Hello everyone! So sorry this took so long! I just had really bad writer's block. I hope you enjoy this chapter~!

Abby

I wasn't surprised when Peter sought me out in school the next day. He watched me carefully, then asked, "Is that why Liam jumped away from the locker?"

I sighed, "Yes, Peter, that's why."

Peter smiled, "That's awesome."

I stopped walking, facing him, "No, it's not awesome, Peter. It's dangerous, why do you think I put distance between us? I don't want to accidentally kill you and then get arrested or something."

Peter paused, seeming to consider me for a moment, eyes flashing with thought. He nodded, but as I kept walking, he followed.

I sighed, "What do you want from me?" I asked, annoyance creeping into my voice.

Peter looked confused, as though it should have been obvious. "I want to be your friend."

My eyes widened in shock, and my mind did a double take. Did he really want to be my friend? He doesn't care about the danger? Of course he doesn't he's got powers too, you know.

I offered Peter a small smile, "Really?"

"Of course! You're awesome!" Peter replied, grinning brightly.

"Thanks." I said, hugging my books closer to my chest.

We walked down the hall in silence until we reached our chemistry class. Ned was in there, and he smiled, waving at us as we entered.

I waved back, and Ned seemed surprised, but I took my seat behind Peter. As the class went on, I noticed that Peter had a notebook he was drawing in. I'd have to ask what that was about later.

Math class was pretty uneventful, but when we arrived at lunch, things started to escalate. Peter and I sat together again, talking. I asked about his notebook, and it turned out that he used it to take notes on chemical ways to improve his webbing.

"So, the webbing isn't natural?" I asked.

"Oh, no, no. I would freak out if I shot actual webs from my actual wrists." Peter replied, shuddering.

I chuckled, but it was cut off when Liam slammed his hands onto our lunch table, smirking.

"Well, Parker, I finally found you two. But I need you to beat it, I want to sit here." Liam stated.

Peter and I glanced to one another, he turned his attention back to Liam, "Sorry, this is our table."

"Oh no, Abby can stay here, I just need you to scram." Liam replied.

I clenched my jaw, Oh, he did not just say that. "We don't want you here, beat it, Liam."

Liam scoffed, "Oh come on, you can't seriously be choosing that dork over me. I'm on the football team!"

"Is that supposed to impress me?" I asked, eyes narrowing.

"Well, yeah." Liam replied.

"Sorry, I prefer my men with their brain intact." I shot, slapping Liam with an invisible hand.

Liam scowled, "I don't take no for an answer easily."

Peter cut in, "Look, she's not interested, just leave us alone."

Liam paused, considering, then stood, but not before quickly leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips. I reacted before he could, reaching a hand out, and sending a bolt of electricity into his stomach.

He lurched back, coughing and gagging. He looked down at his stomach, and lifted his shirt, revealing a bright red, tiny line.

He glanced back at me, and then quickly scurried away.

Peter looked towards me, his gaze full of wonder and admiration. I scrunched my nose, "No one touches me without my permission."

Peter nodded, still stunned at my use of powers. But I didn't miss the way he scooted away to avoid touching me.

At Stark Industries, Mr. Stark wanted me to test my powers some more. Peter was in the next training station. He was practicing, but I could tell that he was watching me. I was in my suit, and I immediately felt more comfortable.

I tried to channel some of my power, and my hair began to stand on edge, becoming one big poof ball. I played around with little balls of electricity to begin. Then I gradually grew to more powerful movements.

My favorite ability, and by far the most difficult, was my force field. It could keep any and all enemies away. My force field could protect about 3 people, including me. I walked around with the force field, smirking when Peter missed a landing, and fell to the ground because of my display.

Mr. Stark was talking into a small recording, bluetooth type device, taking notes on my powers, my limits, and how my costume seemed to help with it all.

I noticed Peter was still staring, so I deactivated my force field, feeling relieved at the tension from holding it up going away. Instead, I smirked, throwing a ball of electricity at the glass.

Peter, in a moment, was shooting a web at the ball of electricity. They both hit the glass, exploding against it. My electricity disappeared, and his web spread across the glass.

I chuckled, and I imagined Peter was doing the same in his training room. Eventually a speaker announced I could change out of the suit, and come out of the training room.

I left, and changed from the suit, carefully putting it back in my bag. I didn't quite trust Mr. Stark with storing it yet, afraid he'd try to change it, and effect my rein on my powers.

This suit was all I had after….well, it didn't matter. I just couldn't let this suit out of my sight. The whole reason I made it depended on me keeping it safe.

I sighed, walking towards Mr. Stark. I felt my hair finally falling straight again. "Nice work, Kid 2.0. I have some valuable notes. Return again this time tomorrow for more evaluation. Before you know it you may be promoted."

Mr. Stark walked away at that, and I smiled to myself. I glanced towards Peter's training room, and saw that he was still training. I watched him for a few moments, before walking away, and heading home.