"Uh, hi?" I say. There's someone in Mr. Stark's workshop that's not him and we were meant to hang out today.

She turns abruptly, and I nearly faint when I see who it is.

Princess Shuri of Wakanda.

PRINCESS SHURI OF FREAKING WAKANDA.

"Hello?" she asks to my gaping jaw, thick African accent coloring her words.

"Uh, hi," I rush inside, letting the door swing shut behind me. I offer my hand, and then bow awkwardly, dying inside (I don't think she notices), she covers her mouth with her hand, smirking. "Ms. princess, your majesty, Shuri," I greet, not knowing what to say.

She accepts my hand tentatively, probably weirded out to death. "Hey, I'm Shuri."

"I know," I stutter, "Oh! I'm Peter."

"Hello, Peter," she laughs. "So do you work for Stark?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I'm an intern."

Her eyebrows lift, "'I guess'? Do you not have a job?"

"No, the intern thing is just a cover. I'm ah," I figure it's cool to tell her. "Well, I'm spider-man," I confess.

Her eyes go wide, "SPIDERMAN?!" she shrieks, "I nearly broke a window when you stole Captain's shield!"

"That was on TV?"

"Of course not. I hacked into the airport cameras."

"You would like my friend Ned," I recommend. "You into science?" I ask, looking round at what she's constructing on one of Mr. Stark's spare workbenches.

"Yes," she confirms, picking up an empty container that she doesn't need anymore. She throws it across the lab, yelling, "this bitch empty, yeet!"

I choke on my own spit. YES. FINALLY A GEN Z-ER. I'M GETTING SICK OF WANDA'S MELLIANAL TASTES.

An hour later the lab is in utter disarray, Shuri and I are fighting with REAL LIGHTSABERS, and I'm pretty sure we pressed a few buttons we shouldn't have, because I got a news alert that said some of the old Iron-Man's suits at the Smithsonian exploded out of nowhere.

Whoops?

"Oh no," the voice comes from the door of the lab. Tony and KING T'CHALLA are standing at the doorway, slack-jawed.

"Mr. Stark!" I drop the lightsaber with a clank and a sizzle that does not sound like something melting, definitely not. "I met Shuri!"

"I see that," he says, eyes roaming around his precious lab. "I forgot Peter was coming today," he adds to T'Challa.

"What have we done?" the king whispers gravely.

"Hey Peter," Shuri says, I turn away from Tony and T'Challa, who are still talking like it's the end of the world.

Dum-E's wearing shoes - sandals to be exact.

"What are thooosee!" Shuri and I belt out the same time.

Maybe it is the end of the world.