Time to Leave - Peter

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Venice was beautiful. She was glad they had managed to get to it as it near the recommended time the Inn's "travel agents" had told them to take before heading back 'home'.

She was standing in the middle of one of the squares that overlooked a large, old, beautiful church. She was waiting for Peter to bring back some gelato before they headed to the train. It felt... Bittersweet. This other world felt almost like home. The space and the diversity really helped Liz to relax. Spending time with Peter here, too, helped make things feel... Right.

She adjusted her pack on her shoulder as she waited.

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"Yeah?" Peter smiles at that. He was always kinda self-conscious about how he smelled since it wasn't like he could smell his stuff. "I just used the stuff in the hotel." He hadn't exactly packed up his shampoo from the inn for this trip. Even though he was sure Alec had.

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She smiled stronger. "No, it's not that kind of smell." Liz lifted her head and looked at him. "You have this... Smell. It's always there, even when you use different soaps. Your hoodie used to smell like it too."

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"You think?"

It feels weird knowing Liz is smelling him. But... if she likes it... it might not be worth feeling self-conscious about.

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"I dont know how to explain it..
It's like...who you are? Like if I closed my eyes, I could tell it was you."

She blushed because she didn't think she was making much sense. "I'm sorry, that's probably really weird to say."

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"Yeah, a little," he says, laughing lightly. "But if you like it, it doesn't matter if it's weird. I don't mind it."

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She ducked her head a little, letting her legs unfold back to the sitting position. Somehow being weird around Peter felt safer than other people. She let the silence sit around them for a moment.

"...do you think that guy will come back?" They had 16 hours and the train made a lot of stops.

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Peter's lips quirk up.

"If he does, we can just start making out again."

The obvious solution.

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Liz looked at him with amusement. "Every time?"

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"Not if you don't want to," Peter says quickly.

But he certainly won't object.

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She laughed softly. "I don't mind, but I wonder what the guy will think." Amusement shone in her eyes. "Maybe he'll open the door and throw cold water on us at some point."

Though really, the idea of some poor guy thinking she and Peter were just constantly making out, or more, for 16 hours was kind of funny.

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If they made out for 16 hours, even Alec would be impressed.

"Did you have another idea?"

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"Oh, um... I don't know." She looked out the window, but thought about it. "I don't think saying we lost it would work. They'd probably ask us to buy more tickets... and I'm too young to flirt with him." Isabel would have done that. Liz didn't think she could pull something like that off.

"...We could try to make it so that he's really embarrassed and doesn't want to look at us again."

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"You don't think him seeing us make out wasn't embarrassing enough?"

Peter's not sure how they can possibly be more embarrassing without taking off more clothes next time.

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Liz wasn't exactly prepare to be naked in front of anyone other than Peter.

"Maybe." She hoped so, anyways. "We could always just... make noises if he comes close." Like they sometimes did in movies.

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Peter rubs the side of his nose and looks down. "That'd probably be more embarrassing for me than it would be for him," he admits. He's not sure if he could even imagine it if he were actually trying. The little moans he made with Liz happened naturally.

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"Yeah, me too." It would probably come out sounding like some ridiculous comedic thing anyways and no one would buy it. She bet some of the people at the inn could do it, though, and do it well.

She looked at him as he looked at the ground. "What would you do if you were here by yourself?"

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"Like here? On the train?" he asks, uncertainly.

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She nodded. "Yeah. If you had the same problem, but by yourself. How would you solve it?"

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"I'd just climb on the ceiling and stay there until he went away."

Most people didn't look up at the ceiling. Now that Peter spent a lot of time hiding there, he often looked up when he entered a room, as if he was expecting to see someone up there.

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She looked up at the ceiling. Did people really not look up like that? She thought about it for a moment and she realized she didn't really look up a lot either. Her eyes traced the ceiling thoughtfully.

"We could try to do that, if you like." She'd obviously need his help.

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"It might not be very comfortable," he admits. "I'd probably have to press you against the ceiling. But if you wanted to give it a try, yeah."

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She caused this problem so she didn't think she had a lot of say on whether or not she got to be comfortable. She looked away from the ceiling to Peter. "It's okay, if that's what it takes." She smiled to him. Even if that meant she'd probably be stuck like that for two hours.

Liz paused, then looked a bit sheepish. "Do you think... I could try them? Your web-shooters, I mean." She had never asked before, not because she hadn't been curious, but because that was Peter's thing and she didn't want to intrude. Now, for whatever reason, she wondered if it wouldn't be so bad.

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"Oh, yeah."

Peter takes them off and hands them over to Liz. "Think you know how to use them?" She's probably seen him use them dozens of times by now.

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"I think so." Though maybe the harder part was figuring out how it went on her wrist. It took her a second to fiddle with it and then, when she thought it was on, she then had to figure out what to do with it. She couldn't just shoot anywhere - people would see. So her gaze went back up to the ceiling.

She bit her bottom lip as she lifted her hand. Liz felt incredibly silly - who did she think she was? And when she pressed the button and the webbing shot out, she let out a soft little yelp. How fast the button responded and the speed of which the fluid rushed out surprised her, despite having seen it done a bunch of times before.

There was now webbing in the corner of the ceiling. Liz blushed a bit, sheepish about her reaction.

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"That's pretty good," Peter says, smiling broadly. "Better than the first time I tried to use it."

That's definitely true. And his own homemade web-slingers were far less sophisticated than the ones Mr. Stark designed for him, so that only added to the difficulty.