𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬✓ 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 [𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑]

Prologue

a Film by Peter Parker.

"New York. Queens. It's a rough borough, but hey, it's home." Peter Parker faked in a deep somber voice.

"Who are you talking to?" The driver—Happy—asked suddenly, causing the poor boy to fumble the phone.

The camera captured for a few seconds, his sister's bouncing leg.

"No one. Just making a little video of the trip." He answered in his normal voice before turning to his nervous sister who was gazing out the window.

"You know you can't show it to anyone." The overly cautious driver cocked a brow.

"Yeah, I know." He answered.

"Then why are you narrating in that voice?" Happy pressed, causing the quiet girl to roll her eyes.

"Uh... Because it's fun." He shrugged.

"Let it go Happy. You're being... I dunno 'Happy'?" The girl dismissed and he turned the camera to her.

Once the girl noticed this, she turned invisible and pushed the camera away from her as her brother muttered under his breath.
"Cool."

The driver huffed and put on his sunglasses, looking solemnly at the road ahead.

"So, uh, why do they call you Happy?" The boy asked and his sister snorted a laugh, turning visible again.

Happy slid up the limo's partition, leaving a reflection of Peter Parker holding up his phone and filming.

"Um, are you going to tell me what that's about?" The boy asked unsure.

"It's a very sore topic for him." She started as the partition rolled down again to reveal Happy, glaring at the siblings.

*

They all stepped out of the car to find a small private plane waiting for them. Happy clicked on a button and the plane beeped.

"Come on. I'm not carrying your bags. Let's go." Happy urged, walking ahead of the siblings.

"Hey, should I go to the bathroom before?" Peter asked, unsure as he climbed up the stairs.

"There's a bathroom on it." Lisa provided from behind Peter.

Peter peeped at the cockpit, surprised to find it empty.
"Whoa. No pilot? That's awesome."

He took a seat directly in front of Happy and Lisa sat beside them, her posture tense indicating that her mind was somewhere else.

"Is that where you're gonna sit?" Happy questioned.

"Yeah."

"This is your first time on a private plane?" Happy asked.

"My first time on any plane." Peter answered and Happy moved away to find another seat.

"Should it...? Should it be...? Should it be making that noise?" He asked nervously a few minutes, turning to his sister when Happy doesn't reply.

"Yeah, Peter. It's normal." Lisa reassured.

*

"Pshh." Lis hushed Peter who was fumbling with the camera. The girl was holding up her hand to her lips, in the other a feather, from God knows where.

They both tiptoed towards the snoring bodyguard/forehead of security, mischief in the air.

The older brunette ran the feather along the sleeping man's face causing him to jerk awake.