One Dance 3: Illusions

25.

You both stared out of the windows on the bus at the surrounding London area.

You switched between leaning on Peter and craning your head to get a better view of the city.

"Pretty view," you commented.

"Yeah, she is."

His smile grew with each second that you stared at him with that playfully angry look.

"I'm in love with a doofus. What am I gonna do now?" you laughed.

"Love him, doofusness and all."

"I guess," you shrugged, hiding your laugh.

***

The plane ride had been long and uncomfortable, even with Peter to basically lay on.

He acted like your pillow for half the trip, and then got the same treatment back. It wasn't as fair to you though, since he had a pair of very comfortable boobs to rest his head against.

You didn't mind though, and he'd given you his jacket because you were cold. He'd been wearing it too, so it was already warm and smelled like his cologne.

"Finally, home at last," you smiled as the plane landed and drove slowly to the terminal.

Peter lifted his head from your chest and you combed through his hair quickly. He'd contracted a serious case of bedhead.

As your group began to leave the plane, Peter grabbed your bags from the overhead bin and handed them to you effortlessly.

You walked excitedly to customs, and after you were finally able to make your way back to the main entrance, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Happy was standing uncomfortably with a handwritten sign that you couldn't read, but that isn't what stopped you.

Pepper was standing only a few feet away from him, which would have been enough of a surprise if Tony wasn't also standing right next to her.

"Oh my God..." you breathed, reality finally setting in. Your dad, the one who'd been in a coma just days earlier, was walking again. He still had his cane, but that didn't matter. He was alive, awake, and not hurt.

Everyone was walking to their parents, but you were in a daze, your feet moving slowly on the floor as each step became more deliberate.

You were only a few steps from him when your bags dropped to the floor next to you.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said, opening his arms for a hug.

You hugged him silently, each finger gripping onto his shirt tighter than the last.

"Dad," you said shakily."You're okay."

"I'm so proud of you," he said quietly. "I saw the news."

You pulled away from him with glassy eyes close to tears. You were so happy; hearing those words come from Tony Stark would make anyone smile, but he was your dad too, and it was all the more important.

He squeezed your shoulder before saying, "Alright, let Peter get a hug in too."

You stepped away to see Peter standing behind you.

He wearily hugged Tony, only relaxing when he whispered something in Peter's ear. You couldn't hear it, but a smile broke out on his face and you figured Tony had probably told him he was proud of him too.

You greeted Pepper and Happy, giving them both hugs.

Happy's sign read:

WELCOME HOME Y/N AND PETER