Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! I intend to get back into this fic and I'm going to try and update once every two weeks at the very least! I hope you continue to enjoy it! So here's the next chapter!

Of course when Peter knocked on our door, my older sister was the one to answer it.

She knocked on the door to my room. "Trish, a cute boy's here to see you!"

I nearly fell off my bed, flustered. Then I remembered who it was and I felt my face grow warm.

"I-I'm coming!"

My sister snickered as she strutted back down the hallway.

I clamoured out of my room and down the stairs to see Peter sitting on the couch, talking to Rebecca.

"Yeah! He is pretty cool," Peter agreed, a warm smile on his face.

"I mean, he has the proportionate strength of a spider! And he swings from webs!"

When Rebecca saw me she stopped ranting. I blushed when Peter looked over at me, too.

"Hey," I blurted.

"Hey." He smiled and stood. Rebecca winked at me and scurried off.

"Thanks for listening to her rant. She really likes Spider-Man."

"It was enjoyable. She was telling me some pretty interesting things, theories about him and things like that."

"Oh good. Well, he saved her life once and ever since...no, make that twice."

Peter glowed with happiness. "I'm a fan, too. We're actually pretty close."

"You know him!?"

"Yeah."

The first thought that entered in my mind was: Rebecca would pester him about this for an eternity if she ever found out. The second thought, a more useful one, was that if I could maybe meet Spider-Man, and he could give me some answers about these freaky abilities.

"H-how well do you know him?"

"Uh, pretty dang well." He smirked.

"Do you think you could get me a meeting with him? I mean, for my sister, of course."

"I can definitely try."

"Thank you so much! I-I kind of just want to surprise my sister. She's wanted to thank him for a long time."

Peter nodded. "I'll let you know."

"Great." I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"So, I have some ideas for our project."

"Oh! Yeah! Let's go downstairs."

Peter followed me to my basement where my parents said would be my place to do pretty much anything to satisfy my curiosity.

"I do all of my sciency stuff down here. Or I will, once I get it all unpacked."

I flipped on the light and the lights slowly flickered on to reveal a long table with several cardboard boxes labelled with, "Fragile," "Glass," and "This side up." They all bore the acronym, "TSS."

"TSS?" Peter chuckled. "What is that? This Side Soft?"

"No." I giggled.

"Please enlighten me, then."

I hesitated, my cheeks growing warm. "Trish's Sciency Stuff."

Peter grinned. "I've been enlightened. Nice acronym."

I threw on an awkward smile. "Thanks." There was a pause to match my smile before I quickly changed the subject.

"So, about the project."

"Yeah."

"So I was thinking that perhaps we could make some sort of robot. This way we show Oscorp that we not can not only think outside the box, but that we can make something with our hands, too."

"That's an awesome idea!" I beamed, immediately going over to one of the boxes I knew contained several random parts that would be perfect for making a robot, and rumaging through it. It took me about a whole minute to get my hand to unstick from one of the pieces. "Any ideas for what we would make it do?"

It took about ten minutes for us to decide, and only about 2.5 seconds for me to switch into complete nerd mode. It was nice to finally have someone get the weird lingo I used and to not ask me to repeat something about five times over. And this robot was going to blow minds and take names at the science fair, I hoped.

By the end of the night, we had drawn a satisfying design. It was nearly midnight when it was done, but it was worth it.

"So I'll see you tomorrow," Peter said, smiling warmly.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Oh! And tell your sister to meet Spider-Man at the Museum tomorrow at Seven PM."

I breathed out in relief. "Will do! Thank you so much!"

"No problem." He nodded to me and stepped back outside, heading for home a couple houses down.

My sister made me nearly leap to the ceiling when she came up behind me.

"SOMEONE'S GOT A CRUUUSH! SOMEONE'S GOT A CRUUUSH!"

"Becca! I do not!"

"Mhm. Sure."

My cheeks turned red, but I stood my ground. "Do not."

"Yes, you do."

I just sighed and went to my room, flopping onto my bed.

Do I have a crush on Peter?