Spiderman Far From Home (Fanfiction)~

14: Welcome to the Netherlands!

(Y/N's POV)~

I had my arm wrapped around Peter's neck as he held me for support. My side felt excruciating pain from when Beck held me over top the "Eiffel Tower". I looked over at Peter, and wondered if we were even thinking the same thing: Are we both even real?

Neither of us hadn't said anything to each other since Beck finally exposed himself to us when we thought we were talking to Fury. Beck had his drones cast just about everything we had seen in his illusion sequence all at once.

Peter and I started panicking and we kept backing up in fear as we saw everything crumble down upon us. We tried to cover our heads, but then we realized they never touched us.

Beck walked over to us and his drones followed. "It's easy to fool people when they're already fooling themselves." Beck said, and he sneered at me. "Isn't that right, Miss Stark? And for what it's worth...I'm really sorry that you and your friends will have to die."

The illusion finally dissipated and all of a sudden, a train smashed against us at high speed.

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(Beck's POV)~

"Edith..." I said as soon as I got rid of them.

"Yes, Quentin."

"Access files to Peter Parker and Y/N Starks' class trip. I need them to fly home from London."

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(Peter's POV)~

We should be dead.

But for some reason, we were both miraculously alive.

I tried to climb up to the side of the train with Y/N beside me. The top of my fingers were bloody, but I managed to stick on. I noticed Y/N had a cut on her head and it was bleeding and she was unconscious. I tried my best to hold on to her as the train moved at a very fast speed.

There was a way for me to slip inside the train, and I hauled her inside.

I grunted in pain. I was tired, and hungry, and wiped out from all that had happened. I wish I were back at home with Y/N in Stark Tower making dinner together and watching a movie or two without having to worry about anything...

I took off my mask, and let her down in a booth as gently as I could. I managed to sit down, and I looked at her. Her expression was mixed with emotions. I began questioning myself and my relationship with her.

Had every moment since we got here all been fake?

My teeth grinded. I cursed Beck for the fact that we really have been fooling ourselves, and he was enjoying every little bit of the game he had going.

I decided stop thinking. Mostly because it was finally just the two of us. I had to have her lay her head on my lap so when she'd wake up, she'd be resting on something comfortable.

I coughed when I tried to breathe in, and I felt pain all over. I had cuts and bruises on my cheek and I ended up closing my eyes, too. I held Y/N's hand and kept it in mine as we both passed out on the train.

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(Y/N's POV)~

It took me some time to wake up and realize that my head fell from Peter's shoulder. He was snoring loudly, and we were both covered in an orange tshirt that represented a country that I didn't recognize.

I tapped on Peter and he was shocked when I kept shrugging on him more. He woke up in a daze and I frowned. He looked at me confused, and noticed I was staring at something else. Peter noticed two guys staring back at us and I used Peter's shoulder to hide.

"Hi there!" a friendly inmate, wearing an orange shirt and a hat said. His face was painted red, white and blue streak.

"Where are we, Y/N?" Peter asked.

"Municipal Holding Facility!" another inmate said for me. His face was also painted.

"They said they found you both unconscious at the train yard?" the man with the hat said. He exchanged looks between us and then winked at me. "Very dangerous."

"We gave you both a shirt because you seemed very cold." a third guy spoke up that made me and Peter jump in each other's arms.

"T-thanks..." I said.

"You guys are nice." Peter also mentioned.

"You guys also speak really good English." I crossed my eyebrows in confusion.

They all hummed in agreement. "Welcome to the Netherlands!" they said in unison.

Peter was more confused. "We're in the Netherlands right now?"

"Yep!" the third guy said.

Peter and I were shocked, and we stood up from the bench quickly, forgetting we had bruises everywhere. We nearly buckled to the ground until we caught ourselves, and I held onto my left side. Peter gripped his right leg and held on to me as we hurried to the gate. "Guard?!" Peter yelled.

"The guard is on break!" the first guy who spoke up said. He smiled from ear to ear. "Probably talking to his wife!"

"Yeah...she's pregnant." the second guy said.

Suddenly, the three men were having a conversation among each other and I just rolled my eyes. "Oh, for Pete's sake..." I muttered. Peter reached over to find the lock and yanked on it, breaking us out. Peter and I stumbled out of the cell and he wrapped his arm around my neck so I could help support him.

He looked over on our way out and he stopped us. We saw the guard wearing his black face mask as he talked on the phone. Peter just shook his head and we hobbled out the jail house.

Once we stepped outside, we arrived at a small village nearby. There was a market going on, and people went about their day. We were already putting the orange tshirt the guys gave to us, and Peter let his arm go from me. He walked over to a man who was standing by and I walked closer, "Uh, excuse me, sir?" Peter asked. "Could I borrow your phone?"

"Yeah, sure!" he replied and handed his cellphone to Peter.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "People are super nice here..." I leaned over to Peter and whispered. "Peter...?"

He was waiting to figure out something and then dialed the number quickly. Peter raked his hand through his hair and I was standing there waiting. "C'mon...pickup pickup pickup..." he mumbled, and finally he gasped. "Hey! Hey! I-I messed up..." Peter said. "Y/N and I need a ride..." He waited for a moment, "Where are we?" Peter turned to the guy again, "Where are we, sir?"

"It's Broek Op Langedijk." the guy said, but since he had a strong accent, we couldn't quite make out what he said.

Peter exchanged a look with me and I shrugged, "Uh...hang on, could you say that here into there?" He held the phone back close to the man's ear.

"Hi, it's Broek Op Langedijk!" he repeated. "Yeah, no problem!"

"Thanks." Peter said and held the phone back to his ear. "Did you get that?"