[3rd Person POV]

  [1 Week Later]

  [Brooklyn]

  Peter stood in front of his test project—a cutting-edge b he had built from scratch. This was no ordinary b, and it was certainly not a school sce fair experiment. He could have used any high-tech facility that Tony or Sue gave him, but this time was different. This time, it ersonal. He wao do this himself. No Stark Industries teo Baxter tech... It will be his own work. His own research, his own equipment, his own ideas, and his own vision.

  The room was filled with prototypes, old gadgets, ons, and scribbled notes scattered across the floor. The setup was far from elegant, but it was funal. The walls were lined with advanced maery, 3D printers, high-density materials, Oscorp's fabricator that he remodeled and puters running simutions of different web designs. A holographic blueprint of Michelle's new suit was h over a round table.

  Peter exhaled and got to work.

  His first priority was funality. Michelle wasn't used to her new powers yet, and she would need something that enhanced her agility and strength without restrig her movement. Unlike his own suit, which had been tweaked and perfected through multiple trials and errors, Michelle's suit had to work perfectly from the start.

  "Time to put Oscorp's nao good use," Peter smirked as he began.

  Using nanoteology he learned from the research details of Oscorp back theer began with a lightweight, nanomesh fabric. It was strong enough to resist bullets, knives, areme temperatures, but flexible enough to move like a sed skin. He programmed the nao be self-healing, an idea he had picked up after seeing Tony's Model 50 suit and his Symbiote suit. If the suit ever tore during a fight, the nanobots would automatically stitch the fabric back together iime.

  , Peter embedded a yer of graphene uhe nanomesh, reinf the suit to hareme pressure without adding unnecessary weight. Graphene was incredibly durable, but also lightweight, and could absorb energy from impacts. It also allowed him to yer in some mirical insution, in case she had to deal with enemies using shock-based attacks.

  As he wove the grapheo the fabric, Peter paused for a moment and tapped a few ands into the puter. A series of holographies danced in front of him, mapping out the stress points in the suit. He made minor adjustments, reinf the joints and addira flexibility around the knees and elbows.

  He smiled. "So far, so good."

  Peter couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Michelle might have spider-powers, but she didn't have the natural web-shooting ability he had. That meant she would need her own pair of web-shooters. Not just any web-shooters, though. Peter was going to design these from the ground up.

  He started with a small, pact design, ohat would fit ly into the suit's wrists without being too bulky. Instead of the simple meical trigger he had used in his earlier models, Peter opted for something more advanced, his owion, the neural interface, an improved version of his neural impnt. By embedding a small chip into the gloves, Michelle would be able to trol the shooters using just her thoughts, simir to how Peter trolled his own movements in the suit. The neural chip would detect the muscle movements in her hand and fire webs accly.

  But the problem was the web fluid. The ones he uses are good, but he wasn't satisfied with the durability of it. So, he got an idea. He decided to experiment with his anic Web fluids.

  Peter moved to the er of his b, pulling out a few vials and ara kit. He sighed. This wasn't going to be fun, but it was necessary. Carefully, he extended his hand, watg as a thin, translut strand of web fluid emerged from his wrist. He detached the web fluid from his hand and pced it into a gss vial, examining it closely.

  "This stuff is strohan steel or any other metal I've entered so far," he muttered to himself, "but it's also flexible. If I just figure out the chemical structure, maybe I recreate it."

  Peter ran multiple tests on the anic web fluid, analyzing its molecur structure. It was a plex substance—more than just sticky thread. His webbing had a uerength, flexibility, and adhesive properties that evero syic materials couldn't fully replicate. But he wasn't ready to give up.

  Over several days, Peter experimeirelessly. He added different chemicals, tested various pounds, and ran simutions through the b. Each failure brought him oep closer to success, and finally, after days of tweaking the formu, he found a breakthrough.

  The syic version of his anic web fluid was finally ready. It had all the properties of his inal webbing, including the durability, capable of withstanding enormous forces. In simutions, the syic webbing could hold against the terength of Vibranium and other super-deerials, just like his webbing when he uses his Bio-Armor or his solid web needles that are capable enough to pierce through anything.

  "Now we are talking," Peter finally leaned ba his chair with a satisfied grin.

  After taking a little break, he began once again...

  To ehat Michelle could shoot webs directly from her fiips as he could, Peter designed a system that ied the syic web fluid into the gloves of her suit. Instead of using traditional web shooters, he modified the fiips of the gloves to hold micro-reservoirs of the web fluid. Each fiip tained a small nozzle that could release the web fluid in a trolled manner, allowing Michelle to shoot webs with the same precision as his anic abilities.

  The most exg part was the web needle feature. Using advananoteology, Peter designed a sed yer of miozzles embedded within the fiips, and on multiple parts of the suit, which could shoot highly trated web needles. These web needles, when fired at high velocity, could pierce through tough surfaces and even act as projectiles in bat.

  "It's gonna be like aack," He grinned.

  He ran multiple simutions and evehe suit using a remote trol iarget area and the result was kinda devastating as the eraining field got messed up by the needles.

  "It's a success," He ughed, "Michelle will definitely love this."

  After that, he added a couple more ization.

  was the suit's system.

  Taking inspiration from his own suit's AI and the tech Tony had used in the symbiote suit, Peter began w on the suit's HUD and onboard AI.

  He embedded mieras into the suit's mask to allow for a 360-degree field of vision. He lihose to a high-speed processor he installed into the back of the suit, allowing Michelle to traemies iime, even if they were out of her line of sight. The processor also had a direct link to the web-shooters, allowing Michelle to aim and fire with pinpoint accuracy.

  , he created a stealth mode for the suit. By adjusting the nanomesh fabric, he was able to build an active camoufge system, allowing Michelle to blend into her surroundings for a brief period. It wasn't perfevisibility, but it would be enough to give her an edge in bat or avoid dete when needed.

  "Ah! I almost fot, she already has invisible power. Sigh! Oh, well, it might e in handy ter on," Peter mumbled to himself.

  Finally, he added a few personal touches. He created a heads-up dispy in the mask that would allow Michelle to receive tactical information, monitor her vitals, and access various unication els. The AI system, though rudimentary pared to Tony's, would give her live bat data, analyze enemy patterns, and offer strategic suggestions in the heat of battle.

  With the suit's funality plete, Peter focused on the suit's aesthetic. He knew Michelle wouldn't want anything too fshy, so he kept the design sleek and simple. He opted for a bd dark purple color scheme, with silver ats along the edges as a default color. The mask was simple, with narrow white lenses for the eyes and subtle silver highlights along the jawli was form-fitting but breathable, allowing for maximum fort and visibility. Peter added a spider emblem to the chest, simir to his own but sleeker, with sharp edges.

  A week had passed, and the b was a mess of wires, parts, ay energy drink s. Peter stood back, admiring his work. The suit was ready. He ran one final diagnostic check, making sure every system was funing perfectly. He did it without sleeping for aire week and almost 24 hrs of hard work every day, minus the daily ies.

  Peter took out his phone and called. Michelle, "Hey, Michelle. Got a surprise for you."

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