Emerald

Eight.

"Petrol and toilets." Dimitri called. "Ten minutes!"

"Flash Mob, this is what we doing out here..." Flash said... yet again, live-streaming.

"Do you ever stop with that crap?!" Poet growled, slapping his phone out of his hands. "The only people in your 'flash-mob' are the people on this trip!" Flash looked dead into the camera.

"She's on her period."

"I will kill you." Peter exits the bus, but is stopped by Dimitri.

"What?" He huffed. Dimitri gestures to a building with an open door when a stern-looking woman in all black is waiting.

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"Hello." Peter said cautiously.

"Close the door." The female Agent said, a slight accent, and he closes the door.

"Um... I'm Peter Parker." He said, holding out his hand for the woman to shake.

"Take off your clothes." She instructs, refusing his hand.

"Excuse me?"

"You told Fury Spider-Man cannot be seen in Europe. So I made you this." She grabs a black folded suit from her bag - another suit.

"Oh, uh, thank you." He takes the suit "I'm sure it fits fine I don't need to try-'

"Take off your clothes." She repeates insistently.

"Okay..." he sets down his backpack... "Sure." ... andhe begins to unbutton his pants. "It's a little embarrassing."

"Now! Hurry up!" She pressed.

"This is weird." The door opens and Brad enters. The agent reaches for her gun. Peter quickly stops her from shooting Brad. "No, no, no. Don't-"

"Woah!" Brad said.

"Uh..."

"Sorry? Uh, I thought this was the bathroom." He excused.

"This is not what it looks like. Just-" Peter said, panicked.

"Yeah." He scoffs, taking a picture.

"What're you doing?"

"I'll leave you two alone." He said, turning and leaving. The agent pulls out her gun and points it at Brad's back as he leaves.

"Oh my god. Don't shoot anybody! Brad!" He yells, pulling up his pants as he runs out the door. "It's not what it looks like, buddy!" He follows Brad outside, zipping up his pants. "Hey, man, look, that's-"

"Look, Peter, I'm not here to judge your life's choices, dude. If you wanna hook up with some random European chick on our school trip, that's on you." Brad said.

"No, that's not what that was. Honestly."

"I can't pretend I didn't see what I just saw. I know you're trying to get with Poet. It's obvious. But I like her too, so..."

"Wait a minute. Hey, hey. You cannot show her that photo, dude. C'mon." He bargained.

"I'm sorry, man. I have to. She deserves the truth." With that, he turns to walk back to the bus. Mr. Dell came out of the bathroom.

"Okay, put your one foot in front of the other, and everybody back on the bus." He said.

"It's been ten minutes. Let's go!" Mr. Harrison called, rounding everyone up.

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Poet was sat next to Brad on the bus. Not but choice, but by circumstance. She's not talking to him, despite his advances, but singing to the theme to breakfast club. Literally her favourite movie of all time, ever. Peter saw them, and hoped she never saw that photo. He saw Poet pull out her phone, and within seconds, he got a text.

Poet - "Rescue me :,( !!!!!"

He smiled to himself for a moment, before pulling out E.D.I.T.H.

"E.D.I.T.H?" He muttered.

"Hello, Peter. How can I help you?" She answered.

"Hey! Um... there's this guy in my class who's cutting in on everything I wanna do with Poet..."

"Peter, I'm having difficulty hearing you. Can you please speak up?"

"Um... Brad Davis, he has a photo of me. And I can't let Poet see it-"

"Did you just say Poet?" She asked.

"Yeah..."

"Did you mean, 'Mini Maximoff'?"

"Yes! Yes."

"I see." E.D.I.T.H went silent for a moment, and Peter then noticed Poet was looking up at him. "Mini Maximoff had been notified, and will be removed from danger, and the rest will be taken care of."

"What the hell are you doing?" Peter jumped, not expecting Poet to be stood over him. "Why did I get a code red alert from E.D.I.T.H, telling me to find my closest exit and flee the vicinity?"

"You told me to... to rescue you." He said, hoping she'd fall for the lie.

"I didn't mean do that." She huffed. "But... I appreciate it. Hey, I didn't know that Mr Stark left them for you. I guess you were his favourite intern."

"Uh, yeah. I guess so."

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The bus pulls past a parking lot, and as it does so, all Poet can see is a large building in the city with a large mural commemorating Tony Stark. She smiled slightly at how it seemed the whole world was honouring his memory. However, the sky quickly became dark and they finally arrived. Two men in suits pull open the doors for the class, and it's rather fancy inside. Like nowhere they'd ever been before. There was even a piano and pianoman in reception.

"Wow, this place is so classy." Poet said in awe.

"What can I say?" Mr. Harrington shrugged. "The squeaky wheel gets the upgrade grease. Uh, everyone get settled in, rest up because tonight, big surprise, is Prague's annual Carnival of Lights!" He gestures excitedly to a poster advertising the festival. Peter walked away from the group, and Poet watched him go. Something was wrong. She hadn't listened to a word Mr. Harrington was saying until Peter rejoined the group. He sent her a smile, but she just frowned, worried. "The good new is, we've all got our own rooms."

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At the very last minute, Mr. Harrington had a change of plans.

"Good news. We're going to the opera!" Some students are confused and a bit upset, and Poet just huffs.

"I knew I should've stayed in bed." She sighed.

"Hey, you're doing great." Mj smiled, looking like she was extremely proud of her. "You're already out. Just one thing at a time."

"What's the matter?" Ned asked.

"Nothing." Poet said, brushing it off.

"It's not nothing, Poet." MJ argued. "She had a small panic attack in the room."

"Great." Peter gave her a look.

"You had a panic attack, and you didn't tell me?" He said.

"It's not a big deal. I suffer from anxiety. It happens." She shrugged.

"Of course it's a big deal, Crazy." He argued. "You should've told me."

"It has nothing to do with you!" She snapped suddenly. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, before taking off to the bathroom, and MJ quickly followed behind her.

"Everyone, this is gonna be, maybe, the best four hours of our whole trip." Mr. Harrington continued, trying to win the class over.

"Four hours?" All of the students chimed.