is love or passion, grey means I'm lying, green means I'm envious or disgusted, white is excitement, black is mischievous, brown is scared, or anxious, and orange is adoration, or pride." You concluded.

"Woah."

"Yeah, my eye color is normally e/c, so, when I feel that emotion, it just turns a different shade." You explained.

"Cool. So, I'm gonna go shower, so we can get this show on the road."

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry."

"It's alright. I learned something." He said, smiling and walking off. As you watched his back, your eyes turning orange.

You sprinted to the lab, to finish some things, before he was ready. "Friday, tell Peter to come to the door when he's finished, and alert me when he gets here." You instructed.

"Yes, miss Y/l/n."

About twenty minutes later, Peter was done, and was on his way to the lab. "Miss Y/l/n." You jumped out of your skin, eyes flashing a shade of brown. You glared up at the ceiling, eyes a pale red, as if Friday could be offended by you. "Mister Parker is on his way."

"Thank you, Friday." You took a deep breath, and walked outside, being greeted by a raised fist. Your eyes flashed brown again, before the hand lowered. "I was just about to knock." Peter said. "I figured." You said, eyes returning to their normal color. "Close your eyes." You said, while your own turned white with yellow stripes. Peter's eyes widened at yours, but complied, a huge grin on his face. You took his hand, and almost sighed in content as his hand wrapped around yours. Your eyes got tiny pink specks in them, but remained mostly white and yellow. You pulled him inside, telling Friday to release the door's lock.

You pulled him in, and positioned him in front of his old suit. You released his hand and walked away, as Peter began searching for your hand, his eyes remaining closed. You didn't notice this however, as you walked over to the display.

You grabbed hold of it, and smiled. "Open."

Peter opened his eyes, and looked at his suit. "It's my suit." He said, tilting his head, confused. You smiled, and wheeled it away, revealing his new suit underneath. Peter's jaw went slack as his took in the white. He walked over, and ran his hand along the material. "What is this?" Your eyes lost their white, and was replaced with orange. "The white on the chest, hands, arms, legs, and feet is a more sturdy material. Instead of cloth, so it'll hurt more, and protect you better."

Peter grinned. You continued.

"I also took the liberty of adding something in the eyes." You said, taking the mask off and handing it to him. He slipped it on, and the spider's eyes got wide, to match his own.

"I added focus. It should help you with aiming, and to better plan your attacks." You explained. "It also has a monitor that allows us to see what you're seeing."

"Who's 'us'?"

"Ya know, me. The guy in the chair." You said, eyes flashing blue, before turning orange. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" He said, pulling the mask off over his head. "All that's left is a test drive."