"Sixteen hours," Peter says with a sigh, recalling exactly how much time it'll take them to get back to Amsterdam. He could barely withstand 37 minutes in a warehouse. This long in a train basically felt like forever. Sure, the flight to Germany hadn't been quick, either, but at least on Mr. Stark's private plane, the amenities were more than basic and he could go virtually anywhere without anyone complaining.
Except sometimes Happy, who didn't really count because Happy was always complaining. And besides that, Mr. Stark's plane was faster than your average plain, too.
The train ride here hadn't been nearly as long because they stopped at places along the way. Not possible when they were running so tight on time.
"We'll just have to find some way for us to entertain ourselves," he says. He's picked up enough books and printouts along the way that he should hopefully be able to keep himself preoccupied a good chunk of the way there.
Peter finishes off his gelato, deposits it into a trash can, then reaches for Liz's hand and leads the way to the train station.
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Date: 2018-07-03 10:48 pm (UTC)Except sometimes Happy, who didn't really count because Happy was always complaining. And besides that, Mr. Stark's plane was faster than your average plain, too.
The train ride here hadn't been nearly as long because they stopped at places along the way. Not possible when they were running so tight on time.
"We'll just have to find some way for us to entertain ourselves," he says. He's picked up enough books and printouts along the way that he should hopefully be able to keep himself preoccupied a good chunk of the way there.
Peter finishes off his gelato, deposits it into a trash can, then reaches for Liz's hand and leads the way to the train station.