"Yeah, I'm fine..." he said, showing fake pain although he was completely fine now, especially when Lexi laid on top of him. He rubbed his head, looking at the ground. "I'm surprised my thick head didn't dent the floor." Peter grinned. "How about you? Are you okay?" Peter asked, getting back up, his back side covered in paint. Aunt May walked in, looking around at the messy room. "Oh my! Peter" She said giving him a look. He should have seen that coming. She would never yell at Lexi, and very rarely yelled at Peter... but since this used to be Uncle Ben's study....

"I know, I know, I'll clean all up before i got to bed tonight, i promise." he assured her, grabbing a wet towel from her arms. "I swear sometimes i think you two are 12 again..." Aunt May said sternly but gave a hint of a smile. As she left, Peter looked around the room. "Wow... one side looks great... the other looks like a piece from the art museum..." Peter said, examining the neatly painted wall, and across from it had paint splatters all over it. He looked over at Lexi, giving a shrug. "Gives the room character..." 

He wiped the paint off his arms. Glancing over at Lexi again. "I know i've been saying this all day... but... you actually do have something on your face right there..." He pointed to his cheek bone, smiling. He wanted to take off his shirt to wipe off some of the paint sticking to his back, but he didn't want to make it awkward... did she even know that he had muscle? probably not. It wouldn't surprise him. He wasnt exactly the kid who looked like he could flip cars or punch a hole through a locker.

"So... Did the Spider-Man guy show up last night? Or was he a no show?" Peter asked, already knowing the answer but had interest like any person would if they found out a super hero agreed to an interview.