Salad, the Spider-Man: Far From Home fanfic

Part 3: We're in Veeeeenice!

Peter's POV

I opened the window of the plane and smiled as I looked at the people in the airport. We weren't even off the ground yet but it already felt like we were one hundred feet in the air.

Ned shook my shoulder and I turned around to look at him, a smile still wide on my face. "Yeah," Ned said happily.

Neither of us could believe we were on a plane that was going to Europe.

A couple people walked by us—some I recognized and some I didn't. The few I recognized were Betty, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell (our other chaperone).

"Yo, Parker," I heard someone from the other side of the plane say. I looked up and saw Flash, holding a yellow drink that I assumed was alcohol, standing by the row of seats the farthest away from Ned and I. "This is called an airplane."

MJ was about to pass by us but stopped and looked up at Flash. She rolled her eyes at him.

"It's like the buses you're used to except it flies over the poor neighbourhoods instead of driving through them," Flash continued.

"Ma'am," MJ said and a frizzy haired flight attendant poked her head out from behind a wall.

"Mhm?" the woman asked.

"He's sixteen, not twenty-one," MJ said, pointing to Flash.

She turned to Flash and smiled at him. "I'll take that," the woman said to Flash, taking the drink from his hand and walking away.

Flash looked at the woman angrily for a second before running after her. "She's lying!" I heard him call. "I don't even know her."

MJ smiled at me and then continued walking.

"Classic MJ, right?" a black-haired boy walking behind MJ said to them, pointing a thumb in MJ's direction, a smile wide on his face.

He got up and continued walking behind her.

"Did you know Brad was coming?" I asked Ned, watching Brad with disgust as he walked away.

Ned started shaking his head but neither of us stopped watching Brad as he walked away. "It's so weird. Like, one day he's that kid who cried and got nosebleeds all the time and then, suddenly, he's totally ripped and super nice and all these girls are after him."

"I mean, not all the girls are after him," I said, turning to Ned though he was still looking at Brad.

"No, man." Ned shook his head. "They're all after him."

I looked back at him and saw MJ laughing with him as they put their luggage into the overhead.

"Anyway," Ned said, turning back and facing forward. "Onto more important things." I heard the sound of him opening his bag to—I assume—take out his laptop. "Since it's a nine-hour flight, we can play Beast Slayers the whole time."

I wasn't paying attention to Ned though. I was still looking at Brad with complete disgust as he sat in his spot next to Mr. Harrington. I looked up behind him a bit more and saw MJ sitting behind him. Next to MJ sat Betty.

I looked at the very last row and recognized Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Mya Maximoff's triplets, sitting next to two empty seats. I looked to see who was sitting in my column next to them and saw Bucky Barnes, Hannah's older brother, sitting in the seat by the window and Mya Maximoff, Hannah's best friend, sitting next to him. But the two seats closest to the aisle appeared empty. And there was no sign of Hannah anywhere.

I turned back to Ned and was happy to see that I was right. He did take out his laptop. "I need your help to sit next to MJ," I said.

Ned sighed. "Seriously?" he asked, looking up from his computer and at me.