Peter rolled his eyes playfully. The fluid made its way through his system and Peter felt miles better.
"Oh... Shuri I have a question," he said.
"What is it Peter?" Shuri said.
"Do you think I could use a few of the labs to repair my suit? I know it's a big favor, and if I can't that's totally fine and-"
"Of course! Here, I'll take you there, maybe help if you will?" She said.
"Yeah, sure! You're probably a million times smarter than me so that really makes sense," Peter stuttered.
"Yeah, that's probably true," she said playfully. "Here's the lab." She opened a door and they walked into the most amazing lab Peter had ever seen.
"Wow..." He said as he looked around. He turned and saw his suit hanging off of a mannequin.
"Uh... yeah I don't know If I can save this," he said.
"Well how about we make a new one?" She said.
"Wow, you're willing to help me! Of course," Peter said surprisedly. Shuri walked over to a caliber and pulled out a few buckets of materials. Peter immediately started to get his wrist shooters and fix them up. Together the two worked until there was a new suit on the table. It was even better with the last one, for Shuri had the idea to weave vibranium into it. That made the suit fireproof, bulletproof, water proof and a bunch of other proofs.
"Do you want to try it on?" She said.
"Are you kidding me? Of course!" He said. Shuri led him to a changing room and handed him the suit. He jumped out after a few minutes and stood by the door.
"What do you think?" He said. "It looks good," she said, quietly taking in his accentuated muscles.
"Is something wrong?" He said confused at her silence.
"No! Sorry, just my thoughts. Do you want to... go outside and try it out?"
"You really had to ask that?" He said and she laughed. He as soon as he got outside Peter shot a web and flipped gracefully through the air. Shuri laughed.
"What's so funny?" He said.
"When you concentrate it looks like there's a frog in your mouth and it's hopping around trying to get out," she said through laughter. Peter thought for a second and laughed too.
"You're so right!" He said. Peter landed down in a crouch.
"It's a really good suit Shuri. You're really the best inventor I've met," he said. Shuri softened at his honesty.
"I'm glad," she said. "You're a good inventor too Peter. The best I've ever met as well." Shuri said.
The months passed in a similar fashion. Working on suits, laughing, working on devices, watching vines or memes. Peter grew closer to Shuri as he learned her ups and downs, how she loved ketchup but hated tomatoes, and how she loved to work but never after 9 pm, which was as she dubbed it, "meme time."
T'Challa observed as his sister and the spider child grew closer. He knew something was up beyond friendship.
Seven Months Later
Peter woke up and quickly changed into some cloths. His old ones had gradually faded and he was left some Wakandan ones. A pair of high tech soft jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a white oval on it. As he walked into the main room Shuri stepped in front of him.
"Girl they got a ramen noodle exhibit, you know that's your favorite," she said with a grin.
"Be careful chirren, thas a lot of sodium!" He said before bursting into laughter.
"I do this every day and you still don't stop laughing," she said.
"We're the vine smol beans," he said. Shuri cackled before heading into breakfast. Crash. Peter whipped around to see a huge ship had smashed through the glass windows. He immediately tapped a bracelet on his wrist twice and it morphed into his suit. Shuri threw on her blasters. Together, they charged.
For the next few minutes, life was great. Shuri dashed around and shot out vital parts of the ship, grounding it. T'Challa went into hand to hand combat along with Peter. The two fought side by side until they made their way into the ship. T'Challa dragged out a greasy man.
"Klaue," He said. The man sneered.
"Panther." T'Challa threw him onto the ground before hearing a gut wrenching yell. He turned to see a man standing over Shuri with a gun in his gun pointed at her.
"Nooo!" T'Challa said slowly, Peter looking up, he dashed in front of Shuri at the last second, taking the bullet. T'Challa sliced the man's throat and tossed him to the side like a rag doll. Klaue tried to get up but Okoye held him back along with Nakia. T'Challa turned Peter over carefully. He groaned.
"Ow. Ow ow ow." Shuri screamed in delight and hugged him. T'Challa breathed a sigh of relief and went back to restraining Klaue.
Shuri carefully cleaned up a nasty cut over Peter's eye while he winced.
"Dammit, I didn't think rubbing achohol hurt so much," he said. Shuri smiled slightly and continued to clean the wound. She finished and deftly wrapped the cut in gauze.
"Thanks for saving my life Peter," She said softly.
"Hey, you saved mine with this suit, I should be thanking you," He joked. Shuri shook her head.
"Pete, when I thought you were... dead I had, well, a realization." She moved slightly closer to Peter.
"I really like you Peter," she said. Shuri quickly leaned in and closed the space in eternity them with a kiss.
Peter was shocked, his brain seemed to short circuit. This... was happening. And it was good.
Holy- Peter thought.
Shit- Shuri said in her head.