FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕 | harry halloween

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘
Harry Halloween

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THE MONTH OF OCTOBER FLEW BY AS PETER AND ISLA HUNG OUT ALMOST EVERY DAY.

Or 'studied' if you were to ask Ms Vane as she did her weekly checkups on the girl. It was the only way she could loop around her as no one wanted to watch anyone study for hours on end.

Not to mention that Peter started volunteering at the old folks home with her, the two being an absolute slapstick duo as they cracked up the elders during Bingo nights together.

It was October 31st, Isla's favourite holiday of the year, well more the only holiday she could participate in without feeling deep sorrow. Christmas was too sad because people spent it exchanging gifts with their family, something she never had and Easter where people spent it with their family without exchanging gifts, which Isla found especially sad.

But you didn't need a family for Halloween, you just needed a costume and a sack and go from door to door, begging for candy like an orphan.

She and Peter planned on going to a party hosted by Harry, a friend that Peter made in school a few weeks back. Isla was looking forward to meeting the man but a part of her thought that Peter was making the guy up as a weird way to impress her or something.

Isla knocked on the door three times before it swung open. She furrowed her brows at the sight of Peter, not even being able to decipher what his Halloween costume was. "And what are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Han Solo!" Peter told her, twirling his toy gun around his finger.

She titled her head to the left, the costume design suddenly looking a lot clearer to her as she had gotten a better look at the belt of weapons that clung to his waist and down his leg. "I can see that actually, y'know if this wasn't so obviously Ben's vest coat." She said, picking at the vest coat that was almost two times the size of Peter.

Peter pried her fingers off of him. "You don't look any better. What are you supposed to be, the colour blue? Thought you hated the colour."

Isla scowled and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm a Powerpuff girl."

"Buttercup?" Peter guessed smugly, referring to the girl's indifferent attitude.

"Didn't know you were comic of the hour."

Isla rolled her eyes, ignoring Peter's incessant giggles as she walked into his apartment. She smiled at the sight of May and Ben snuggled up on the couch, watching Hocus Pocus on the TV with a bowl of popcorn stuffed in between them. The couple turned their attentions away from the TV towards the door, smiling at the sight of the familiar girl.

"Oh, Isla you look amazing," May said as she jumped up from her chair to hug her. "You still on for thanksgiving?"

Isla nodded. "Course I am."

"What are you?" Ben asked her, his hand leisurely hanging off the back of the sofa. "Alice in the wonderland? A schoolgirl?"

"Bubbles." She told him with a tight-lipped smile. Was her costume really that indistinguishable?