A/N: Hello all! I'm glad you all liked the last chapter! I'm so happy I added Peter Parker! And I'm sorry for the long wait, I just finished with finals and was able to log back onto my computer.

Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious that I don't own Marvel, although I do own Kaycee.

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Kaycee mentally shook herself from staring at Peter. "Hey."

Peter stopped what he was doing and looked at kaycee. "I'm sorry if I scared you off."

"No," Kaycee said. "I shouldn't have just ran off like that. It was rude of me."

"I don't blame you, I mean the whole party thing must've sucked for you." Peter replied. "I'm assuming Director Fury sent you down here to help?"

Kaycee nodded. "Yeah, I hope I didn't interrupt you doing something important?"

"No" Peter chuckled. "I wasn't. No worries. I could actually use your help."

She pulled of her jacket and smiled. "Well that's why I'm here."

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Ivan Vanko sat quietly at a small desk working on the head of one of the many drones he was creating for Justin Hammer. He had agreed to build the drones but he never agreed to back off his original plan. He had failed to kill Tony Stark, but he had succeeded in harming one of his most precious things, his daughter. Ivan hadn't meant to harm the girl. It was an accident, but how sweet would it be to find the billionaire playboy in agony after losing his child?

Ivan fought against this thought, he couldn't hurt a child. But then again, if that meant breaking down Stark, maybe that was the key. Take away what he loves most. Ivan might have failed at the first attempt to destroy Tony's happiness but after he was finished with these drones, the real battle would begin. And Stark would pay.

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"So I'm guessing that if you put this piece right here, you could start it up with only two seconds in a delay when firing it." Peter was saying as he was gesturing to the gun he and Kaycee were working on.

"Well what was the original time delay before we move this piece?" Kaycee asked in deep concentration.

"Five seconds,"

Kaycee shrugged. "Better than nothing."

As Peter was adding the new pieces to the gun, he glanced at Kaycee. "So I'm guessing you've worked with weapons before. You know, firearms?"

"Yeah," She replied nodding. "I would usually help my dad when he wants to add some new details to his suits. Kinda fun actually."

"Really? Like what kind?" he asked.

Kaycee just shrugged before answering. "Like adding plasma to the pulsars and more fuel for the rockets. You know, so when he's flying around, saving people."

"Must be fun, always working with your dad." Peter smiled.

"Yeah, what about you? You and your dad ever fix any weapons?" She asked, handing him a screw driver.

"I-I uh, actually live with my aunt and uncle. My parents passed away when I was little." Peter said, his smile gone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, don't worry." He said. "But I do help my Uncle Ben around the house a lot, with the pipes and creaky stairs and all that other manly deeds."

Kaycee chuckled. "Well that's good."

"So where do you go to school?" Peter asked setting down the gun and examining it. "I'm at Midtown High."

"I don't, actually."

"Really? Then how are you so smart?" He turned to see her with raised eyebrows. "Oh right, your dad."

"Yep, I have discussed about going to school, but I'm sure that's not going to happen."

"Well you're always welcome at my school, although I wouldn't quite recommend it." Peter chuckled. "The jocks are, well, assholes."

Kaycee looked at his arm and noticed a small bruise. "Well did those assholes give you that bruise?"

"What?" he looked to where she was pointing. "Well, um yes. Dodge ball."

"Maybe you should have just been on their dodge ball team." she suggested.

"….I was…." Peter answered.

Kaycee sighed. "Maybe I should visit your school. Kick their asses. Maybe getting their asses kicked by a girl will knock some sense into them." She ended the sentence with a chuckle.

Peter laughed at that. "I'm sorry, but you? Kicking a six foot five basket ball star in his ass."

"Hey I train boxing four times a week, six times when I need to let off a little steam." She defended her petite size.

"Seriously?" Peter asked. "You don't look like the type. I mean, you seem fit, I mean in shape… very pretty. That sounded creepy."

Kaycee giggled. "It's okay. You're the first boy who's called me pretty. Well, the only boy. Actually you're the only boy I've ever talked to."

"You've never talked to anyone your own age?"

"Well," Kaycee tried to seem busy by taking the gun from peter and examined it herself. "I've met other teens my age but well, they either think I'm best friends with celebrities or they just have a crush on my dad."

"That sounds unnerving." Peter replied. He then took the gun out of her hands and sat it down back on the table. "Would you like to go and get lunch from the cafeteria?"

"Sure." Kaycee smiled.

"Cool, just let me lock this up and we can go." he grabbed the gun to go lock it up.

Kaycee watched him walk away and smiled to himself. Never before was she able to actually keep up a conversation with someone her own age. She imagined it would be hard, to even having to stick to one subject. But it was easy. And she felt like she could talk to him about almost anything. Is this what its like to finally have friend your own age?

Her mind wandered to Peter himself. His character. He was funny, smart, kind and maybe even a little cute? She liked the way his hair would be a mess or how his glasses would slide down to the tip of his nose. His smile itself could light up her day and his curiosity for science even matched her own. Was she crushing on her new friend?

Before she could finish that thought, Peter appeared next to her and offered his arm to her. Kaycee gladly, but nervously took it as he led her to the cafeteria.

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A/N: Yeah, yeah I know it's short right now but I promise to update again soon but until then I wanted to leave you guys with something. Please let me know what you think.

~KrazyForYourLuv~