A New Hero - Peter Parker (BOOK 1) | Spider-Man: Far From Home

Chapter Five - Venice, Italy

"Peter." Clara whined, the rumbling in her stomach now closer to a roar. "We've been walking for ages and I'm hungry!"

Every corner they turned, the streets became narrower and Clara found herself apologising to dozens of tourists and locals as she bumped into them. She held her hands up in a repentant gesture to a man in a floral button-up shirt and a dark blue baseball cap, the man ignoring her and keeping his head low. Her sights lingered on him for a second longer, a frown furrowing her brow.

She shook her head, her parents reminder coming back to her in a vivid memory. "Just because you know how to tell, doesn't mean everyone acting odd is involved something 'unjust'." She jogged slightly to catch up to Peter as he powered through the crowds, finding the perfect moments to slip between people.

"We'll get food after we find the shop." Peter stated, weaving through a narrow street.

"There's no one near here, are you sure we aren't lost?" She asked, looking at the now completely empty street while thinking about all the food she could be eating from all of the different restaurants across the island.

"We aren't lost!" He exclaimed. "I've got it on my phone, okay, it's just around..." He trailed off, his eyes lighting up as the shop appeared in front of them. He lingered at the doorway.

"Are you going in or...?" He ignored Clara's remark, stepping into the cramped shop.

"Buongiorno." Peter said to the glassmaker.

"Buongiorno." He replied.

"Hi, uh, I'm looking for a Black Dahlia necklace." Peter said, hoping the man could speak English. When he didn't respond, he looked to his phone, finding the translation he had prepared for this exact scenario. "Er... A fee-or-y near-o?"

The man in front of him frowned, Peter's pronunciation confusing the glassmaker. "Fiore nero." The two looked over to Clara, hearing her voice from the other side of the small space. "Sta cercando un fiore nero."

Peter turned back to the man, who had already turned to find the Black Dahlia necklace. "I thought you hadn't been to Italy?" He asked Clara.

"I said I had never been to Venice; I've been to Napoli and Milan."

"Oh. Well, thank you." He smiled, twisting around to face the glassmaker as he sat back down at his desk.

"Fiore nero." He spoke, his thick Italian accent evident in those few words.

Peter took it from him gently, holding it against the light. Clara approached behind him, peering over his shoulder at the glimmering piece of jewellery. "It's perfect." He grinned in awe of the man's ability to create such an item. "Grazie."

They exchanged money, Clara stepping in at the sound of a much too highly priced item – the man clearly taking advantage of the tourist's inability to speak in the native tongue when the other price tags Clara had seen were less than half the price. He didn't put up much of a fight; he knew when a battle couldn't be won. "Can we pretty please get food now?" She whined again, Peter clutching the box as tight as he could.

"Yeah, do you know of any where good?" Peter asked her.

She stared up at him with a look of disbelief. "Do I know-" She scoffed. "I have been looking for places to eat since we got here! There's this super good pizza place not too far from here – Well, the reviews say it's good anyway."

Peter smiled across at her, amused by the sudden burst of excitement she showed. "In that case, lead the way."

Not even five minutes later they were standing outside the pizzeria, the queue only a couple of people long seen as it had passed the lunch time rush. Clara bounced on the spot just outside, waiting for the man and woman filling the small space to exit. "Prosciutto pizza, per piacere." She said, barely reaching the service counter before requesting her late lunch.