Spider-Man: Far From Home [5]

9

Carlo IV Hotel, Prague

"Where were you?" MJ asked. "We were all worried about you."

Luckily, Astra had come up with a believable story.

"I got lost," said Astra. "I dropped my wallet back when we were passing through the carnival earlier. But I found it, though. Then I had to hide 'cause of the fire monster."

MJ nodded. "I see. Well, glad you're okay. We're going home in the morning."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, monsters popping up everywhere we go, my mom, for one, wants me home right now," said MJ.

Then Peter appeared at her door.

"I'll leave you guys alone," said MJ. Then she left.

"Hey, Peter," Astra said. "What took you so long?"

"Oh, uh, I just told Beck... something," Peter stuttered.

"Something? What something?" Astra questioned. "Are you keeping secrets from me now? Because you're not the first one."

"No, I just told Beck... how awesome he is and how I liked working with - oh, never mind." Peter sighed.

Astra raised an eyebrow. "Suit yourself. Good night." She closed the door.

"You look ni-"

Astra turned around and sighed. She wanted to tell him that too.

So she opened the door.

"Hey," said Peter. "Look, I'm not ready for this trip to be over yet, and I kinda want to do something fun that's not on the itinerary or planned or with Mr. Harrington-"

"Yeah."

"'Yeah,' like, you wanna go?" Peter asked. Astra nodded.

"Okay, awesome, I'll see you outside in ten minutes," said Peter.

"Actually, let's go now," said Astra. She was still dressed in her opera outfit, which had a few singes here and there because of the fight.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Unless you need ten minutes," she guessed.

"No, no, we can go now. Just let me put on a sweater," said Peter.

When he was done, the two met up in the lobby.

"So, where do you wanna go?" Peter asked.

"Who cares?" Astra replied.

"Awesome."

***

"I'm glad we're doing this," said Peter.

"Yeah, same," said Astra. "Prague is so beautiful at night. Not as much as Paris, but still really nice."

"Yeah."

"You know, they used to execute people on this bridge, in the worst way possible," Astra ventured. "They'd have these baskets and fill them with water, then hang the convicts upside-down so they would drown."

"Oh." Astra felt her hand touch Peter's, and she pulled it away. "Sorry." I tend to ramble on and on whenever we're together, no one knows why.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you for a while." Peter changed the subject.

"Yeah?" Astra turned around to face him, curious.

"It's our last night in Europe, and I had this plan that I wanted to tell you," he said. He stammered. "I'm just gonna tell you."