Be Mine

"so when the night falls // my lonely heart calls"

Apologies for being a day late!

This chapter's lyric is from "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston, but of course.

Read as you see fit here- warnings for a small conversation near the end about a few issues, although this chappie is pretty chill :)

Enjoy!

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PETER POV

It was the middle of the night.

I was carrying my bags out of check and hopping into a nice rental car.

Harley and I sat in the backseat, keeping each other from falling asleep until we got to the hotel. A man called Happy Hogan drove. He was either also falling asleep or grumpy like that twenty-four-seven.

I took a look at my watch.

10:53pm , or ten 'till five a.m. the next day Germany time, according to my mental math.

Groggily, I tapped the separation-glass-thing. Happy rolled it down.

"What."

"Um, how is this possible, sir? It usually takes, like, eleven hours to get from the US to Germany. We left around three, so we're three or four hours early and already approaching the hotel."

Happy pulled onto the curb of a building- Arena City Hotel- and nodded smugly. "The perks of Tony Stark's planes, kid."

The three of us hopped out of the car, and I opened the door to the hotel for Harley. It was a corner building that resembled, in my eyes, a mashup of an Ancient Greek temple and classy eighties architecture. Forest-green bushy trees were dotted around the perimeter of the place, looking like lurking beasts in the dark of the night. The door was smooth, polished wood, illuminated by an overhead light, and even the ground looked like granite or marble.

We stepped inside.

If the outside had been gorgeous, it was like a gold palace inside.

Behind the checkout counter- which appeared to be deserted or closed at the moment- there was a snack bar I couldn't wait to raid, a bar-bar I most likely wouldn't be raiding, a seating area with a fireplace, and a bunch of long hallways edged with nearly floor to ceiling drapes and windows.

I snapped a picture for the scrapbook, and texted it to Tony as well. Some part of my brain, for whatever reason, still figured he had someone else pick this place out and didn't know what it looked like, despite the fact he'd told me he'd found it himself.

OMG THANK YOUUUUUUUUU

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-My Info, 12:03am

Harley uttered a simply stated "woah". He didn't seem as awoken and invigorated as I was, but he was excited in his own way, which I got. When Happy was finished at the desk, Harley and I went up in line and gave the man behind the counter our info. He handed us a room card- 302- and turned his back to us, slurping coffee, before I could even say goodnight.