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A/N I'm baaaaaaaaaack! The play was a success. There were a few technical difficulties, but that is to be expected. :) I will once again update steadily. Thanks for waiting!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or Spiderman. Just my OCs.

It had been a week since she'd been bitten by the spider. Sam looked at Tony's Ironman suit. She STILL didn't know how to control her's. It'd nearly been a month! Tony saw her looking at it. "You interested in learning to use yours?" he asked. Sam turned to him.

"Well, I, yeah!"

He stood up. "It's time for a flying lesson."

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Sam stood in the assembly area. "Now do you know how to put yours on?" Tony asked.

"Um…do you twist this knob?" she asked, holding up the bracelet. He nodded. Sam reached over to her wrist and twisted it. The same sensation from the other day began to creep along her arm. "This feels so weird."

The mask lowered over her face. "Now I removed most of the guns. Yes I left two or three of the least dangerous ones, but the rest are gone."

"So I've been carrying around a weapon this whole time?" she asked.

"Pretty much."

"I could have been expelled!" Sam sighed. "Well what's first?"

"Controlling the mask." Sam rolled her eyes beneath the helmet. Tony had an idea that was happening. "I know it sounds boring but believe me, it's dead useful. The helmet has terrible perefvrial vision."

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"Is it time to fly now?" asked Sam. Her whole helmet was down, she'd learned how to use her repulsers, she knew how to properly assemble and disassemble the suit, and all the other boring stuff. Well, it wasn't that boring.

"Keep your pants on, and yes, it's time. I'll need my suit." Tony stepped onto the platform and the suit was assembled. He pulled down his helmet. "Now put thrusters onto ten percent." Sam did as he said and she began to rise. "Um…you might want to put your helmet on." Sam put it on. "Okay, now put it onto twenty percent. Thirty percent." Sam began to float a little in the wrong direction.

"Uh…a little help here!"

"Just direct yourself back this way." Sam moved her feet. "Okay, now are you up for-" Suddenly Sam's jets turned off. She wasn't that high off the ground, but she still fell. It wasn't painful, after all the suit helped pad her, but it was still a fall nonetheless. Tony helped Sam up off the ground and she lowered her mask.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You turned of your thrusters."

"Yeah, but how? I don't think I did anything."

"Hm. Maybe your jets need tuning. Can I have the suit please?" Sam disassembled it back into the bracelet. She clicked it off and handed it to Tony.

Samantha had her own project to work on.

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Sam sat down at her desk and opened up her bottom drawer. She reached to the back and opened a hidden compartment at the back. She took out all of the pieces and supplies for her idea.

When Sam was swinging on the chains she thought, 'Why can't I spin webs?'. That gave her the idea of swinging on webs. She placed all of the items in front of her. She began to adjust the angles, and gave it some ways to change the strength. Sam placed it in the middle of the desk and backed away to look at it. Perfect. Now only if it would work. Sam bent over it and tried to shoot. It sprayed the artificial web all over her face.

Ugh.

Sam tweaked it a bit more, giving it better aim. Again, it sprayed all over her. She would have to work on it later.

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Four days. That's how long it took to finally get the webbing right. Samantha reached over from a distance away and pressed the button. It spun out and stuck against the wall. Sam walked over to it and plucked the line. Solid. Super strong. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Sam sat down at her laptop and began typing on Google. She flipped threw different kinds of uniforms until she found the right colors. Sam ordered them and began to duplicate the web-shooter. She felt like a genius.

But then again, she was.

A/N This was mostly just a filler chapter. I promise that the next chapter will be a bit more exciting.