Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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(Hey guys sorry about the slow update I've started back up at Uni and it has been hella crazyyyyy - also some of this is inaccurate as shit but just stay with me on this one)

Steve engages auto-pilot on the Quinjet, in little over an hour the four would be in Vienna promptly, cutting the typical two-hour flight from London to Vienna in half with the immense power and force of the jet engines. Like Sam and Sharon, Isabelle was strapped into her seat, staring at her phone blankly while she contemplated whether or not to call the worrying teenage boy all the way back in Queens.

"What's the game plan, Cap?" Sam raises a brow, eyeing the super soldier awaiting an answer. Steve folds his arms and glances over to Isabelle, "first order of business is to get you to an airport and on the next plane back home-"

"Home? What home?" Isabelle scoffed clearly displeased with that as a plausible option. Steve sighed and tried to sympathise but she shook her head, "sending me back is a problem we can discuss later - the issue with the UN and culprit is a problem we need to discuss now." Steve nodded, completely understanding her argument but raised a fairly prominent point, "I just... no one wants to see you get hurt and if you do - I feel like that'll be on me."

Isabelle unbuckled herself, a smile on her face as she walks over to Steve and puts a hand on his shoulder, "well, to help ease your conscience, I'm here on my own accord so whatever happens to me is my problem to deal with... now would you excuse me - I have a phone call to make." Making her way to the front and away from the murmuring three in the back she finally makes a call to Peter.

"Hey -- is everything okay?" Peter answers almost instantaneously making Isabelle smile, the warm feeling in her chest seemingly bubbling. "I'm fine, so is everyone else." She reassured with a light chuckle. "So are you going to tell me what's going on? Or... not yet..." Peter prompted making her sigh, bringing her fingers to her nose to pinch before answering. "It's... business I don't want you to be concerned with... you have a life to live Pete."

A beat of silence between the two was broken by Peter's sharp intake of breath, "what about you? You have a life to live as well Issie... You don't have to take all the problems of the world on your shoulders and you don't have to do it alone... you have me." Peters' voice was particularly delicate, a mixture between soft and groggy from the exhaustion of being awake for so long, having not slept a wink since hearing the news.

His words always knew how to make her feel warm on the inside, how to twist her stomach into that familiar nausea that was often the feeling of Love overlooked. "I know that. I'll never forget it... Once we figure out how to get ourselves out of this confusing mess I'll tell you what's going on... I promise."

"Okay..." He trailed off, stuttering over himself as he urged his mouth to say something more, he wanted to say something more that reflected the way he felt about Isabelle. "We're headed to Vienna... should be there in an hour - but if anything changes you know I'll let you know." Her voice was soft, hard to hear but still audible for Peter despite the apparent rumble of the engines in the background.

He nods even though she can't see him but clears his throat, "y-yeah... please be safe... I... I..." sighing, he struggled with the words that choked in his throat. "I'll see you soon..." He ended up mumbling, a ghost of a smile on his face with sad meaning to it. Isabelle gnawed on her bottom lip, hope was dwindling as the possibility of Isabelle's return was getting lower and lower.

"I promise. Goodbye, Peter." She turned around, seeing both Steve and Sam talking to each other and Sharon on the phone as she had been for quite some time. "Goodbye, Issie." His soft words filled her ears before the phone line disconnected. This was the biggest strain the two of them had to deal with, it was only natural that both of them were feeling an overwhelming sense and feeling of immense sadness.