[BOOK 2 OF THE HAVOC SERIES]
❝i don't like you because
you're spider-man. i like
you and you just happen
to be spider-man.❞
in which lena santos just
wants a break, but nick
fury has other plans for her
and her friends.
[ spider-man: far from home...
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THE NEXT MORNING, THE students are preparing to board the bus that will take them to their next destination on their European vacation and also the one Lena is most excited for— Paris. Betty frets tirelessly over Ned as if they aren't going to the exact same place. Her concerned questions if he had taken his medicine are mere background noise to Lena's ears, mostly because she can't stop grinning like an idiot at Peter.
As soon as they'd clambered into the gondola that took them away from their hotel, he'd reached over and clasped her hand for support like it was the most natural thing in the world. Nobody had thought anything of it. Hand-holding isn't a new concept for them, but this time, it feels different. Mostly because he hadn't let go the entire time they've been walking down the bustling streets of Venice toward the location that the bus is supposed to pick them up. Every one of Lena's nerves is attuned to the touch that sends butterflies swarming in her stomach. He appears to be feeling the same way; a boyish smile lights up his entire face as if some light source is illuminating him from the inside.
"Who's pumped for Paris?" Graham questions, sprinting in a short burst and then springing into the air, landing directly in front of them. "I'm so excited to drink some French cof– wait." He cuts himself off, facing Lena and Peter with eyes squinted in suspicion. His gaze scrutinizes them from head to toe in a thorough examination of their entwined hands – not just clasped, this time – and glowing faces. Realization dawns on his features and makes them go slack with shock. He begins to bounce slightly, the movement turning into him jumping up and down as he furiously jabs his finger at them and repeats like a broken record, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God oh my God oh my God OH MY GOD OH MY GOD–"
"What?" Cindy questions. Her attention had been seized by Graham's screaming, and she tucks her glossy hair behind her ear as she approaches them with a slightly bewildered expression. Graham merely points at them more firmly because it seems words have failed him. It takes Cindy a moment to realize what he's so excited about, but then her eyes widen and she all but shrieks, "Well, it's about time!"
"Ned, you owe me five dollars!" Graham hollers to the boy who's still getting a wellness check from Betty. Ned groans and digs in the pocket of his cargo shorts, producing a crumpled-up five-dollar bill and handing it over. The taller boy stuffs it into his bag with a victorious grin pulling up his lips.
"So that's what Ned was asking about yesterday," Peter muses quietly. When Lena gives him a questioning quirk of his brow, he continues, "He wanted to know when I would make a move because he had some sort of bet."
"NED," Graham shouts, effectively startling him enough to make him whirl around at the sound of his name. "THE WHOLE POINT OF HAVING A BET IS TO NOT TELL THE PERSON YOU'RE HAVING A BET ABOUT THAT THERE'S A BET."
