Spider-Man Far From Home · Y/n story by @liliveez

The world had been put back together, piece by piece. The sky was blue again. The air smelled of jet fuel and fresh bread and the collective, nervous sweat of thirty teenagers crammed into the arrivals hall of Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Michelle Jones

without looking up from her book If you stare any harder, you’re going to give her a sunburn through the terminal windows.

Peter Parker

jumps What? I’m not—I was just looking at the… the baggage claim signs. They’re in French.

Ned Leeds

Dude, the sign is a picture of a suitcase. It’s universal. adjusts his camera strap You good? You’ve been weird since we boarded.

Peter Parker

I’m good! I’m great. It’s Europe. We’re in Europe. On a trip. With the decathlon team.

A teacher’s voice cut through the chatter, herding them toward the buses idling outside. The group began to shuffle forward, a tide of backpacks and excitement.

Peter Parker

Hey. So. Paris, huh?