Wicked Game || CURRENTLY EDITING

Chapter 72: Airplane Bathroom

My family was in town so I was pretty busy but now they're gone and I can write again, yay!!

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I finish packing my suitcase and zip it closed. Soon enough, I'll be boarding a plane to Europe and I can't wait. It'll be nice to get away from everything. A vibrating noise catches my attention and I look at my phone on the bed. I groan when I notice the lack of caller ID and decline the call. Fury should just give up and call someone else. At least I'll be a whole continent away from him. I wonder if Peter is done packing. Should I text him...? I mean, I could but why text when I can literally teleport. Without giving it a second thought, I pop into his bedroom.

He turns around right when I appear and yelps. "Oop. Sorry, Pete, I didn't mean to scare you," I claim, slightly giggling. He holds his hand over his chest as he calms down.

"Uh, it's fine, just... can you like text me before doing that? I need a warning," he says.

I chuckle and nod in agreement. "Sure. I just wanted to see you," I respond with a flirty smile. Pink dusts Peter's cheeks as he gives me a shy smile. His eyes wander past me and land on something behind me. I turn around and see his Spider-Man suit hanging in his closet. I know he desperately wants a break but I also know that he's contemplating whether he should take the suit or not.

"Hungry?" someone voices out of nowhere. I snap my head to the door to see May toss a banana into the room, hitting Peter in the face. He flinches and gives her a shocked look. I snort at this. May covers her mouth and laughs. "So sorry. I thought that you could sense that with your-" she pauses for a moment as she tries to think of the correct term. "Peter-tingle."

I snort again when she says that, making Peter shoot me a look. "Please do not start calling it my Peter-tingle," Peter says, slightly annoyed.

"I think it's the perfect name for it," I chime in. He gives me another look, silently telling me to be quiet.

"So what's up? You can dodge bullets but not bananas?" May questions.

"No, I just really need this vacation. I need a break," Peter tiredly responds.

I nod and joke, "that's why his Peter-tingle isn't working."

Once again, Peter gives me a look. "We're not calling it that," he whispers to me. I only smile cheekily at him.

May approaches us and wraps her arms around her nephew. "You deserve it," she states. She lets go of him and hugs me next. "You both do," she claims.

"Thanks," I reply.

She pulls away and rubs my arms before turning and walking away. She stops at the door and turns back to us. "You know what? You two should pack your suits, just in case. I have a tingle about it," she voices before sauntering off.

This time I start laughing while Peter squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches his nose. "Please stop saying 'tingle,' May," he pleads.

"I'm so gonna start calling it that. That's never going away," I claim while laughing. Peter rolls his eyes at me.

"I hate you," he breathes out. He turns to the suit again and whispers, "no" while rapidly shutting the closet. I watch as he now gazes at the Iron Spider suit in the corner.

"Are you sure you don't want to take it just in case? You most likely won't have to use it," I speak up before he quickly opposes.

"No, no, I'm not," he yaks as he walks over to his bed and shuts his suitcase. I remain quiet as I observe him. I just hope he doesn't regret not packing the suit. He zips up the suitcase before turning to me. He sighs, "it's our summer vacation. We both need a break, this trip is the perfect opportunity for us to forget everything and have fun."