april hogan // peter parker fanfiction

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"Hey," I feel my head being tapped. "We're here."

I quickly open my eyes and lift my head up. There's a tingling feeling where my head leaves the shoulder it was pressed against. "Sorry," I say quickly. "I didn't mean to lean on you."

"No worries," Parker says. I quickly get out of the seat and grab my carry on bag, handing Parker his own.

We get off the plane and enter the airport, going to the baggage claim. I watch as Parker quickly grabs his retro-looking suitcase. My brand new silver one is next to it and I quickly grab it. As Parker and I walk to meet up with the rest of the class, I watch as he gets pulled to the side. His suitcase is popped open, revealing a red and black suit laid carefully over the top of the rest of his clothes. Concealing my disbelief, I turn my head the other way. What kind of moron would bring their suit with them? How awkward would it be if people were to see Spiderman in Washington, New York, and Europe? That's a great way to reveal your secret, Parker.

I walk away from him as a woman pulls a banana out of his suitcase. I quickly join the rest of the class, standing near the back. I find it best to keep to myself. I'm not great in social situations, well not any that involve people my age. I don't know many and I haven't interacted with any since I was a little kid.

"Hey, you're new," a kid with a white smile says, sliding over to me. I try to recall his name, remembering someone had said it on the plane. His phone is pointed my direction, the camera obnoxiously close to my face.

"Turn that off please," I say, pointing to his phone.

"We're in Europe," he laughs. "I've gotta document it."

"You don't have permission to document me," I nod, putting my hand up to the camera.

"Oooo," he laughs, putting the camera back to my face. "New girl's got an att-"

I quickly grab the boy's shoulder, driving my other hand into his stomach in one fluid punch. I spin as he falls onto my back, catching his falling phone. I quickly hit the red button, stopping his video before bringing him back up to his feet. I brush his shoulders off and smile down at him, still hunched over. "Don't make me do that again."

"Yes ma'am," he groans. I hand him the phone back with a smile.

I pull my suitcase behind me and continue following the class out of the airport.

*****

Our hotel is less than ideal. Water floods the floor and fills my shoes as I step into the lobby. I can hear the rest of my classmates' complaints as we look around.

"Charming," Mr. Harrington sighs. "Everyone go to your rooms and meet here again in 20 minutes."

I follow his direction and walk up the stairs. I find an empty room and claim it as my own. I don't know any of the other students and, thankfully, none of them try to room with me. I flop onto the bed and pull out my phone. I have a text from Happy.

How's the flight?

I roll my eyes before texting back.

It was just fine. We're back on land.
I met Parker.

Oh that's great!

The moron packed his suit you know.
Is this kid trying to get himself caught? I thought his whole thing was that he had a secret identity. The whole double life thing?