Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or any other Marvel characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: I was able to finish this chapter today and it has been awhile since I've updated this story and Infinite. Sadly I don't know when I'm gonna be able to update Infinite or this story again but just know that neither one is being abandoned. I just have school and it's been a very busy semester. If you're following Floating On Air then you guys know exactly why as I explained in my author's note there. When I'm able to get breaks in between classes and just life in general, I'll work on chapters. Though little by little. Anyways, enjoy this chapter with Peter and Grace seeing each other again. Also, later on I'm gonna fix the grammar mistakes from the other chapters!

Enjoy the Stranger Things mention in this chapter! I also don't own the song used in this chapter!

Chapter 13: We're friends, right?

The moment Peter stepped out of the elevator (after asking Friday which floor Grace's room was on), he heard music playing. And how could he not? The music was playing pretty loud. The brown eyed boy could even tell what the exact lyrics were as he walked down the hallway to the room. Each step took him closer to Grace's room, and that just increased the nervousness that grew inside of him. However, the lyrics strangely helped him.

Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
A lovely day

Listening to lyrics made the nervousness he felt falter. Peter was now even able to identify the song. It was Lovely Day by Bill Withers. The song was pretty cheerful, which just bemused the teen. Why had Mr. Stark warned him about Grace's mood? Just by the music Peter could tell she was in a rather good mood...at least that's what he thought for the time being.

The moment finally came when Peter reached his destination. Grace's bedroom...or rather her bedroom's door. For a brief second there he thought about bolting but quickly pushed that thought aside. That would be cowardly and he needed to tell Grace the truth just as he said to Mr. Stark and his Aunt May that he would do. Swallowing the nervous lump he had in his throat, Peter then quickly knocked approximately three times on her bedroom door. His heart rate escalated even more the music came to a stop and footsteps then entered his ears. His face felt really warm when the bedroom door finally opened, revealing none other than Grace Stark.

To say Grace was taken back by Peter's presence would be an understatement. She was beyond surprised but not in a bothersome way. "Peter?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows. A small frown settled onto her face. "What are you doing here?"

Grace hadn't spoken to the brown eyed boy for a few days now. Not that she was purposely ignoring him. Grace was just in a rather funky mood as of late because of her doctor's visit and the pending test blood results. She didn't want to bring anyone else down with the grey cloud that's been over her head. Her dad often joked that whenever she was in a bad mood that she could cause thunder storms. Grace knew he was joking as a way to lightened things up but in a way what he said was the truth. She really did have a tendency to be a Debbie Downer at times. Grace still remembered the time she had made Thor frown. Thor of all people! The guy was always smiling or laughing robustly. Making him frown was something Grace was not proud of.

Peter's nervousness returned. That wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. Not that he was expecting something spectacular or anything. In truth her reaction was a realistic one but it wasn't what Peter had wanted to see. Still, Peter went with what he got. He smiled and then raised one of his hands to do a half wave. He inwardly cringed after this was done. He quickly lowered his hand to his side and opened his mouth ready to fully speak. However, all that came out was a rather unmanly noise that sounded like a gasp. After this was done he expected Grace to give him a look that said, "You're such a weirdo." Except to his relief she didn't throw such a look his way. Instead Grace had her head tilted to the side a bit, a playful smile appearing on her youthful face.

She released a laugh. "Hello to you too."

Relieved that she wasn't looking at him like a complete weirdo, Peter was able to find his voice. "Hey." He greeted again, this time more confident. It was then that Peter took a good look at what she was wearing. Grace was wearing her typical pair of skinny jeans, black Vans for shoe wear, but what really caught his attention was the t-shirt she was wearing. It was a Stranger Things t-shirt. The t-shirt design didn't have the usual TV show logo on it but instead said the famous Eleven phrase: Friends don't lie. Peter inwardly groan. Why did she have to wear that shirt today of all days? After thinking that question, and from seeing her t-shirt, Peter once again remembered why he was there. Plus she had also asked what he was doing there. He shyly looked into her dark eyes. "Is it okay if I can come in? There's something I need to tell you."

Grace didn't hesitate answering. She had no idea what he needed to tell her but she stepped aside. "Come in." She opening the door wide enough for him to walk through.

Despite having his stomach in knots for what he was about to tell her, Peter happily went inside. He was entering Grace Stark's room. He didn't mean to sound like a total creep but this was just too much for him. He, however, was pleasantly surprised by what he was seeing once inside.

Grace's room was not at all what Peter expected. He once read that a room said a lot about a person. And once gazing around Grace's room he figured that was true. Despite her room being completely different from what he expected, Peter had to admit Grace's room was definitely as interesting as her. It reflected her personality perfectly. There was all kinds of band posters and movie posters over her light blue colored walls. Clearly Grace was a fan of horror movies because most the movie posters she had up were horror ones. She even had the movie poster for the 1982 horror movie, The Thing.

Now Peter himself wasn't that huge on horror movies but he had seen the movie The Thing with his Uncle Ben when he had been younger. His uncle loved horror movies with a passion. Peter was introduced to a lot of movies through his uncle. A lot of classic movies. Some were horror some were not. They were movies that Peter loved making references to. Even the scary ones. Peter had even seen the movie Alien with him. Another horror movie. Except it was The Thing that was his uncle's all time favorite alien flick. Despite kid Peter being absolutely afraid after watching the film, and the memory of his Aunt May lecturing his Uncle Ben on letting him watch it, Peter found the whole experience to be heartwarming. Plus the special effects during that time was amazing. So Peter couldn't help the little smile that escaped him when seeing that horror movie poster.

As for bands, Peter saw the names such as AC/DC, Queen, David Bowie, and many others. However, his gaze lingered a tad bit longer on the Tori Amos poster before he found one that really stood out to him. Stevie Nicks. Although Peter recognized the name Tori Amos, he knew little to nothing of that singer but he did know who Stevie Nicks was. She was the singer for Fleetwood Mac. His Aunt May was a huge fan. He remembered how his Aunt May mentioned before going through a Stevie Nicks phase in college. Peter smiled. Guess Grace and his aunt had something in common.

As he continued to look around, Peter's smile grew when his eyes landed on the cute dinosaur figurines that were lined up on the shelf next to her desk that had her computer and stuff. On that same shelf were a ton of books all lined up neatly next to one another. She had a whole shelf that was filled with Stephen King books. No surprise IT was there as well. Seeing the book made Peter remember how she said her celebrity crush was Bill Skarsgård.

His smile fell and a sinking feeling filled his stomach. Peter had managed to do some research on this Bill Skarsgård fellow and as much as he wanted to deny it, Peter had to admit the guy was rather good looking. What with his tall height, dark blond hair, and murky green eyes, it was no wonder Grace was all starry eyed for the actor. Besides re-watching the trailer for the upcoming new IT movie, Peter had also seen a few episodes of the show Hemlock Grove and even though it was a disturbing show (with a lot of inappropriate scenes), it was good in its own way. It reminded Peter of American Horror Story. He had a feeling Grace was a fan of that TV show as well. Peter was learning that Grace had a deep interest and fascination for disturbing and peculiar shows and books. And both TV shows were oddly entertaining in their own way.

As he moved his gaze around the bedroom again, Peter saw the various CD's she had. He found himself walking closer to her CD stand. He noticed that her music choices varied. There was one specific artist that had him looking at her with delight surprise.

"Bob Marley?" He asked throwing a smile her way.

Grace walked over towards where he was. She had seen how he was looking around her room and she was worried that for some reason he wasn't liking what he was seeing. That shouldn't have been a concern of hers but Peter had been so quiet. After he had noticed her CD collection and pointed out Bob Marley out of all the artists she had, a small bitter smile appeared on her face. "My Uncle Miguel got me into his music." Grace without thinking confessed to him. She nearly closed her mouth after she said that. The teen hardly ever talked about her Uncle Miguel. For various reasons. She cleared her throat, wanting to move on with the conversation. "You have to admit he has a lot of good songs. Actually, scratch that...all of his songs are good."

Peter nodded his head. "I agree."

The bedroom got quiet again with the two teens silently earnestly staring at each other...but the quietness soon ended. Peter's attention drifted towards the paintings that were on her desk. How he had not seen those before he had no idea. There was two on the desk and both were done. One painting was of space and the other was a forest. Both paintings were amazing. Although Peter had to say his favorite one was the space painting. There was just something mystical about that one.

"Did you paint these?" Peter blurted out in awe. He now stood in front of her desk, admiring the paintings.

Grace went to stand next to him. She had a sheepish smile on her face as she saw him look at her work. "Yeah, um, it's a hobby of mine."

"You're really good." Peter complimented looking her way again. "I mean, these are incredible."

Grace felt her cheeks warm from hearing such a compliment. "Thanks." She cleared her throat. Although she liked the compliment he gave her, Grace was never one for receiving praise. It felt weird to receive compliments from people. She was just too hard on herself, as her dad would say. "So...you have something to tell me?" She asked Peter. After she said this she noticed how Peter became visibly tense. She frowned. Why did he seem so...nervous? Was what he needed to tell her bad or something? Her stomach did a flip. Great...now she was nervous.

Peter lowered his eyes towards the ground. He knew needed to tell her the truth. He really should have told her as soon as he stepped inside her bedroom but he had gotten easily distracted. Her bedroom was just too cool. There was just so many thing to look at. However, the time for distractions was over and the truth needed to be told. He lifted his eyes from the ground to stare into her lovely dark brown eyes. "Grace...I do have something to confess to you."

The slight shake she was able to detect in his voice made Grace give him a look of concern mixed with bewilderment. The nervousness she felt also grew. "What is it?"

Peter decided to tell her right away. Like ripping off a bandage. He inhaled air before he exhaled, releasing the truth rather quickly. "I don't need Spanish lessons." Luckily Grace was able to tell what he said but unfortunately misinterpreted the meaning.

Grace sighed, feeling bad. "I know I've been lagging on your lessons..."

Peter shook his head. In no way did he want her to think she was failing him. This wasn't her fault. "No, what I mean is that I don't need Spanish lessons because I already know Spanish." He skittishly confessed to her. "I'm actually already enrolled in a Spanish class at school...and I'm passing."

Grace calmly processed what he said. On the inside though she was feeling various emotions. She did her best to not show those emotions on her face. After a few seconds she spoke again. "So, you lied to me."

Peter shifted his feet. "Yes." He couldn't tell if she was mad, annoyed, or even sad. Her voice and nor did her expression (which was unreadable) didn't give him any clues as to how she was taking the confession. That actually made him feel more nervous. She really was reminding him of Mr. Stark right at this moment. "I just wanted to spend time with you." He told her as if that would make everything better. Peter, however, knew that it wouldn't.

Grace narrowed her eyes as she pursed her lips. "Peter, we're friends, right?"

Hearing her say that made his nervousness momentarily go away. "Yes!" Peter answered quickly. He cleared his throat. "I mean, yeah." He replied again, trying to sound more relaxed.

"Okay, well now that we have confirmed that, what does my shirt say?" Grace asked him.

Peter felt the guilt from before return. "Friends don't lie." He answered her lowly.

Grace nodded her head. "Exactly..." She said evenly before her voice softened. "But since our friendship wasn't technically confirmed until now...you didn't really lie." She shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, you did but you didn't lie to me as a friend of mine. So..."

"So?" Peter repeated sounding hopeful yet again. His brown eyes stared at her intently.

Grace gave him a faux hesitant look before a smile appeared on her face. To Peter it was a smile that could light up a dark room. "All is good."

Was this for real? Peter almost pinched himself but stopped himself from doing so. "Really?"

Grace nodded her head. "Yes, really. But please don't ever lie to me again. I know it's a rather silly request but..." Her voice became vulnerable as did her eyes. "I can't handle lying. The amount of times I've been lied to in the past by people my own age...well, I've actually lost count by now." She found herself opening up more to him and this time she didn't stop.

"I've never actually had a best friend before. Or real friends in general. I mean, I thought I had a best friend once, but she just ended up hurting me." Grace looked heart broken thinking about the one girl she had cared for more than a best friend. The girl she grew close to and the girl who caused her first heartache with her cruelty. Whoever said guys were worse than girls when it came to bullying was wrong. At least with guys it was punches and straight to the point. With girls it was false hope and constant backstabbing. Grace would have gladly received a punch to the face rather than the crap she had been through during her middle school years.

The memory of her best friend/crush/turned enemy went away when she realized what she said to Peter. "Not that I'm saying we're best friends." Grace quickly said. She panicked even more when she saw the bemused look Peter had on. "I mean, not that I wouldn't like being best friends because I would." She let out a sigh running a hand through her messy wavy hair. "I'm just glad we're friends." She clarified, her cheeks red as a rose.

Peter grew quiet as he looked at her rosy cheeks. Her rambling actually not only amused him but it relaxed him as well. It was cute. She was cute. Adding to that, her telling him about the issues she's had with people lying to her made Peter feel special. She was actually opening up to him. Mr. Stark had told him this but it counted more now that Grace told him. It hurt hearing her say that and Peter wanted to reassure her that he would never hurt her the same way that jerk of a girl did to her, as well as the other liars she had encountered. Peter lied to her once already but he wasn't about to lie to her again. His features softened. "I promise I won't lie to you anymore."

"Good." Grace smiled and put her hand around his shoulders, bringing him to her side. Although it was a total friendly gesture, it had Peter's heart racing like crazy. Peter was forever glad Grace wasn't enhanced like him otherwise she would have been able to hear his heartbeat. "Now let's go get ice-cream." She brightly told him before growing serious. "Just not at Baskin Robbins."

Peter had to control his voice in order for it not to waver due to her closeness. "Why not from there?"

"Because..." Grace drawled looking straight into those brown eyes of his. "Basket Robins knows everything." She said before breaking her serious act to let out a round of laughter. "Sorry, it's just something Scott told me."

"Scott?" Peter questioned.

"Yeah, aka Ant-Man." Grace clarified.

This time it was Peter's turn to laugh. "Oh, right. Where to then?'

Grace smiled as she leaned in even closer to him. Peter not only felt his cheeks start to warm up but he was pretty sure his ears were red as tomatoes. "That my dear Spider-Boy is a surprise. Now follow me if you want to live and have delicious ice cream!" She announced excitedly. She then let go of him and started walking towards her door.

Peter didn't know how to respond to that, so he didn't. He wasn't even bothered that she had called him Spider-Boy. He was too dazed by her. He just let Grace lead the way. He found her excited demeanor to be different but it was also cute and amusing. Grace Stark really kept him on his toes. She really was Tony Stark's daughter. His crush on her was becoming more and more harder to control. In Peter Parker's life there were many things he was unsure of. However, one of the few things he was sure of was that he wanted to be more than friends with Grace. He did promise he wouldn't lie to her anymore and he wasn't going to. If Grace asked him if he liked her more than a friend he would gladly say yes.

Only problem was he had a feeling she wouldn't be asking that question any time soon. Peter sadly wasn't brave enough yet to tell Grace the feelings he had for her. Not unless he knew that she felt the same way. The fear of rejection had won and it would continue to win for a while.