[First person POV]

  I stood a few feet away from Michelle, on the rooftop of a building, looking out over the city. She looked down at the street from the roof and quickly moved back. The wind brushed past us, and the sun was setting, painting the skyline in a mix e and pink.

  "Wow, aren't we kinda too high up here?" She asked nervously.

  "Don't worry, the view is amazing," I chuckled and turned around. "And it's about to get eveer."

  "Okay, Peter, why are we here? You said you wao show me something."

  I pulled out a simple gray scarf from my bag, casually tossing it in the air between us. Michelle's brow furrowed as she caught it, staring at it like she was trying to see how a regur cheap-looking scarf could be something special that we had to meet up here for.

  "This is it? A scarf?"

  I smirked. "Not just any scarf. Put it on."

  She gave me a skeptical look but, knowing me, she went along with it. She ed the scarf loosely around her neck, still staring at me like I ying some kind of prank.

  "Now, say, suit up!" I instructed.

  "Okay, sure, what the hell. Suit up," she rolled her eyes.

  Suddenly, the nanobots in the scarf activated, flowing down the fabrid quickly c her body in a sleek, bd purple suit. Michelle stumbled, surprised by the sudden ge. She stared at her hands, flexing them in amazement.

  "Holy shit," she muttered, looking up at me.

  I grinned. "Pretty coht?"

  "This looks so fit and kinda fy?"

  "Took a while to improve the fort level," I said, shrugging.

  "Is this why you went missing for aire week? Is this my suit?" She asked in awe, moving around a bit and feeling the fabric.

  "This is the first prototype," I nodded.

  "A prototype?!"

  "Yeah, the one will be the final design, hopefully," I expined, "You gotta get used to all the funs and train with the suit on and I'm gonna take data and analyze them for the perfect version."

  "So, this isn't the finished product?"

  "Oh no, it's finished alright. But there's much more to e. This is only the tip of the iceberg," I smiled, "The new AI o get used to your movements and fighting style and everything. The more you use it the more the nanites will get used to the rea time and other things, so it's best to use it a lot and make it your own. I've already programmed the basient protocols, but the rest is up to you. It's your suit, after all."

  "Oh," she muttered, staring at the hands.

  "Anyway, that's not the only thing I got for you," I said as I walked over to the roof's edge. "Looks pretty nice from up here, isn't it? You almost feel like you touch the clouds."

  Michelle gave me a skeptical look, slowly walking towards me. She reached out and grabbed my arm.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Nothing, just hold onto me," I grinned, grabbing her. ". e closer. Trust me."

  She let go of me and stepped forward, staring down at the ground. I could tell she was nervous, and I could uand. We were standing on a rooftop, overlooking the streets.

  "Hhmm... What are these red dots on the s before my eyes?!" Michelle's voice suddenly raised a few octaves as she poioward the holographic s h in front of her.

  "Oh, that? That's your first training course of swinging around the city. Well, good luck," I pushed her off the building.

  "Wait, whaaaaaaa-" She screamed, and her voice trailed off as she fell.

  I followed behind her, "Aim your hand at those red dots and think of shooting webs. Simple, right?" I instructed her over the s.

  "I'm gonna kill you, PARKER!" Michelle shouted as she frantically waved her arms, trying to grab onto something.

  "Calm down, Michelle," I ughed. "Remember, the suit handle a few falls."

  "A few?! This is more than a few! And I 't swing. I don't know how to shoot the webs. I don't even have the web-shooters," she replied frantically.

  "Trust the suit," I said calmly, "Let it guide you. Just think of what you want to do and it will do it for you. Besides, I never knew you as a scaredy-cat, Michelle."

  "Damn you!" She followed my instrus and shot her hand toward a nearby building. A few seds ter, the suit shot out a stream of webbing, and Michelle jerked forward, her trajectory ged instantly.

  "Yes, that's it," I smiled.

  "You better stop yelling in my ears," She yelled as she aimed for the sed target.

  "Alright, alright, o shout," I teased. "You're doing good."

  "I'm not used to this," she grumbled.

  "I'm right behind you. Don't worry," I assured her. "Just keep going."

  "If I die, I'll kill you. And don't even think of saying that death has to gh you to kill me because that's too freakin' ge, Peter Parker."

  "That was bad, even for you," I chuckled. "And you're not going to die."

  "Okay, let's take it slow," I said, staying close behind Michelle as she swung through the air, her form a little shaky but improving with each passing sed. She shot another web toward a tall building, the lig securely, and swung in a wide arc. Her grip on the web seemed tense, but at least she was moving forward.

  "Slow? You pushed me off a freaking building, Peter!" she snapped, her voice sharp over the s. Despite her words, I could hear a hint of excitement ione, maybe even a bit of thrill.

  "Teically, you're still alive, right?" I grinned, watg her catch herself mid-swing and correct her trajectory. "Besides, if I didn't push you, you wouldn't have jumped."

  "Yeah, and now I'm flying through the air like a human wreg ball!" she shouted, narrowly avoiding a light post.

  "Yetting the hang of it," I enced. "Remember, the suit is desigo adapt. Just focus oarget, and your instincts will take over. Don't fet you got Spider senses, now. You'll get used to it."

  Michelle shot another web, her movements now more fluid as she swung past a t skyscraper. I could tell she was starting to rex—her arms weren't as stiff, and her swings were longer, more fident.

  "How do you deal with the speed?" she asked, breathless. "It feels like I'm going to smash into something any sed!"

  "You get used to it," I said, pulling alongside her. "Trust me, it bees sed nature. You'll feel more in trol the more you swing. And trust yourself. Focus. Everything around you will be as if frozen in time or moving very slowly. It will be easier for you to experie yourself rather than me expining. So, go on. Go even faster."

  "I 't believe this is real," she said, her tone incredulous, and for a moment, I thought she might be talking to herself.

  "Believe it. It is real," I smiled.

  We swung through the city, the wind rushing past us, the su casting long shadows over the buildings. Michelle's hesitancy started to fade, and soon enough, she was taking on more daring moves—like swinging higher and aiming for further buildings.

  "Okay, this is kinda cool," she admitted, though her voice still carried a hint of nervousness. "I 't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm getting the hang of it."

  "See? What did I tell you?" I smiled. "You're a natural."

  "Don't get cocky, Parker," she shot back, but I could hear the grin in her voice.

  We swung side by side, Michelle's movements now more precise as she aimed at the red dots projected by her suit. She was still a bit wobbly when she nded on a rooftop, but she quickly unched herself off again without hesitation.

  "You know," she said after a while, "I could actually get used to this whole swinging thing."

  "Told you," I ughed. "You're doing great."

  "I hate hht you are sometimes," she muttered, shooting another web toward a nearby building.

  "Admit it. You love it," I grinned.

  "Whatever," she said, but I could tell she was smiling.

  As we tinued swinging, the sky grew darker, and the stars began to appear. Finally, we nded back where we started. Michelle slumped down on the roof with a heavy sigh. She was breathing hard. As she deactivated her mask, the nanites flowed back around her neck.

  "Well, that was something," she huffed.

  "How was your first lesson?" I asked.

  She y on her back as I too took off the mask and y beside her, looking up at the night sky.

  "Exhirating, thrilling, scary, fusing, exhausting," she listed, and I chuckled.

  "Yeah, the first few times are always a bit crazy."

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