"I thought that was just theoretical!" You beamed excitedly when Peter mentioned that Mysterio was from another Earth, which means there's a multiverse. "It's insane! I mean, that completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. We're talking about an eternal inflation system. And how does that even work with all the quantum...?"

You stopped when Peter looked at you in awe. You blushed slightly and looked away. "Sorry. It's just really cool."

"No. It's fine." Peter smiled. "That's exactly what I said when I met Mysterio."

You wonder why he didn't give his real name. 'Maybe Mysterio requested Peter not reveal his name to anyone?'

You went outside of the hotel and saw Betty and Ned talking. "Okay, drink lots of water, and I'm gonna get you a vitamin C pill. You cannot get sick. Okay, babe?" Betty advised.

Ned replied with a nod. "Yes, babe."

Betty left and went to wait with Michelle for the class to be picked up by a vehicle. Peter and you were standing next to Ned. "Hey, man. Are you sure you're good?" Peter asked.

"I saw you tranquilized by Fury." You said worriedly.

"Guys, I'm fine!" Ned exclaimed with a smile. "Don't worry. Seriously, getting tranqed in the neck by Nick Fury? Probably the coolest thing to ever happen to me anyway."

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle while Peter grinned. "It is pretty awesome," Peter replied. They started doing their handshake. "I'm just happy I don't have to go to Prague."

"Seriously."

Harrington came out of the hotel with his bags and had a huge grin plastered on his face. "Good news! We're going to Prague."

Your jaw dropped in confusion and surprise. "What?" All of your friends exclaimed.

Mr. Harrington nodded. "Yeah. Tour company called. They upgraded us. You should've heard me on the phone with them. I really gave them hell."

"All I heard was crying," Dell commented.

Suddenly, a black-colored bus came, and the driver got off holding a tablet that said Midtown High. "Look at our upgraded ride!"

"Huh?" You asked as you stared at the vehicle.

"Wow."

"I'm impressed, Mr. Harrington."

"Peter, wha..." Ned stared at the vehicle with full confusion written on his face. "What's going on?"

You looked at Peter, who had already figured out what happened, so he let out an exhausted sigh. "I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation."

You frowned and crossed your arms. "Aw, damn," You muttered.

"Awesome." Ned chimed before walking over to Betty.

Peter huffed. "Yeah. Awesome." Peter picked up your suitcase, causing you to grow your eyes wide.

"Peter!"

"It's fine. I can do it," Peter said reassuringly. You blinked your eyes twice before following him to enter the bus.

You sat beside Peter, and on your other side was the window. The driver started driving.

"Yo, what's up, Flash mob." Flash greeted on his camera, obviously doing a vlog. "It's your boy, the big F. Cruising through the Alps with my private driver, Dimitri."

Dimitri glanced at Flash in disbelief.

You are disappointed since it means you will never be able to return to London or Paris. You and your dad visited Paris when you were younger, but you don't recall spending most of that time there. You wanted to return to Paris because it was a hazy recollection. As for London, well, you haven't really gone there.

You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, leaning on the window. Peter checked on you and saw you asleep. Well, at least that's what he thought. He brought out his phone to search for something. You opened your one eye and saw what was on his phone. 'Top 10 Romantic Places in Prague?' You frowned.

Peter then noticed something below him. You were able to figure out what it was when he took it out. Glasses. Your father crafted the glasses, which Peter has now been given.

Peter wore it and looked down at the note that came with the glasses. "For the next Tony Stark, I trust you. Say E.D.I.T.H." He read out loud.

The glasses' lenses glowed, and E.D.I.T.H. was activated. "Standby for retinal and biometric scan." E.D.I.T.H. scanned Peter's eyes. "Retinal and biometric scan accepted."

"Hello?" Peter asked.

"Hello, Peter." E.D.I.T.H. greeted. "I am E.D.I.T.H. Tony Stark's augmented reality security and defense system."

"So he made you for me?"

"No. But you have access to all of Tony's protocols."

"Cool."

"Would you like to see what I can do?" E.D.I.T.H. asked. "E.D.I.T.H. stands for... Even Dead, I'm The Hero. Tony loves his acronyms."

Peter chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, he did."

"I have access to the entire Stark Global Security network..." E.D.I.T.H. continued. "Including multiple defense satellites, as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks."

Text messages and some search history from his friends and teachers came out of the lenses of the glasses. Peter gasped softly. "Woah..."

As Peter was speaking to E.D.I.T.H., you smiled a little and closed your eyes in an attempt to go to sleep. It took a few moments for you to doze off.

Peter looked at Brad and saw him searching for Prague. He's finding a romantic place for you and him. "Prague romantic spots." Peter frowned and looked away.

Peter stared at you after he spoke with E.D.I.T.H. You were asleep with your head leaning on the window. With a smile, Peter reached up to touch your cheeks with his arm. His index finger gave your cheeks a little stroke. His eyes drifted down to your hands.

Peter shut his eyes. People who were snapped out of existence indicated that they died. Since Peter was one of them, it goes without saying that everyone believed he had passed away. But he returned, as did all the others. Hulk snapped his fingers, and the Infinity Stones brought him back to life.

His gaze came to rest on your mouth. He questioned whether he would ever feel your lips. He was scared, yet he wanted to lean in and kiss you. He then sighed deeply and put down his hand.

°•○●○•°

"(Y/n)." Tony kissed the cheek of the Iron Man helmet that you're wearing. "Where'd you get that?" Tony asked you, his five-year-old daughter, as he pointed at the helmet you were wearing.

"In your lab." You admitted, your beady eyes sparkling in joy.

Tony gave you a look. "You sneaky rascal, what did I tell you about going to the lab?"

"Don't bring any food inside."

Tony fought the urge to laugh but failed as he softly chuckled. "No, baby. You can't go inside the lab unless you're 10 and above."

"Why can't I go?" You frowned, but Tony can't see it since you're still wearing the mask, although Tony knows you are frowning.

Tony pouted. "Because there are some dangerous chemicals and tools there, and I don't want you getting hurt." Tony picked you up and looked at you. "So next time, don't do that again, okay?"

You nodded politely. Tony smiled and kissed the cheek of the Iron Man helmet again.

"Petrol and toilets. Ten minutes."

"Ten minutes, everyone!"

It took you a few blinks to get used to the brightness outside the window when you opened your eyes. Looking around, you noticed Peter getting to his feet. With a bright expression on his face, he extended his hand to you. You blinked and gave him a drowsy gaze. With pleasure, you grasped his hand and got to your feet.

You and Peter exited the bus, but Dimitri stopped Peter from following you. "What?" Peter asked.

Dimitri pointed to a building where a lady was waiting. Peter glanced at you before entering the building. You were about to follow him, but Dimitri stopped you. "Why?"

Dimitri just shook his head wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance and just walked away, joining Michelle.

Peter entered the building and saw a tall blonde lady crossing her arms, looking at him intensely and sternly, which made him gulp. "Hello." Peter greeted quietly.

"Close the door." The Seamstress instructed.

Peter closes the door and approaches the Seamstress to shake her hand. "Um... I'm Peter Parker."

"Take off your clothes." The Seamstress ordered.

Peter widened his eyes. "Excuse me?"

The Seamstress kept her stern look. "You told Fury that Spider-Man cannot be seen in Europe. So I made you this, another suit." The Seamstress offers Peter a black package.

Peter smiled shyly. "Oh, uh, thank you. I'm sure it fits fine. I don't need to try..."

"Take off your clothes."

Peter, who had no other choice, followed her but wasn't sure how. "Okay. Sure." Peter puts down the package and his backpack before unzipping his pants. "This is embarrassing."

The Seamstress furrowed her eyebrows impatiently. "Now. Hurry up."

"This is weird. Heh." Peter pulled down his pants when Brad suddenly entered the pub. Peter ran behind the Seamstress. "No, no, no. Uh, don't..."

"Whoa!" Brad exclaimed, horrified and surprised at what he was seeing.

Peter gulped. "Uh."

Brad looked around. "Sorry. Uh, I thought this was the bathroom."

Peter shook his head. "This is not what it looks like! Just..."

"Yeah." Brad took a picture of Peter and the Seamstress.

"What are you doing? Brad..." Peter asked as he pulled back his pants and zipped them.

"I'll leave you two alone." As Brad walked away, the Seamstress prepared to shoot him.

"Oh, my God. Don't shoot anybody." Peter ordered before leaving to follow Brad. "Brad? It's not what it looks like, buddy. Hey, man, look, that's..."

Brad stopped and turned around to talk to Peter. "Look, Peter. I'm not here to judge your life choices, dude. If you want to hook up with some random European chick, that's on you."

Peter frowned and shook his head, denying his statement. "That's not what it was. Honestly."

"I can't pretend I didn't see what I just saw. I know you're trying to get with (Y/n). It's obvious." Peter paused when Brad just said that. "But I like her too."

Peter started panicking, and his heart was beating fast in fear. "Wait a minute. Hey, hey. You cannot show her that photo, dude. Come on."

Brad sighed. "I'm sorry, man. I have to. She deserves the truth." After that, Brad walked away, looking back at his phone, preparing to show the picture to you.