Peter Parker swung in to the open window of his room. rolling on his shoulder, then hitting the wall rather hard. He grunted in pain, sitting up as he heard a knock on his door. "Peter? Peter, is everything alright?" She called out, turning the nob but to no avail. He had a lock on the door to open only when he wanted it to. He quickly closed his window, and started ripping off his suit. "Yeah, I'm alright Aunt May!" Peter called out, hopping on one foot as he tried to take the shoe off. "Just... I'm... I'm only in my underwear right now. Slept in a little late." He said, hoping that was a good enough excuse. Peter loved his Aunt, but his secret was his own. He hasn't told anyone. Not Aunt May, or his best friend, Lexi.

"Okay... Well hurry up! and wear something nice! The Rogers are going to be here any minute!" She called out. Peter was halfway done fixing his hair and tossing his suit in his backpack when he heard the door knock. 

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Aunt May opened the door to reveal the beautiful Lexi Rogers. "Lexi! My, so good to see you!" She said with a smile, the old woman giving her a small hug and kiss on the cheek. "Peter is running a bit late... slept in. That boy sleeps more than a hibernating bear!" She said with a laugh, standing aside so Lexi can walk in. "Peter, are you almost ready?" She called from the foot of the stairs.

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Peter pulled on his plaid collared shirt, some comfortable jeans, and some converse, as well as a jacket. "yeah, just finishing up my makeup! got mascara in my eye!" He called out jokingly, grabbing his backpack and opening his door. He walked down the stairs to see his Aunt making small talk with his best friend, Lexi Rogers. Every day he sees her his heart skips a beat. She definitely had it all. The looks, the personality, the smarts...and her ability to stand Peter and his fascination with science and photography. "Hey, Lex. You look great!" He said in his friendly way, trying hard not to stare.

"You have the address, dear?" Aunt May asked. "I'm afraid i can't drive... Ben usually did the driving..." She said with a hint of sadness. Peter's heart sank a bit at the sound of his late Uncle's name... He couldn't help but blame himself for his fate. Peter ran a hand through his messy hair. "Shall we... get going?" Asked Peter shyly, giving a weak smile.