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AFTER BEING FORCED by May to eat her breakfast and pack everything she needed inside her suitcase, (Y/N) was ready to board the plane with Peter by her side and join the rest of the class for the science trip, all with suitcases in hand and grins of excitement in their faces.

Because of the several questions asked by the reporters that day, (Y/N) felt like a vacation was the best opportunity to take a break and relax, forgetting about the supposed legacy she was supposed to fill.

As (Y/N) held her suitcase in one hand and her passport in the other, she searched the number of her seat and walked down the rest of the aisle in order to find it with MJ, Cecilia and Brad trailing behind her.

"Yo, Parker," Flash said in his obnoxiously loud voice, holding a flute in hand. "This is called an airplane. It's like the buses you're used to, except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them."

"Ma'am," MJ called to the flight attendant, who perked her head through the curtain. "He Blipped, so technically, he's 16, not 21."

"And even if he was, he wouldn't have enough brain to act like he's of age," (Y/N) added.

MJ laughed and elbowed (Y/N) in the ribs as the flight attendant took the glass out of Flash's hands with a smirk and walked away. "I'll take that."

"She's lying, they're lying. I don't even know who they are," Flash protested and followed after the woman, who had turned her attention to more important things to do.

MJ and (Y/N) continued ahead and Cecilia seemed too eager to follow after the two girls. Brad, who was trailing after the three, stared ahead directly at (Y/N)'s direction with a strange look in his eye, one that didn't go unnoticed by Peter and Ned that were sitting together.

"Did you know Brad was coming?" Peter asked Ned with a disgusted look and watched him walk away.

"It. . .It's so weird," Ned agreed with his words. "One day, he's that little kid who cried and got nosebleeds all the time, and suddenly, we Blip back, and he's totally ripped and super nice and all these girls are after him."

The two were looking back behind their seats and saw how Brad nicely helped (Y/N) in placing her own suitcase on the compartments above the seats, and the girl only flashed him a polite smile before turning back to her friend.

"Not all the girls are after him," Peter protested.

"No, man, they're all after him," Ned shook his head in disagreement.

Peter then decided to slowly rise from his seat to make sure (Y/N) could see him before calling her name, wanting to catch her attention and see if he could remember what they usually did in school trips like this.

She looked up and locked eyes with him, and he dared to speak up. "(Y/N), care to sit with us?"

"So, Ned told me you two were sitting together, so I planned in sitting next to MJ," (Y/N) smiled apologetically and missed the way Peter's head snapped in Ned's direction at her words. "Is it okay — "

"Yeah," Peter cut her off and nodded eagerly to stop her from growing suspicious. "It's fine. Don't worry. Totally okay."

(Y/N) frowned but still offered a smile, nodding in his direction and sat back into her seat next to MJ and Betty with Brad and Cecilia sitting right in front of them. She removed her jacket and placed it on her lap to use it as a blanket, knowing this was going to be a long flight.

MJ, who was sitting on her right, was rummaging through her backpack in search for something that caught (Y/N)'s eye. All this going unnoticed by Betty that was already busying herself in reading a magazine from the plane itself.

"What book did you bring?" (Y/N) asked MJ, knowing fully well what she was searching for.

"'A classic, though it's not my favorite. 'Lord of the Flies'," MJ answered, pulling the book from her bag and showing it to (Y/N). "And. . ."

MJ reached out for the backpack and handed her an exact same copy of the same book, looking completely intact, like it wasn't even read yet. "I brought one for you too. So you don't get bored."

(Y/N) faked an 'aw' for MJ to hear and smirked when she saw how her face twisted in a funny face because of her actions. "You're so nice."

"And now you're making me regret it, so appreciate it," MJ told her.

(Y/N) let out a chuckle and then lifted her head along with Betty and MJ at the sight of someone approaching their seats, seeing how Ned offered an awkward smile and wave and leaned down to lower his voice.

"Hey, guys," he said. "There's an old lady in front of us wearing a crazy amount of perfume, and it's king of setting off Peter's allergies. Uh, Betty or MJ, if you could switch seats with him, that would be — "

"Peter is allergic to perfume?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and saw how Ned's posture changed in a millisecond before he regained his confidence. In all of her years knowing Peter, she was certain he didn't have an allergy to perfume.

"Yeah, yeah, because it makes his eyes water, and he can't really — "

Mr. Harrington, who was sitting with Cecilia and Brad in front of them perked up at the statement and looked back at the group with true worry. "Peter has a perfume allergy?"

"Oh, uh — "

"I'll tell you from experience, perfume allergies are no joke," Mr. Harrington unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. "I can feel hives breaking out already."

"(Y/N), stand up," Mr. Harrington pointed at her and she did as told, moving up from her seat and grabbing her stuff with her. "Ned, you take (Y/N)'s spot. (Y/N), you take my spot. Peter, come with me, let's get you out of there."

(Y/N) moved into the next row of seats and squeezed in between Brad and Cecilia to take her new spot on the plane, wincing when she accidentally stepped on Brad's foot as she did.

"Zach and Sebastian, you take Ned and Peter's seats," Mr. Harrington continued before turning back to the person who started it all. "Ned, thanks for bringing this to my attention. Your safety is my responsibility. And Mr. Dell's but — "

Mr. Dell was comfortably sleeping and snoring loudly in his respective seat that he didn't listen to the entire rearrangement of seats, and Mr. Harrington sighed in disappointment.

"I got it for now. Let's go, Peter!"

Peter, who had watched everything from his own seat frowned when he saw Mr. Harrington gesturing him to follow after him, clearly thinking this would take another turn instead of what had happened. He grabbed his bag and joined Mr. Harrington, staring at how (Y/N) was now sitting next to Brad with a disappointing look.

(Y/N) was comfortably reading through the pages of the borrowed book until Brad tapped her in the shoulder, pulling her from the pages of the book and look up at him.

"Oh, I got a dual-headphone adapter if you want to watch a movie," he suggested.

"Only if it's funny enough to make me laugh," (Y/N) said, silently wishing that she was sitting with one of her closest friends instead.

"Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking. Our flight time will be eight hours, 49 minutes to Venice, Italy."

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WHEN THE PLANE landed on the airport of Italy, Peter immediately went in search for Ned to complain about what he saw on the whole flight, internally wincing at the memory of him trying to act decently after he came out of plane's restroom when (Y/N) was waiting for him but nearly fell down the aisle of it.

"Hey man, did you see Brad and (Y/N) on the plane?" Peter asked. "They were watching movies and laughing the entire time."

"Who was laughing the entire time?" (Y/N) caught the last part of their conversation and chuckled when she saw both Peter and Ned jump at her abrupt appearance.

"No one! I mean, I'm sure it was someone — on the plane — ," Peter stuttered out his words but decided to stay quiet when he noticed that he couldn't form out an entire sentence.

"Okay," (Y/N) trailed off and moved towards Ned to ask him something when she saw how Betty was approaching the trio.

"Hey, babe," she called in a sweet tone and Ned looked back to meet her eyes. "Can you hold this for me, please?"

"Yeah, of course," Ned nodded at her.

"Thanks," Betty kissed him on the cheek before Ned touched her nose with a chuckle, watching how she walked away to join her friends.

(Y/N) and Peter shared a frown at the interaction and wanted a straight answer for that entire conversation. "What was that?"

"Uh, well, we actually got to talk on the plane and it turns out, we have a lot in common," Ned explained. "So, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now."

"Well, you do look cute together," (Y/N) complimented and received a bright grin from Ned.

"Thanks, (Y/N)," he said in a true appreciative tone, touching his chest in the process.

"Whatever happened to being an American bachelor in Europe?" Peter asked, still being confused by what he just saw.

"A what?" (Y/N) muttered under her breath.

"Peter, those were the words of a boy," Ned replied. "And that boy met a woman. A very strong and powerful woman. And now that boy's a man."

"Babe?" Betty called out and he looked up with a smile at her words.

He followed after her without a doubt. "Coming, babe."

(Y/N) and Peter watched him walk away from them and she turned back to face the brunet to catch his attention. Peter was gripping onto his suitcase way too tightly, the edges of his fingers turning white because of it; him not being sure if it was the nerves for the trip or something else.

(Y/N) elbowed him to pull him out of his thoughts. "Not even five minutes in Europe and they're already finding love," she sighed and shook her head. "I need to get some of that luck."

Peter didn't reply and watched how she grabbed her suitcase and joined the line to walk through the security of the airport.

He smiled down to his feet. "Yeah, me too."