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𝟎𝟏𝟑. 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

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"What is Star Wars?"

ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; glue song - beabadoobee

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

i've never met someone like you
tangled in love, stuck by you
from the glue

ANNABELLE

WE MADE IT to the hotel and I stopped in an alleyway behind the hotel. I dropped Peter's legs, but he kept his grip on my neck.

"Uh, Pete, you can let go now." I said with a small smile. Peter unhide his head from the crook of my neck and looked around me.

"Uh," He cleared his throat as he let go and stood up straight. "Right."

"So, which hotel window is yours?" I asked as I looked up at the hotel windows.

He looked up at them as he squinted his eyes.

"That one." He said as he pointed at a fourth story window. I nodded as I lifted myself off the ground and Peter started to climb the wall. He opened the window and gestured for me to go in first. I looked at him and the window for a moment before I went in. I landed softly on the floor and moved from the window as Peter started to climb in.

"I'm going to shower and change. I'll be right back. Don't leave this room." I told Peter. He nodded and I gave him a small smile before I left the room quietly. I looked down at my key card and saw the hotel room number I had. I looked next to Peter's room and found the room number.

I quickly went into the room and quietly closed the door. I saw a large suitcase and backpack on the only bed in the room. I went up to it and found my phone that Tony gave me in the side pocket of the backpack. I looked at the time and it was four thirty three.

I quickly took a shower and got changed into baggy shorts and an AC/DC shirt that Tony got me using my superspeed. Another perk of superspeed, it takes me less than two minutes to get ready. I grabbed Pietro's jacket from the bag and put it on. I settled into the hotel room before I grabbed the first aid kit that was in my backpack and left my room. I knocked on Peter's door.

"Uh, come in." I heard Peter call. I opened the door and entered the room before quietly closing the door. "You know, no ones going to kill you if the door clicks when you close it." I heard Peter say from behind me. I jumped as I wiped around. I froze when I saw Peter in plaid pajama pants and no shirt. Gütiger Gott (sweet Jesus), his abs. He grabbed a shirt from his bed and put it on. I cleared my throat as I regained my composure.