Before you noticed your suit, you had begun collecting your belongings in your suitcase. In an attempt to keep you two safe, Tony constructed you a suit after he made Pepper one. He also intended to create one for Morgan when she grew older, but sadly, he passed away before he was able to witness her growing up. But even though you knew your father only wanted his family to be safe, you made a vow to him that you would construct a suit for Morgan. You made the decision to leave behind the suit, believing that nothing bad would occur.

You and Pepper made the decision to buy an apartment in New York so that you could travel to school more easily. When you have free time or vacation, you are welcome to visit the cabin once in a while.

After packing, you went to the living room and sat beside Harley, who's staying with you for a while since he's like an older brother to you. "How are you holding up?"

You shrugged. "Fine, I guess."

Harley looked at your room's door. "Have you fully packed your things?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I did."

Harley nodded in relief and then looked at you. He held your hand and sighed. "It's gonna take a long time to move on. It's hard, I know."

You sighed as well and leaned your head on Harley's shoulder. "It is hard. It's hard for all of us. No one can ever be like Dad. He's a great man, hero, friend, son, and father."

"Tony is the only father figure I ever had," Harley admitted. "After my dad left me, Tony came, and I felt like he was my father and a friend at the same time."

"Some move on, but not us," You added as you stared at the window.

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Peter grinned broadly as he opened his window and took in the scenery as the plane got ready for takeoff. Excitingly, Ned, who was seated next to Peter, tapped his closest friend on the shoulder many times.

Together with your two teachers, you and your classmates are traveling to Europe. One of your biggest goals is to travel to Europe, particularly to London. It is unfortunately not included in the itinerary, but Paris is, so it was still an achievement.

Just then, from across the aircraft, comes the sound of a well-known voice. It was Flash Thompson. In his hand was a drink that contained alcohol.

"Yo, Parker!" Flash called out, causing Peter to turn around and look at him. "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."

You walked by Peter and Ned while Brad Davis was with you, just behind you.

"Ma'am?" You called out.

The flight attendant, who's beside Flash, turned to you. "Mm-hm?"

You pointed at Flash. "He's 16, not 21."

Flash gawked at you. "Liar!"

You gave him a blank stare. "Why don't you give her your ID to prove it?" You feigned a sweet smile. You looked back at the flight attendant. "He's my classmate."

Flash gave you a furious look, not realizing that the flight attendant was trying to take his drink away from him. Flash looked down at the glass as the flight attendant took hold of it. "I'll take that."

People started to laugh as Flash's eyes went wide and panicked. He turned to the flight attendant and glanced at you. "She's lying! I don't even know this girl!"

Peter and Ned were staring at you in amazement as you moved to face them. You gave them a wink and turned to walk away. Brad Davis gave you a dreamy smile, then turned to face Peter and Ned. "Classic (Y/n), huh?" Brad praised before leaving.

Peter looked over at Brad Davis with a surprised expression. Ned continued to stare at Brad as Peter started talking. "Did you know Brad was coming?"

Ned shook his head. "It's so weird. Like, one day, he's that 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."

After witnessing Brad and you place your belongings in the overhead compartment, Peter drew his eyebrows closer together. With a pout, Peter averted his gaze. "Not all the girls are after him."

"No, man. They're all after him."

You and Brad are helping each other out with your bags. "Here?" Brad asked with a smile. You nodded and chuckled. "Yeah. Here."

Ned looked down and brought out his laptop. "Anyway, on to more important things." He unzipped his bag. He shows Peter what he has. "It's a nine-hour flight. We can play Beast Slayers the whole time."

Peter looked back at you, staring at you for a split second before leaning into Ned's ear to whisper. "Buddy, you gotta help me."

"For what?"

"For sitting right next to (y/n), of course!"

Ned rolled his eyes as he sighed. Peter looked back at you again.

"Seriously?" Ned asked exhaustedly.

Peter nodded. "Yes, seriously."

"What about our plan? American bachelors in Europe!"

"That's your plan! That's a solo plan. Come on, this is my plan." Ned looked at him with solemn eyes. He turned around and looked back at him again. Peter looked desperately at him. "Please."

Ned rolled his eyes as his head leaned back. "Fine." Ned gets up from his seat over to you and Brad, who are sitting next to each other. "Hey... uhh... (Y/n)?"

You looked up and quickly smiled. "Oh, hey, Ned! What's up?"

"Uh, there's an old lady in front of us wearing a crazy amount of perfume, and it's kind of setting off Peter's allergies." Ned lied, but there was indeed an old woman who sprayed too much perfume in front of them. "Uh, Brad, if you could switch seats with him, that would be—"

You gave him a skeptical glance. You knew Peter because Tony talked about him a lot. Tony also said that although Peter was quite talkative to him, he never brought up the subject of his allergies—namely, his allergy to scent. But when Peter sneezes a little when the old lady continues to spray her perfume, your doubts fade and you become assured.

"He's allergic to perfume?" Brad asked, who was not easily convinced.

Ned stayed silent and shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, because i-it makes his eyes water, and he can't really—"

Roger Harrington turned around in his seat after eavesdropping on the conversation. "Peter has a perfume allergy?"

Ned widened his eyes, gulped, and quickly shook his head. "Oh, uh..."

"From experience, perfume allergies are no joke. I can feel hives breaking out already. (Y/n), stand up."

Ned started panicking. 'Peter's going to kill me.' But he stopped panicking when you stood up. "No need. I'll let him sit right next to me." You looked down at Brad. "Can you exchange seats with Peter?"

Brad frowned. "Why?"

"Because Peter's obviously allergic," You told him. Brad sighed and slowly stood up. Peter blushed slightly and stood up too, exchanging seats with Brad. You looked at Betty, who was sitting with Michelle. "Hmm... I don't think Brad could take the perfume. Here, Ned, you sit with Betty while Brad sits with Michelle."

Peter smiled in triumph. Ned hesitated at first but sat right next to Betty. Ned turned around to Betty. "So do you want to play Beast Slayer?"

Betty shook her head, feeling awkward. "Nope."

Awkward silence.

Ned thought of a topic again. "Have you ever played any kind of PC game or—?"

Betty shook her head once again. "No."

Ned nodded. "Got it."

Michelle sat right next to Brad. Brad looked at Michelle and awkwardly smiled. "Oh. Hi."

Michelle just nodded without looking at him, her eyes fixed on her book. "Sup."

You sat back and looked at Peter worriedly. "You okay? I heard you sneeze."

Peter blinked, trying to remember when he sneezed. He finally remembered and nodded slowly. "Oh! Um, yeah! T-Totally!"

You frowned. "I didn't know you're allergic to perfume. I'm so glad I haven't worn one today. I forgot it."

Peter bit his lip shyly. "You, uh, smell nice even without your perfume."

A small blush tinted your cheeks as you smiled at his compliment. "Thanks."

An awkward silence filled the air. Peter scrunched his face as he cringed himself from his own compliment. 'I sound like a creep. You're so lame, Parker.' You, on the other hand, just rest your cheek on your palm as you smile like an idiot who's in love.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen; this is your captain speaking." The pilot greeted. "Flight time today will be eight hours and forty-nine minutes to Venice, Italy."

Peter looked around and looked down at his headphones. "Well, I-uh, I've gotta dual headphone adapter if you wanna watch a movie."

You smiled. "I'd love to."

Peter blushed. You and Peter started watching a movie. Your favorite movie. You looked at Peter with a surprised look. 'He knows my favorite movie? How?' You smiled and looked back at the screen to watch the movie with him.

After an hour since the movie is a two-hour-long movie (if your favorite movie isn't two hours long, it's fine. just imagine watching two movies then), you felt sleepy. You yawned quietly and covered your mouth with your palm. Peter saw you struggling with how to sleep. He took a lot of courage and cleared his throat, tapping his shoulder.

You looked at him confusingly. Peter smiled at you and gestured for you to sleep on his shoulder. You hesitated, but you dropped your head on his shoulder. It felt warm and comforting, causing you to smile, and finally, you fell asleep.

Peter grinned in excitement as he blushed. "One small victory." He mouthed to himself. He looked at you and looked down to see your lips. He blushed furiously before immediately looking away. "Nope. Not yet." He whispered.

He began to feel somewhat sleepy as well. Though he was unsure, he rested his head on the top of your head and shut his eyes. He breathed deeply, taking in the pleasant scent of your hair, which caused him to become somewhat disoriented and faint due to how wonderful it smelt.