Spider Parker

*You're My Normal pt.5

Third Person P.O.V

People say that trauma brings people together. It was ironic that trauma was the exact thing that had been driving Peter and Julia apart for months. At first, it was merely because neither of them knew what to say.

Now, neither of them even knew where to find the other- or if the other was alive.

Peter had woken up in the Netherlands; relief filled his mind that he wasn't dead. But panic crept in soon after when he realized the shoulder he was leaning on wasn't Julia's.

"Where am I?" Peter's confused tone matched his expression. He looked down at the bright orange shirt covering him as a blanket.

"Municipal holding facility," one of the men beside him answered. The cell was small, only filled with a single bench coming from the wall. Two men sat on the other side of Peter.

"They said they found you unconscious at the train yard," one of them spoke up, "Very dangerous."

The third man leaned forward with a smile, "We gave you the shirt because you seemed a bit cold."

"Thanks. You guys are nice," Peter smiled, his brain still trying to wrap around what had happened, "You speak really good English."

"Welcome to the Netherlands," the three smiled.

"I'm in the Netherlands right now?" Peter moved the shirt away from him. If he was in the Netherlands alone, that meant Julia was still in Berlin. And if she had lived this long, she wouldn't make it much longer if Beck knew she was still alive. Peter stood from his seat, ignoring the pain in his muscles, and walked to the front of the cell, "Guard?"

"The guard's on a break. Probably talking to his wife," one of the men shrugged. Peter looked at the metal bars, clearly trying to think of if he could break it or not. His eyes drifted to the lock.

"Yeah. She's pregnant," the men continued. Peter didn't pay attention. All he could think about was finding out what had happened to Julia. He shouldn't have chased after that illusion. He should have known it wasn't her. 

But it looked so real. And when she fell- 

Peter closed his eyes and broke the lock off the cell, pushing open the cell door and limping into the hall. He knew that if anyone could help him, it would be Happy. He knew that Julia thought that, too.

With the little hope and trust he had left, he made his way into the nearest village.

"Excuse me, sir? Can I borrow your phone?" Peter asked one of the villagers' The man in overalls smiled and spoke in Dutch, something that Peter couldn't understand, and then held out his phone, "Everyone's so nice here."

Peter dialed in Happy's number and held it to his ear.

"Okay... Pick up, pick up, pick up..." the phone rang once before Happy picked it up, "Hey! Hey. Uh... I messed up. I need a... I need a ride."

Unbeknownst to Peter, Happy knew exactly what was going on- well, somewhat. Julia slept in the back of the jet, unable to hear the conversation. Happy was just glad that Peter wasn't dead, "Where are you, kid?"

"Where am I?" Peter took in a shallow breath and looked at the place around him. He had no idea where he had stumbled into, "Uh... where am I, sir?"

"Het is Broek op Langedijk," the man replied happily. Peter raised his eyebrows.

"Um-" after a moment, Peter held out the phone to him, "Hang on, could you say that into here?"