Peter was chilling in the kitchen eating cereal and scrolling through his phone when Wanda walked in wearing a dress, that Peter couldn't help but realize was one of his. "I like your dress, Wanda." Wanda smiled as she grabbed herself the kettle to make her tea. I know we don't do it like that is the US but I want to do t this way in honor or Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston, and Benenedict Cucumberbatch. "Thanks, Pete. I just got it as a gift from Clint. It's from the new summer line of PSCC." Peter smiled at her, knowing full well he designed the dress for her. Of course, she didn't know that. When he finished his breakfast, he went back to his rooms and sketched up a new dress. He put the StarkTab in his messenger bag that also had his suit and his camera because he had a part-time job as a photographer for some newspaper. "Hey, I'm going out," He called as the elevator doors closed. Suddenly his watch chimed. He looked at it, for it to be a text from his mom. "Hey, where you going?" He rolled his eyes. "Nowhere special, just work." Technically not a lie. "You have a StarkTab in your bag. Don't forget it's there, please put it in your room when you're home." He smiled. "I will, thanks for telling me." The elevator chimed and Peter couldn't get out of the lobby fast enough. He hired a cab to his workshop when he kept all his fabrics. He would come up with a dress, make one while writing down his process, send his process to his employees, who would mass produce but still hand make the design and sell them in stores. He spent about three hours on this one, and when he was done it still didn't feel right. It was a casual dress, but it didn't feel right to him. He tried a couple more things, guessing and checking. Until, suddenly, the idea came to him. He pulled the bow he just put on off, grabbed some scissors and ran over to his sewing machine. He grabbed the dress off the mannequin and began to make alterations. He wrote down the last thing and took the now jumpsuit off the mannequin and into a box. He then put his messenger bag back over his shoulders and headed to one of his warehouses. He opened the door proudly. People saw him and stopped their work, standing up. They knew the dresses they had yet to finish would become irrelevant as soon as the new pattern was out. "Hey, guys! I've got a new jumpsuit pattern, so I'm just going to photocopy the  instructions and then you guys are on!" After doing as he said, Peter put on his suit in an alley and got some pictures of him found Spider-Man thing as he swung back to the tower. He swung into his window and lied down on his bed. One hell of a day. He took the box out of his bag and changed back into his science pun T-shirt and jeans, running down to his Aunt's quarters. He knocked on the door and a few minutes later, she opened the door, her brown hair pulled back. She was wearing a dress he made but she cut it at the waist to make it a shirt. "Hey, Aunt Val! I know you don't really do dresses that often, so I got you something else because last time I got you a dress you cut it into a shirt so, uh, here." He handed her toe box and she took out the jumpsuit. She held it against herself. "I love it, thank you. If you see your Aunt tell her to come down here so I can-" Peter cuts her off. "I don't need to hear about you and Aunt Carol's weird sex things. I'll tell her you to need her." Valkyrie laughed and ruffled his hair. "See ya later kid." He laughed and went up to the communal floor to work on his homework due on Monday.

The dress he made for Wanda:

The jumpsuit he made for Valkyrie:

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A few days later, across the newspaper was a spread about PSCC. "PSCC genius revealed!" It read across. The pictures included him going to his workshop and him going into the warehouse. He paled and dropped the newspaper. Steve and Bucky were sitting across from him, eating their eggs. Steve raised an eyebrow. "The press find out about your little secret?" Peter's eyes bugged out. "You knew?!" Bucky nodded his head. "Peter I'm an assassin super spy. Nat and Clint know too. We just like to see your work and how you give things to free to some of us. Clint is loving the sweatshirt you made him." Peter rolled his eyes. Nat walked in. Peter picked up the newspaper and threw it into the table. "I can't believe I was so careless that I let the press find out. I just wanted to build an enigma and be dramatic. But no, Peter has to be outed by the fucking New Yorker." Steve chuckled and read the headline. "Wait, holy shit that's you?" Steve picked up the newspaper and Peter let out a soft laugh. Yeah. I have a workshop where I make them, then I send out He patterns to my warehouses and they make it for the stores. The ones I personally make always goes to you guys. Like that onesie I made you, or the shirt I made Aunt Gamora, or the dress I made for Aunt Carol. Oh shit, I have to find Mom she's gonna freak." Peter snatched the newspaper from Steve and went to the elevator. "FRIDAY take me to mom." The elevator dinged and Peter ran over to his mom's room. He knocked. "Come in." Peter pushed the door open. "What's up." He tossed the paper on her desk. She gasped when she read t. "Honey is this true?" She looked up at her, her red hair falling out from behind her ears. She stood and walked over to him. She placed one of her hands on each shoulder. He nodded, feeling very small. She hugged him. "I'm so proud of you, маленький паук" Haha bitches you thought it was Pepper didn't you. Gotcha hoes. "Thank you мама паук."

The onesie he designed for Steve:

The sweatshirt he designed for Clint:

The shirt he made for Gamora:

The dress he made for Carol: