Spider-Woman

Chapter 5- The Airport

Then we got in our rooms and Peter brought out our homemade suits from his suitcase. I could tell he was very nervous by the way he stopped and his shoulders tensed.

"Do you want me to help calm you down?" I offered, putting a gentle hand on his rigid shoulders.

"No, I'll be okay, but do you have any suggestions?" He asked.

"Try to try calming yourself down in the mirror," I suggested.

He gave me a kind smile and walked to the mirror, obviously recording himself talking and giving himself a pep talk. I was done changing by the time Happy barging in with his flawless black suit.

"What the hell are you guys wearing?" He asked, eyeing our homemade suits.

"It's our suits," Peter stated with a questioning tone.

"Where's the cases?"

"What cases?" Peter and I synchronized.

Happy walked over to a door in the room that neither of us have ever opened and entered.

Peter said, "I thought that was a closet- our room is bigger than we thought."

That room led us to another small living room with a coffee table by the couch. On top of the table were two glossy shiny silver cases.

Peter picked up a small slit of paper, "A minor upgrade," He read.

Peter and I squealed when we saw our new suits, which looked like our homemade ones except they were made by a-

billionaire and not some apartment trash kids.

My suit was a skin-tight jumpsuit and it looked a lot like the spider that I was bitten by. The suit had a flap on the back that popped up like peacock feathers on the actual spider. I loved my suit, but Peter had not seen it yet, still fangirling over his own.

Peter's suit was like mine, it still a jumpsuit but it was all red with a spread out black thin web all throughout his suit. The eyes were oval shaped, the chest had a little spider design in the center. The feet were much smaller than before like they were flats.