"So, what? It was too dangerous
for me to fight against Iron Man
and Black Widow last year because
I was too young and it was too
dangerous, but now some alien dude
wants to destroy the planet and I'm
suddenly totally cool to fight?"
Sequel to...
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CHAPTER THREE | HALLOWEENIES
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i am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.
-letter to fanny brawne // john keats
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In the end, Bella and Peter had agreed on dressing up as Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. Peter had suggested it and though Bella had wanted a slightly more glamorous costume, Peter was excited about it so she wasn't gonna rain on his happy parade. And, honestly, the costume wasn't that bad. She was pretty comfortable in her loose fitting, olive green pants, long-sleeved, black shirt, and combat boots. Running a hand over her messy, loose ponytail, Bella took one last look in the mirror and sauntered out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
Peter was in the living room with Alex and Blake. Alex and Blake were lounging on the couch, watching some pretentious looking French horror film (Alex didn't even know French and there were no subtitles — how did he even know what was going on?). Peter, on the other hand, was standing near the wall, typing in his phone.
"That Ned?" Bella asked, gesturing towards Peter's phone.
Peter looked up and his jaw dropped. "Um, yeah... you look— your shirt, it's nice."
Smirking, Bella glanced down at the low-cut scoop of the neckline. "Thank you." She took in Peter's outfit. He was wearing gray pants similar to her own, a black long sleeve shirt, and a thick belt. He had a stuffed naked mole rat toy held in the hand that wasn't clutching his phone. "You look ridiculous. I love it."
"Was that a compliment?" Peter asked.
"Maybe," Bella mumbled, stepping forward and pressing her lips to Peter's. His hand curled around the small of her back and pressed her close. Laughing, Bella craned her head back. "We look so dumb."
"I look dumb. You look..." he took a deep breath. "You look amazing, Bells."
"Hey, children," Alex snapped, pausing his French movie and turning around so he was looking over the top of the couch. "Stop being disgusting and go to your party."
Rolling her eyes, Bella stuck out her tongue and flipped Alex off before she dragged Peter out of the room. Once they were securely in the elevator, she pressed Peter's back to the elevator wall and kissed him hard on the mouth. His hands went to her lips and he returned the kiss just as enthusiastically until the elevator dinged. Bella quickly sidestepped and leaned against the wall beside Peter. Mrs. Russell, a woman in her early thirties, stepped inside, clutching the hand of her five-year-old daughter, Megan. Megan was wearing a homemade Spider-Man costume and grinning ear to ear.
"Hi, you two," Mrs. Russell greeted pleasantly. "Off to a party?"
"Yeah," Bella nodded, nudging Peter with her elbow. "My friend Abby's having one at her place."
