One Dance 3: Illusions

7.

It was officially the night before the trip. Your heart was pounding and you couldn't believe you'd be in Europe tomorrow.

You were steadily packing all the essentials: cute clothes, toiletries, perfume, fuzzy socks. All of it.

You couldn't stop smiling. This was going to be one of the coolest things you'd ever done in your life.

You grabbed your last bag and ran out into the living room, a pile of luggage by the door.

You hugged your mom and dad goodbye.

"I love you guys."

"Love you too. Have fun, okay? And text us. I want pictures!"

"Okay, okay," you laughed, helping Happy out your bags in the trunk.

You gave each of them one last goodbye hug, being gentle with Pepper. The baby was due in about a month and you knew this was probably stressful for her.

You got in the car and waved as Happy pulled away.

This was going to be absolutely flipping amazing.

***

Peter went back into his room after he had brushed his teeth.

His suitcase was sitting on the bed, a red and blue suit folded neatly on the top.

"May!" Peter called, grabbing the suit.

She came in with a smile on her face until she spotted Peter's annoyed stare.

"What?" she asked.

"It's a vacation. I'm not going to need the suit."

May smiled. "I know, but don't you think you should take it in case? Someone might get hurt."

He set the suit back in his closet. "I guess someone else will have to save them then."

May frowned. "You don't need your Peter tingle to help people, you know."

"Don't call it that," said Peter, pinching the bridge of his nose.

May smirked. "I hope you're almost done packing. We're leaving in twenty minutes."

"I'll be out when I'm ready," he said.

She raised an eyebrow at him and left, closing the door.

Peter jumped as his phone began ringing. The name read No Caller ID, so he ignored it and went back to packing.

He zipped his suitcase up and stared at his suit in the closet. He just wanted a vacation. No villains, no enemies, no fighting. Just him and his friends having a good time.

He brought it out into the living room and placed it by his backpack. He went into the kitchen to make quick jam and toast.

"I put your charger in the second pocket," said May, zipping up the pocket.

"Thanks."

"Is that everything?" she asked.

"I've checked everything off. Oh, wait. My earbuds. Can you put them in my suitcase? They're on my nightstand."

"Sure thing."

Peter popped his bread in the toaster and turned to the fridge to grab some orange juice.

He put the jam on his toast and grabbed his orange juice.

"Ready?" asked Aunt May.

Peter nodded as a few crumbs fell on his hoodie.