✁𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱-𝐮𝐩 𝐏𝐭.𝟑/𝟑

"Hey." Peter said with a smile as he saw you coming down the stairs with your suitcase and backpack.

"Hi." You mumbled, forcing a smile out. Are we just not gonna address the fact that he ditched you last night or?

"Do you need help with—" before Peter could answer you were shaking your head.

"Nope, I'm good, I can carry my own." You said walking past Peter and going outside. You stayed next to Betty who was ranting about her morning walk with Ned around Venice. You didn't talk to people, or at least you didn't until you wanted to avoid someone.

You kept stealing a few glances here and there, Peter was talking to Ned and Mj, then to Ned again. What game is he playing?

Sooner or later though, you were all getting on a bus to Prague. Another place with small seats and everyone breathing the same air, and the body heat circulating....just great.

— a couple minutes later —

Peter kept looking over the seats, his eyes only catching glimpses of the top of your head. You were sitting in the very front. An empty seat beside you. You didn't mind though, you and Flash got to have two seats for yourselves. So you laid across the seats your back against the window as you closed your eyes.

Peters leg continued to bounce up and down, why is she ignoring me? Is she ignoring me? Is she mad? Did I do something—

Peters mind races. His head rested back against the seat. He can't do anything now, you were sleeping. So instead Peter pulled out his glasses.

Peter licked his lips, scanning the bus with his glasses. Everyone seemed to be on there phones, Ned and Betty were...well you know—but then he stopped on you.

He thought you were asleep, but I guess in the time he was playing with the glasses you woke up?

Peter already knew this could be considered stalking and breaking someone's privacy, but he couldn't help but wonder what your texting. Biting his lip, he let Edith pull up your texts.

Dickface: how's the trip kid?

You: alright I guess

Dickface: What happened?

You: nothing happened I'm fine, as always

Dickface: clearly something's wrong, your usually depressed but fine that's a different story

You: what?! Wdymmm

Dickface: in ur words: depressed = fine and fine = depressed , so what happened?

You: people are assholes sometimes

Dickface: people are always assholes

Dickface: can u be a little more clear?? I'm trying to be a good father

You: LMAOOOO that's funny, your not my dad Wade

Dickface: well I'd like to say I am cuz I take care of u

You: Mhmmmm

Dickface: I can leave u homeless and u'll turn into a crackhead in the alleyway

You: I think I could survive

Dickface: just tell me what happened

Dickface: is about that guy? The one u sat with on the airplane??

Peter felt himself smile slightly, he didn't know who Dickface or Wade was, but the fact that you told someone else about him made him smile. Until new texts emerged, his smile faltered.