Author's Note: Hey, everyone! I'm so excited to post this story. It is my first attempt at a story having superheroes and comic books, so I'm hoping I do okay with this. For anyone who knows that I have some stories on hold, sorry that I have not been able to update thanks to school and then later causing me to have some trouble getting in the writing mood for them. However, I am feeling inspired to try this and I hope you all like it. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Amazing Spider-Man, Iron Man, Avengers, or anything else that is said/used in this chapter. They all are owned by Marvel, Disney, Sony, and companies that I can't seem to name off the top of my head. All I have is the OC.

06/13/2016 Update: So here is the new revamped chapter. I hope it now goes smoothly and after really paying close attention to detail I actually like how this chapter turned out. Unfortunately I have also deleted the previous chapters from this but as I've said, it's just to keep the flow of this the way I now want to see it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this and give me some feedback on what you've thought! :)

New York

Many people would wonder how the hell did my life become the way it is now. Sure, being the adopted daughter of the world's famous billionaire genius—who was also the world's most famous superhero—had always made my life different. And it certainly wasn't that I was also one of the youngest S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the history of the agency—it totally caught my father by surprise that I was an agent since I was a child. So, no, my life hadn't drastically changed because of something I did; it was more of a certain someone entering my life to turn it upside-down—no pun intended to said someone. My life changed the day my father had us officially relocate to New York.

Everyone in the company knew that the boss had to do what was best for the company but what I didn't like was that I was in my last year of high school and I had to transfer. I had always lived in Los Angeles and Malibu after I was adopted. Pepper Potts, my father's former personal assistant, current business associate/CEO of Stark Industries and girlfriend, had her hands tied in either convincing my father to letting us stay in California or that she'd stay with me and handle everything from the West Coast, but it was completely impossible. So, I had no other option: I had to move and I didn't want to do that at all. But if we hadn't moved to New York, I probably never would have met a boy that changed my life and everything else with it. I never would have met Peter Parker.

However, I should start from the beginning. It all started when we moved to New York—an entire eight months after the incident with a psychotic Asgardian named Loki who wanted to rule Earth. Thankfully the Avengers—a group of select individuals that consisted of my father, the Hulk, Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye, and Black Widow—stopped him and saved what was left of Manhattan. I suppose that was another reason why I didn't want to move to New York, the idea of all the craziness that happened there freaked me out and I was still shaken up after that. Even though I wasn't part of the Avengers, I was still able to help the others as much as I could and nearly lost my father in the process. I thought that a couple years ago when he was kidnapped but managed to come back to us would have been the last time. However, when Pepper and I found out about him creating a robotic suit to be some sort of defender of the innocent, we thought it was just another one of Tony's insane ideas. Tony, and his stubborn nature, thought we overthink things and believed everything would be fine but he also knew that we just worry for him—me mostly since he was the only family I had. Adopted parent or not, Tony Stark was someone I grew to really care about.

Looking at the huge penthouse apartment that we were living in, I kept thinking that I was in some sort of bad dream and I was waiting to wake up. Unfortunately, it wasn't a bad dream—everything was real and right now I was getting ready to leave with Pepper to go finish registering at my new high school. Pepper thought that I would have been better off back in private school, Tony thought otherwise. He believed that I would do fine at Midtown Science, a school that was making me want to gag from just the name alone. If I had it my way, I would have chosen to be home schooled instead; I really didn't want to start over again at a new school. I didn't really feel comfortable around people my age, not after what I had been through or with my last name shadowing me like some ominous cloud. But, of course, Tony had other plans for me.

Sighing, I finished brushing my straight dark hair and then finished off by applying my mascara. I didn't feel like putting much makeup on today, it didn't really seem necessary. Pepper and I were just going to finish the school registration and then run some errands most of the afternoon. When I was finished, I went to my closet and took out my gray coat—one of the few coats and jackets that I had barely begun placing in my closet. Everything just seemed so rushed: I barely had any sleep from the plane ride over here, barely had time to unpack my belongings and I barely had time to get my new dog settled in to our new apartment. Tony didn't want us to get a pet in the first place but he got me a German Shepherd puppy just so I could have some form of a companion until I stopped being anti-social with people in the new school—at least that was how he saw it. I slipped on the coat and looked at myself in the mirror again; I was a petite seventeen-year-old, standing at five-foot-four with an athletic frame but had the necessary curves, porcelain skin, blue eyes and a very youthful face—something that didn't help too much when it comes to being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

"Alison." I heard a muffled voice say, followed by three knocks on the door.

"Yes?" I asked, going over to the door, opened it and saw Pepper on the other side.

"Are you ready? We need to head over to the school and Happy already has the car ready for us," she said, holding a folder with my information in one hand and her cellphone in the other.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I nodded, showing her that I was fully dressed and had my shoes on.

"Great! And I must say that your outfit looks really cute today," she smiled warmly.

"Thanks, Pepper," I smiled back, glancing down at my simple outfit of skinny jeans, black and white converse, gray and black striped long sleeved V-neck shirt, and gray coat.

She herself looked pretty professional with her attire: slacks with a light gray blouse—neatly ironed—flats and her red hair tied up in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She stood at five-foot-seven with a heart-shaped face, but had very strong facial features, and yet still had femininity to it. If it weren't her day off today, I would have thought she was going to work.

"I have everything with me, do you have what you need?" she asked, always thinking and looking out for me.

"Yes, Pepper, I have everything." I went over to my dresser and grabbed my purse, showing it to her.

"Good, now let's get going because we have a very busy day today." She walked away from the door, her flats clanking on the hardwood floor. Ever since she and my father began dating, Pepper didn't wear heels as often since the both of them were roughly the same height—Tony only being two inches taller. However, I did feel a bit better sometimes when she didn't around me as well—I was already short and standing next to her made me appear pretty tiny.

"I'm still not looking forward to attending a new school," I sighed, following her into the living room where my puppy was in his playpen. I wished I could take him with us; Happy could look after him in the car while we were in the office but Tony wasn't too keen on the idea of the dog being in the car all the time.

"Believe me, sweetie, I know you don't but you have to finish up your education," Pepper said, going over to check if there was enough water in my puppy's, Charlie's, bowl.

"I've already put water in there for him," I spoke up, causing her to look my way.

"Sorry, I just had to check. This little guy is so quiet all the time but when he just sees us, he gets so jumpy." She smiled at him and walked over to me.

"I think that's because he knows we're going out," I glanced over to him, seeing his big brown eyes looking so bright. "Can't we take him with us?"

"Honey, you know your dad doesn't really want him in the car," she said and walked over to the door, her keys in hand. "But I promise that later you and I can go take him for a long walk."

"You are aware that I am more than capable of locking the door for you, Ms. Potts," the computerized voice of the apartment's artificial intelligence, Jarvis, spoke up. My father mostly used Jarvis originally but he felt like it was okay to share him in the "home environment."

"I know that, Jarvis, but it's a habit that I can't kick," Pepper said. "I'm just taking the keys with me so I can open the door when we get back."

"Jarvis can open it for us, too," I commented, receiving a playful glare from Pepper.

"Come on, you; we have to get this thing finished at your new school." She opened the door, waiting for me to walk out.

"Jarvis, please make sure Charlie is fine while we're gone," I requested, hesitating by the doorway.

"I'll do the best I can for your puppy, Miss Stark," Jarvis responded, although I wasn't sure if that calmed me.

"Thank you." I glanced one last time at my puppy and walked out of the apartment.

Pepper closed the door and before she could put the key in, the clicking sound of the lock indicated that Jarvis locked the door. "Well, I guess that's taken care of," she muttered, putting the key in her purse and we both walked over to the elevator.

"I really don't want to go, Pepper," I moaned, hating that I was practically whining as I pushed the down button for the elevator.

"Oh, Alison, you are so much like Tony that it scares me," she sighed, sounding almost exasperated.

"I'm sorry but…I can't help it." I bit my lip, a bad habit of mine to show whenever I was nervous. "I'm just not ready to start over again."

"Trust me, honey: everything will be fine. We're only here for one year and before you know it, you'll be off at college and you can go to any one you want back in California." She looked up and walked in, with me close behind her.

"That's what I'm planning to do," I confessed. "And do whatever I want."

"Although, I think we both know that Tony would rather you join the family business," she smirked, watching the numbers count back.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah…I'm not so sure if I'm ready to take over Stark Industries. I know Tony kind of had no choice, but I'm not sure if that's for me."

"You know how Tony is—well, now ever since what happened to him years ago."

I nodded, glancing at the door as it finally slides open. Pepper and I walked out of the elevator, through the lobby and out the door where the doorman greeted us.

"Good morning, ladies," he smiled, tipping his hat to us.

"Good morning," Pepper smiled back.

"Good morning," I timidly said. It was different to have this; back in California we lived in a Malibu beachside mansion—no doormen at all. Only Jarvis.

Walking a bit further away from the door was my father's chauffeur and bodyguard, Happy Hogan. Happy, who used to be a former boxer but would usually lose, began working for my father a little after he adopted me and he would always look out for all of us.

"Hi, Happy," I greeted, slowly walking over to the car.

"Come on, Alison," Pepper said, walking ahead of me. "If you don't get in this car, Happy might have to drag you in."

"He touches me, I'm telling Tony," I retorted.

"Oh yes, the very overprotective father card. As if I haven't heard that one before," Happy said, opening the back passenger door for Pepper and me.

"It's always kept boys away," I quipped, walking over to Pepper.

"And there she goes again with that one," he muttered. "But she's got a point."

I nodded, glancing at him while Pepper got in the car first and then got in after. Happy closed the door and lightly jogged over to the driver's side.

"Are you still upset about what happened with that dance you planned to go to?" Pepper asked, her motherly tone coming back in.

"Kind of," I muttered admittedly, looking out the window as Happy started the car and slowly eased into the New York traffic. "I mean, my father is Tony Stark: billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist—though he has slowly stopped being a playboy—and Iron Man. It just intimidates everyone I meet. Not to mention, it also earned me a lot of fake friends."

"Honey, Tony apologized for that and helped you keep the real friends that you have—"

"More like had," I interrupted her, remembering that I felt equally awkward around those so-called 'friends,' too.

"And I'm sure you can do the same here in New York," she finished, ignoring that I interrupted her.

"Yeah, with that bright personality you have, I'm sure you'll make lots of friends," Happy said, no sarcasm in his voice at all.

"If you guys say so," I muttered, looking out of the window.

"So just the school and then a couple of errands, Pepper?" Happy asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

"Yes, it's nothing but a day full of school related activities," Pepper said, looking at her phone.

I continued looking out the window and took out my earbuds to listen to my music. Pepper knew how I'd get sometimes when I needed some alone time; she did wish I wouldn't resort to it but it was a good way to help me relax. Just listening to the relaxing music on my phone and watching the scenery change outside seemed like a good thing right now. As I kept looking out the window, I noticed something that quickly caught my attention. Seeing that Happy stopped the car, I rolled down the window, took out my phone and snapped a picture of the design before he started driving off.

"What did you take a picture of, Alison?" Pepper asked as I rolled up the window and looked over at the picture.

"This really cool looking design of a spider," I answered, not taking my eyes off of the picture, and removed my earbuds.

It was graffiti art and I'd see a lot of it back home but this one was different. It was a spider—a red spider—designed with its legs having sharp lines and edges, and making it almost look like an important symbol.

When I finally showed Pepper the image, she looked at it with a puzzled look. "Huh, that's funny. There seems to be a lot of this around here."

"You've seen this before?" I asked, looking at the image again.

"Of course, when Tony and I got here last month, we've seen a lot of it."

"This looks familiar, though," I mused, thinking back to where I've seen it myself.

"You two talking about that spider drawing that's on almost every building here?" Happy asked, glancing at us through the rearview mirror.

"Yes Happy," Pepper answered, while I was too busy thinking over about where I had seen this spider design before.

"That is the sign of Spider-Man," he said, switching lanes.

"Spider-Man?" I asked, looking up at him for the first time since I took the picture.

"Yeah, he's like some sort of 'protector of the innocent' here in New York," he answered, glancing at me through his rear view mirror and cut the engine. "And we're here."

I was confused for a moment and then looked out the window to see that we were at the school. "No, wait, I want to hear more about this Spider-Man."

"Sorry, Alison, but we have to get inside and get this done," Pepper said as Happy got out of the car and jogged over to my side of the car to open the door.

I sighed, "Fine," and grabbed my things.

As I stepped out of the car I took in the building in front of me. It looked like any other ordinary school: tall buildings, green grass and trees everywhere to make it look pretty, benches around for students to sit, and the welcome sign that always seemed to give off the week's announcements. On the outside it didn't really seem like a science only school—unless they just gave it the name to seem like it was meant for one subject. However, despite it looking ordinary, it still felt intimidating; I wasn't sure how in the world I could handle this place by myself.

"Ready to head in?" Pepper asked, breaking me away from my examinations.

"Yeah, I suppose I am," I answered, feeling even more nervous as Pepper began walking and I followed close behind.

As we walked in, I noticed a couple of students walking around; perhaps these were the ones that had a free period. I looked around the hall, checking out the various posters that were posted on the walls. Basketball, debate team, chess club…just so many different things everywhere.

"This school definitely has a lot of different activities here, doesn't it?" Pepper mused, glancing at me.

"Yeah, it does," I agreed, looking around still.

When we reached the office, we asked to see the principal and went straight away to getting everything set up. The principal, Mr. Marks, was very impressed with my transcripts and my high grades; he believed that I was the "kind of student Midtown Science needed." Of course, I felt like that could have been a huge load of crap because I was more than positive that there were students that were either just as smart or smarter than I am. Although, I find the latter might not be true. It usually was hard to find someone smarter than me; I usually took comfort in the fact that Tony, Bruce Banner and a few others helped with that. After a while, he just seemed to drone on and on about how amazing it was to have a Stark attend his school; it was all too much for me to handle so I decided to excuse myself out of the office by saying that I had to use the restroom.

"Okay, why don't you take care of that and I'll take care of this," Pepper said, knowing that I was incredibly bored thanks to the principal.

"All right, I'll be back as fast as I can, Pepper," I smiled, getting up from my seat, and walked out of both the principal's and main office.

I let out a sigh of relief when I made it outside to the courtyard. Walking around, I was taking in the scenery this place had to offer. Trees, flowers and cute little squirrels running around. It seemed so peaceful, like there wasn't anything that could ruin it. Although, I was pretty sure that there might be some fights here and there to ruin this atmosphere. As I continued to walk around, I saw someone crouched down by a bush. I was sure that it wasn't that big of a deal but I couldn't help myself from being curious about what this person was doing. It was a boy with brown hair and if his back wasn't facing me I could have made out more of his features. I wanted to get a better look but it was almost like he knew I was staring at him; he stopped whatever it was that he was doing and turned around to look where I was standing.

I tensed and looked somewhere else, walking in the other direction so he wouldn't see me, but I was certain that I was too late. That boy saw me. Way to go, Alison, I scolded myself. I hadn't even started school and I already might have freaked out one of the students here. It seemed like instead of being known as Tony Stark's "normal" adoptive daughter, I might now be known as Tony Stark's creepy adoptive daughter that just stares at people.

I walked a bit further along near the trees, hoping that I was a little further away from the boy I saw. I only caught a glimpse of his face and noticed that he was kind of cute. Not that I'd be able to date right now anyway. With my line of work and my overprotective father, I didn't have time to date. Not to mention it was never easy to find anyone that could ever understand or shared the same life experiences.

As I continued to walk, I didn't notice the skateboard on the ground and tripped over it. I was about to hit the concrete face first until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, stopping my fall. Gasping, I was shocked. Who could've made it so quickly to where I was to save me from falling? Well, "save me" seemed like a bit too much but at least I wouldn't have to make up an excuse to Pepper about any possible scratches. My rescuer straightened me up and then slowly backed away.

"That was a really close call," a male voice said behind me.

"Yeah, that was. Um, thank you," I said, turning around and looked to see that it was the same boy I was staring at earlier.

I tensed, getting nervous again; I didn't want this guy to think I was some weird girl that stared at people too much. Biting my lip, I kept my mouth shut—hoping that he might not ask why I was staring at him earlier.

"Uh, are you all right?" he asked, sounding concerned. "You look pretty nervous about something."

"I'm really sorry for staring earlier," I blurted, feeling my eyes widening from the sudden outburst.

"Oh," he chuckled, waved it off. "Don't worry about that. I'm used to people staring or just ignoring me while I'm taking pictures." He held up his camera that was hung from a strap on hiss shoulder.

"You're a photographer?" I asked, looking with such curiosity rather than distain at the camera. The paparazzi wouldn't dare hide out at local high schools, right?

"Kind of. I mean, I'm not really a professional but I do take a lot of pictures. And I'm also the school's photographer," he said.

I nodded, slowly feeling comfortable again. I looked up at him, noticing that he was really cute. He was tall—probably around six feet—had a strong jawline, straight nose; his face appeared to make him look so much like a late teenager, just entering into adulthood—something I wished I had. However, I couldn't look away from his eyes; deep chocolate brown that could make any girl's heart melt.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry I hadn't properly introduced myself," he apologized, holding out his hand to me, and smiled an adorable smile. "I'm Peter Parker."

"Hi, I'm Alison Stark," I smiled back, placing my hand in his, and shook them.

His eyes squinted a bit in confusion as he let go of my hand. "Stark? Wait, you're Tony Stark's daughter, aren't you?"

I nodded, instantly regretting ever saying my last name to him and suppressed a sigh, "Yes, I am Tony Stark's daughter." Here we go…

"Wow, it's a pleasure to actually meet you," he said, looking and sounding genuine about it. "There were rumors going around that you were going to school here in New York but I didn't think you would attend our school. It's really awesome."

"I-it is?" I asked, feeling a bit confused by this. "Most of the time people just run as soon as they hear that I'm a Stark."

"Really? Why would they?" he questioned, confused. "I mean, your father is one of the few billionaires that is actually willing to use clean energy resources in his new building. Not many people seem to realize who great that'll be for the world's future."

I tried with great difficulty not to smile at what he just said—it was the exact same thing Tony and I were saying when he first came up with the idea of it for the Stark Tower.

"Yes, but some people aren't really fond of the other thing about my father," I countered a bit quietly.

"You mean how he's Iron Man?" he quirked a brow.

"That would be it," I answered, quietly clicking my tongue against my teeth. "Most people think that Iron Man can cause more harm than good."

"Well, I wouldn't be sure since he pretty much saved New York in the spring."

"It wasn't just him, you know," I smirked, thinking back to that day. Of course when I was there I used a camouflage devise to help disguise myself so others didn't recognize me. I still felt really proud about that.

"Yeah, I know that but it doesn't mean that Tony Stark should cause fear or intimidation in others anymore," he said, reaching down and picked up the skateboard off the ground. The same skateboard I tripped on.

"Wait a sec, is that your skateboard?" I asked, eying it as I thought back to what happened not long ago.

"Um, yeah," he chuckled nervously, slipping off his backpack and placed his skateboard between the straps of it. "I left it here thinking that no one was going to come near this part of the courtyard at all."

I nodded slowly, thinking again about how I remembered that Peter was a little more than twenty feet away from where I was walking. "That's weird."

"What is?" He looked at me curiously.

I forgot that I spoke out loud; there really wasn't much for me to get out of this. "How did you get over to me so fast? I mean, you were, like, nowhere near me at all."

"Oh, that." He cleared his throat. "Well, when you looked away I was a bit curious since you're obviously new here, and I guess I just couldn't look away from you."

It was difficult to believe that since it did seem true. Thanks to my training with S.H.I.E.L.D. I was able to spot liars a mile away, and it was difficult right now with Peter Parker. There was something about Peter that made it difficult to read him and I wasn't sure why. I didn't dwell on it that much longer, maybe there wasn't much of a chance that I'd get to know Peter Parker during the school year. This high school was pretty big and it might not be possible that I'd see him so often.

"Um, well, thanks—I suppose," I smiled shyly.

"So, it'll be your first day here soon?" he asked, grabbing his camera and played with the settings on it.

"Yeah, I'm starting tomorrow," I answered, watching his hands on the camera. "My dad's girlfriend is inside getting my stuff set for me. I was there for a while but Principal Marks was…I guess praising my accomplishments too much. Not really into that."

He nodded. "Well, I'm sure they're finished by now. If you want, I can walk you back to the office?"

"Sure, I'd like that," I smiled, thinking it was a nice of him to do this and how surprised I was at how comfortable I was around Peter.

Peter picked up his backpack and skateboard, and we started walking out of the courtyard. It was strange being around another boy, or pretty much anyone around my age. Whenever that'd happen, someone would just ask questions about my father or how much money I had, or how it was like living with Iron Man. I was hopeful that it would be a quiet school year.

"So, how long have you been in New York?" he asked, still having his camera in his hands.

"I just got here last night," I sighed quietly. "I'm still tired and haven't done much unpacking because my dad wants us to get the important things finished first."

"Just curious, does he ever sleep?" He looked at me, brow raised with a lot of curiosity. "You know, since he's having you get a lot of stuff done and you haven't slept well. If that's okay for me to ask."

I thought about it and slowly realized that Tony hadn't really been sleeping properly anymore. Sure, he didn't really sleep much before but recently Tony would be up in the middle of the night and well into the morning. "He does but not for long," I answered, hoping to just leave it at that.

"Well, I'm sure one day he can try to relax and take a much needed break," he suggested.

I scoffed, "Sorry but for a while I'd suggest that to my dad, he won't really do it. Maybe a bit later but…I don't see it happening any time soon."

He nodded again, and held up his camera to face me. I was stunned but smiled as best as I could before the flash went off. Once it was taken, he pulled the camera away from his face and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, I can't help myself sometimes. The lighting and setting was perfect and you looked really nice," he said, realizing what he had done and his brown eyes widened. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I won't do it again without your consent."

"Don't worry, you just caught me off guard," I shrugged. At least it wasn't like the one time where I was ambushed by paparazzi—that was definitely bad.

"I really mean it, though. I don't want you to think that I'll be one of those guys that'll give this up to the media or anything like that."

"Were you planning to do that?" I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him an accusing look.

"Um, no. I-I-I really wasn't going to do it. I swear—I really won't do it again," he stammered nervously.

"Hey, it's okay. I was only kidding," I told him, uncrossing my arms and felt a little bad for messing around like that with him. "You seem too much of a nice guy to do that to someone."

"Okay, because you really scared me with that," he sighed in relief and laughed weakly. "It's kind of scary now when I think of your father."

"I thought people shouldn't fear or be intimidated by my father anymore?" I asked, repeating what Peter said earlier, and smirked.

"No, I know that they shouldn't but how I've never really met the man—it seems like he's one of those fathers that's pretty protective of their daughters," he admitted, slowly coming to a stop.

I noticed that we were really close to the main office. How did I not realize this? I was usually alert and aware of my entire surroundings—well, I was always alert and aware until I ran into Peter. There was something about this Peter Parker that seemed to make me nearly forget that—hopefully Pepper didn't find out.

"Well, you got that right. Tony is very protective of me," I admitted, saying Tony's actual name for the first time in front of Peter. It wasn't often I called him by his first name in front of others that weren't in the tight circle of people I'd trust.

"Do you know why that is?" he asked, curious.

Before I could answer him, I heard my name being called. "Alison!"

Turning around, I saw Pepper standing by the office door and looking in our direction.

"One second," I said, turning back to Peter. "I'd better go. My…mother of sorts is ready for us to go get the rest of our errands finished."

"Yeah, it's fine. It's perfectly understandable," Peter said, giving me a crooked smile. "Um, I'll see you tomorrow. Well, that is if I see you tomorrow."

I shrugged, "You never know. Things happen," I smiled. "See you later, Peter."

"See you, Alison." His smiled never wavered one bit.

I walked over to Pepper, who was smiling kindly to Peter. When I reached her, she linked our arms, and we walked to the school's entrance. Glancing behind me, I saw Peter still standing there and smiled at him again—which he returned.

"So, who's your new friend?" Pepper asked when we were earshot away from Peter.

"His name is Peter." And I must say, I wasn't much against the idea of having Peter Parker as a friend at all.

Author's Note (06/13/16): Well, that was the new revamped first chapter, I hope you all liked it every much. Please make sure you favor, follow and review this. I already have the second revamped chapter finished and plan to post it next Wednesday. Aside from this chapter, I'm planning to post most of my revamped chapters every Wednesday until I have the official new chapter finished. If there are any questions on anything, PM me and I'll be sure to respond. Again, I really hope you all liked this, please make sure to leave a review— I'm totally nervous about this revamping and I'm hoping you all enjoy everything that I'm trying with it :)