Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

f o r t y - o n e

The next morning, we were heading out of the dilapidated hotel, supposedly making our way to Paris, France. Knowing everything Fury stands for, this won't end up being the case. Superheroes always came before class trips, and as much as I love Peter and his never-ending optimism for something normal, there was something up with Beck that I needed to figure out.

My vision helped confirm my suspicions, but I knew I also had to think about the possibility of doppelgangers in other dimensions, which could result in the Beck from this world's body being overtaken by the Beck from that world.

Lastly, this world's Beck had connections to Stark, and not everyone loves Stark. He may have lost his job before the blip, and it might not have been on good terms.

Besides, I'm sure the glasses Peter received have a lot more importance than what's at first glance. Nothing Stark created was ever half-assed, so they had to have access to a lot of his resources.

Walking up to Peter and Ned the next morning, I listened in on their brief conversation. It sounded like Peter was checking on him again.

"Besides, getting tranq'd in the neck by Nick Fury is probably the coolest thing to ever happen to me," Ned said, trying to downplay his excitement.

"That is pretty awesome," Peter agreed with the slightest hesitation. The two began their handshake and saw me coming up beside them. He asked me, "Did you know Fury was there?"

"Of course. As he said, 'Your girlfriend was smart enough to at least pick up the goddamn phone.' So, you're at fault there, to be honest."

"I didn't want to do any of that to begin with," Peter whined. Perking up, he added, "At least we don't have to go to Prague."

"Seriously," Ned added.

I'm just- I'm not gonna tell him. Why spoil a perfectly good reaction?

"Good news!" Mr. Harrington called out. "We're going to Prague."

Everyone's confused glances surrounded our teacher, and I was trying so hard to keep from laughing. Good job, Fury. You really pulled out all the stops for this one.

"You should've heard me on the phone with them. I really gave them hell."

"All I heard was crying," Flash called out.

We followed Mr. Harrington out to find a nice-looking tour bus. Dmitri stood at its open door, holding a sign that said "Midtown High." Following behind him were many comments of surprise and excitement at the upgrade.

"Peter, (Y/N), what's going on?" Ned asked.

"I- I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation," Peter said with a sigh.

"Oh, c'mon," I jumped in, throwing up a hand. "You had to have seen this coming."

"Awesome," Ned finished.

Patting Peter's back in consolation, I smiled and led the both of us over to the bus to get on.

The bus rolled through the mountains of Austria, and I decided to go bother Peter. He was scrolling through his phone on some BuzzFeed article.

Plopping down in the chair next to him, I asked, "What're you looking at?"

The phone clicked off fast, and he said, "Nothing important."

I hummed to show I didn't believe him, and leaned my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I felt his head shift downwards and he leaned slightly to grab the glasses case resting on the top of his bookbag.