So guys, I'm updating because tomorrow (since it's after midnight here, my statement stands correct) I'm going to camp for a week. I'm not going to be able to get on AT ALL. Sorry guys :( But I'm updating today so does that make up for it? Speaking of updates, look at these lovely reviews!

Stardust16: Yes I did! Lol, so glad that you're excited! Thank you so much! Lol, there's about 2% of humans that WOULDN'T freak out XD Thanks for reading!

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The very unfortunate and depressing truth is that I still don't own Marvel... :'( Only Zoe and the plotline. *looks at Marvel, compares to Zoe and plotline* is it possible to steal a company? Not that I would...

"She knows?!" Ned cried.

"Yeah…" Peter sighed.

"How did it happen?!"

"She walked in on me in an alleyway."

"You really need to be more careful about that."

"I know!"

"Hey guys!" Zoe said, skipping up to them like nothing had changed. With one glance at their faces, she sighed. "You're talking about it, aren't you?"

"Maybe…" Ned trailed off.

"I told you not to talk about it at school! Someone will hear!" Zoe hissed.

"Sorry!" Peter cried, throwing his hands up.

"Shh! Don't draw attention!" Zoe said, slapping Peter (again). "You deserved that one."

"Is that gonna become like a normal thing…?"

"Get used to it Parker. Now, shut up and stop talking about it."

"But I like talking about it!" Ned said.

"Talk about it somewhere private then! As in not at school. Honestly I'm shocked that you've been able to keep this from me this long."

"Really? You've only been here for two weeks…"

"And I don't regret sitting next to you on my first day. Now," she turned to smack Peter. "Hush."

"Ow!" Peter whined.

"Oh stop being such a baby." Zoe rolled her eyes.

-time skip-

"Okay, so my aunt isn't home right now." Peter said. "So we're good, but leave the door open, cause when she gets home if the door is closed then she'll murder me." He entered his bedroom, waving her in.

"Nice room." Zoe commented. "So where's the spider stuff?" She asked, like a little kid begging for candy.

"All over." He shrugged. "Here's a web shooter." He held up what was surely his most vital Spider-Man tool.

"Wait, they're not actually just natural?!" Zoe screeched. "I feel lied to…"

"Well the spider didn't actually give me the ability to shoot webs-"

"What spider?"

"Oh yeah." So Peter went on to explain about the time that he got bitten by a radioactive spider, turning him effectively into Spider-Man.

"Is the spider still-"

"It's dead." Peter answered bluntly with a smirk on his face.

"How'd you know I was gonna ask that?"

"Cause Ned asked too. Anyway, I can't actually shoot webs, so I made web shooters and created web fluid, and here we are today!"

"Ohh, that's how you use chem in real life! I get it now… wait you scienced yourself a web shooter?"

"Yeah, here." Peter handed her one of his web shooters.

"Oh my gosh! It's so cool!" Zoe squealed in excitement. "By the way, you really need to change your voice or something when you're Spider-Man, cause I was up all night wondering why you sounded just like you! The day before I knew."

"Oh… well I don't need to save people I know often, so it's okay."

"Yeah, sure. But when you save someone that goes to school with us, try deepening your voice or something."

"Okay."

"Wait a second. Can you science me a web shooter?!"

"Make you one?"

"Potato potahto."

"No."

"Why nooot?"

"Because you would expose yourself."

"Would not!"

"Who's the two year old now?"

"I swear, Peter." Zoe groaned. "You're not allowed to throw my own words in my face, I'm the only one that can do that!"

"Yeah, that's fair." Peter said sarcastically.

"Yeah, that's why I said it." Zoe grinned, playing around with the web shooter. "Oops." A thin spray of webs had shot at her, covering her in the sticky substance.

"Ten times smoother, huh?" Peter said, grabbing his web shooter from her. "Thank you."

Zoe sighed, moving her arms to get the web off of her. "How long does it take for this to go away?"

"Two hours."

"Wow. Science." Zoe groaned unenthusiastically. "I hate science."

"I know!"

"So… you really swing around Queens?" Zoe asked, while peeling off the sticky white webs.

"Yup." Peter nodded.

"What's it like?"

"I dunno, it's pretty cool."

"I want details! Is it like flying?"

"Sort of,"

"Sort of? Explaaaaiiiiin!"

Peter grinned at his friend's impatience. "Two year old!"

"Shut up Parker, I wanna know!"

"It's cool."

"Is that your way of saying that if you explain then I'll be able to call you a two year old accurately?"

"No!" Peter cried. "It is not!"

"Keep telling yourself that, Pete."

"Mhmm."

"So what's the most dangerous thing you've done yet?" Zoe asked.

"Probably… fighting Captain America."

"You fought Captain America?!" Zoe squealed.

"Yeah, I stole his shield. Then he beat me up." Peter explained.

"That's… so… awesome!"

"Yeah, right until he beat me up…"

"Peter, are you meaning to tell me that you were beaten up by an old guy? Wait, wait, the point is that you got hurt. You need to be more careful! What if you had been seriously injured?"

"Then I would have made up and excuse to my aunt and stayed home for a few days." Peter shrugged. "But that didn't happen, so all is well."

"You're not getting it, are you? I don't want you parading around in red spandex when there's such a high chance of you being hurt! I can't stand seeing my friends being injured by other people." She looked down for a moment. "I can't stand people hurting other people."

"I know, that's why I'm Spider-Man! Like this, less people can get hurt." Peter explained.

"I know, you've saved so many lives… but you have to promise that you'll be more careful." Zoe begged.

"When I signed on to be your friend, I don't remember seeing the part of the contract that states that you would act like my mom." Peter commented.

"Section 8, 11B." Zoe replied absentmindedly. "But seriously, please promise to be careful? And let me know whenever you're hurt. My mom used to be a nurse, so… I've picked up some stuff."

"Told you you're smart." Peter smirked. "And I already am careful, but if it makes you feel better, then I promise,"

"Thank you, also… Tell me about Tony Stark!" Zoe begged.

"Uhh… he's nice… enough." Peter shrugged.

"You're terrible at this. Does he act rich? Is he protective? How does he treat you? Is he as high up as they say he is?!"

"Halfway, sort of, he treats me like a kid, higher."

"See, there you go! Just answer like that from now on! And really? Also, I hate to break it to you, but we're only like, fourteen fifteen. Barely teenagers!" Zoe said.

"Ugh…" Peter groaned. "Who's side are you on?!"

"I wasn't aware that there were sides… wait speaking of Tony Stark, are you like, an Avenger?"

"...yes…" Peter nodded unconfidently.

"No you're not, you're using that "I'm trying not to give myself away" voice. But you still get to work for Tony Stark! That's so cool…"

"Yeah, he made my suit."

"Tony Stark made that?!" Zoe cried.

"Yes…" Peter nodded. "It's no big deal."

"It is so a big deal! Lemme see it!" She grinned.

Peter handed her the briefcase that the suit typically resided in. Zoe opened it and pulled out the outfit.

"Ohhh… it's so beautiful… think Mr. Stark will make one for me?"

"No."

"Aw man!"

Peter chuckled, turning around to pick up a small trinket on the floor. When he turned back, Zoe was putting on the suit over her clothes. He facepalmed.

"Check it out, I'm Spider-Girl!" Zoe exclaimed giddily.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Should have guessed. How are you so… I dunno, two faced?"

"Two faced?" Zoe asked as she put on the mask. "This is soooo cool!"

"You're all serious and bossy one minute, and the next… this."

"Peter, I… am a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"Uhh…"

"Peanut butter - unexplainably gooey and too much will make it stick to the roof of your mouth." Zoe explained. "Jelly - sweet and sticky and too much will squish out the sides of the sandwich and get your hands all gross. I am the perfect sandwich."

"That… is an interesting analogy." Peter finally said.

"How come when you're Peter you're quiet and shy, but when you're Spider-Man you're all loud and quippy?"

"Uhh…" Peter trailed off.

"HA!" Zoe yelled triumphantly. "I'm also a master of examples."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Peter sighed. "Are you gonna take that off anytime soon?"

"Make me!" Zoe grinnned. At least, Peter assumed she was grinning.

"Zoe, it's not a toy!" Peter cried.

"You're totally right! It's only a toy half the time, when I'm not feeling bossy."

My gosh, I love writing this... XD "I... am a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." Makes perfect sense, Zoe! That's a wonderful analogy, similar to "Raise the hybrid puppies" great analogies all around!

Thank you so much for reading, feel free to drop a review, maybe share this, and follow me! (As I said... feel free, not I'm forcing you... *raises web shooter* DO IT OR ELSE! Jk Jk XD)

Until next time, Kat signing off.