"My heart against all odds held still, but goodbye until tomorrow."

Warnings:
– Far From Home spoilers
– Even though I just watched the film, please forgive me if I had a few lines rephrased. I don't have the sharpest memory ever.
– Also, mediocre writing. I'm so sorry!

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Jet-setting was one of my favorite things to do. Going to different places were just definitely in my blood, and I just can never get enough of it. It was one of the things that I was blessed to enjoy whilst growing up, traveling. However, if it meant getting stuck Brad Davis for an entirely planned European tour, I would rather stay at home and look at the Tony Stark mural my family did to honor the hero who saved our family once. It was not that I hated the mentioned boy, but let us just say that we both have creative differences that are just quite hard to settle or compromise. I just really had to thank Peter for joining this trip too, if it wasn't for him, I'd really pick staying at home.

Okay, let's be clear here, I do like Peter. I really do— I mean, he maybe shy and a little awkward, but the guy's really sweet and caring. There was only one problem though, he liked another girl. At first, he liked this senior Liz who sadly moved to the opposite side of the country. Now, he is into MJ, another girl who went to school with us. If you can't see, if I called MJ an "another" girl, I was the girl other than the another girl, which means I am categorized in those people Peter know, but I don't know— everything is just too complicated to explain. I would be lying if I said that it didn't hurt me, or if jealousy never hit me. The truth is, it did and it still hurts.

I settled down on the seat stated on my boarding pass, just in between Ned and Peter. As much as I hated seating in the middle during flights, this one did not bother me at all. First of all, I was with my best friends, and we all had some exciting plans for the flight. My only concern is Peter wobbling all over his seat just to see MJ for the rear, rather than sitting down still like how a guy his age should act. I found it really disturbing in my part, not only was he bothering me, but my heart just sunk deeper and deeper every time he tries to get a glimpse of the girl he is crushing on.

"... and all these girls are after him?" I heard Ned say whilst he was looking at Brad.

"Not all the girls are after him." Peter claimed.

"I'm not." I snapped my fingers.

I heard MJ giggle as Brad helped him put her carryon into the overhead cabins. Looking over to Peter, I saw his eyes begin to be filled with jealousy mixed with a little bit of rage, and even though I wanted to stand up and tell him to wake up to the new century, he won't listen to me. However, if MJ were to be the one to do that, he would do it faster than a dog who got orders from his owner. He is definitely head over heels for the girl.

Peter tapped Ned on the shoulder, "I need you to help me sit next to MJ."

"Seriously," Ned sighed as we both looked at Peter. "What about our plan? American bachelor's in Europe."

Peter tried to beg Ned by telling him at being an "American bachelor in Europe" was not a part of his plans, and that one of his only plans were to be with MJ. I tried to kick Ned's feet to tell him not to do what Peter says, making him a lot more confused of whom to follow, but as always, I never succeeded.

In the end, Peter still got what he demanded for, just not in the way he planned it to be. To be honest, his mess gave us both the worst seats in the house. He sat down in between Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell, while I sat beside Brad Davis, who also happened to be all over MJ. All I wanted at that moment was to turn back time, and tell Ned a better excuse than a "perfume allergy," or maybe just stop him from doing this for Peter. I mean, seriously? He was lucky Mr. Harrington bought it.

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It was really exciting when we all got to Venice. I was just really mesmerized by the beauty the city had to offer. I could not take my camera down, for all I did was to take photographs of the picturesque 360 views. Well, that was until I noticed Peter, who happens to be sitting down beside me, lock his eyes on the woman she admired. A pang of jealousy hit me, making me want to push MJ off the boat, and her spot at the front of the boat just made it all a lot easier. It all slapped me in the face when I realized that I could not do that to the girl, I may not like her that much since she is Peter's crush, but she's still my friend.

I tried to drive my attention to Ned and his girlfriend, Betty. They were a pretty cute couple, honestly. None of us saw this relationship coming; it was a random seed no one knew left behind to grow millions of years ago to grow in the middle of a city. I could sense the happiness they had in that multiple hour long tie they had. It looked really fun, and I wish I had one myself.

We basically just dropped off our luggages at the hotel, and then left immediately afterwards to go on with the trip. Throughout the day, I would always see Peter all over MJ, not physically though, but his mind is all full of thoughts about her. I really wanted to get his attention, or maybe even tell him that I like him— I just don't have the guts to do any of the two things that I said. I'm as awkward as ever.

"Hey Peter," I said swooping beside him whilst he was staring MJ from afar. "Why aren't you with the group?"

"I have plans," he looked at me for a quick second. "You can come with me if you want."

I smiled, nodding my head. It's like I have any other choice when I want to hang out with the man I adore. If I can't beat MJ with his crushing, I guess I should just join him in his quest of getting the girl's heart even if it hurts me a lot. I knew part of his plan to tell MJ how much he likes her, and I was happy with the small amount that I know, it wasn't as if I wanted to know all. I mean, that would just put me in a deeper abyss, right?

Both of us ended up in this antique gift shop with the hopes of finding Peter's little gift for MJ. Luck was with us, for we went to the right shop. When the owner showed us the item, I found it to be a real beauty. My mind then began to wander off, thinking of Peter were to put it on my neck that moment, and that him liking MJ was just a show to cover his feelings for me.

"It's perfect." Peter said.

I flashed Peter a small smile before running as fast and as far as I could. I did not want to be involved in any more of his plans; I cannot handle the pain that it gives me. As I spotted a spot which was not crowded at all, I sat down. I know I don't stand a chance and that I should just let go, but my heart forevermore holds still.

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On our way to Prague, we had this ten minute toilet break at the Western Alps of Austria. I honestly did not feel the need to go the bathroom or whatsoever, I felt like I didn't need to do any sort of business here. I was perfectly fine, so I decided to explore the stop. When I saw Brad trailing away from the restrooms, curiosity got the best of time, that I decided to see where he was off to. Never have I been interested about this boy, something just got my guts that time.

"I'm sorry," he said with a shocked expression plastered all over his face. "I thought this was the bathroom."

"This is not what it looks like!" I heard Peter's voice seep through my ears.

I rushed to the door, just to see a European woman and Peter in his underwear. I finally got why Brad was so surprised. I tried my best to look calm and clean at the moment, but I know that when I turn back, I won't be able to erase the scene inside my head. It was one of those things that you wish you could easily forget, yet no matter what you do, nothing happens. Also, again, it hurts.

"Y/N," Peter looked at me. "It's not what it looks like."

Before I could reply, Brad's phone shot a flash, taking the photo to probably show MJ, or for souvenir purposes. He eventually walked away, and so did I. I could think of a million different reasons to why he took a picture, but I know that it would all bottomline to one purpose: to humiliate Peter. With that, being the good friend that I am, I "accidentally" tripped over and grab Brad's phone from his hand, in order to delete the photo.

"Peter," I stopped the boy from chasing the man I hate. "It's going to be fine; I already deleted the photo."

"Thank you," he said smiling. "You saved me out there."

My eyes began to water, "I know that you like MJ, and I totally get it. You deserve her, go and get her. That's what I want you to hear— Look, I won't join the trip anymore."

"What? Why?" He asked looking at me with such concern.

"I don't know how to say it," I sighed. "Let's just say that you won't see me ever again."

"What are you saying," Peter asked me. "Did something happen? What is wrong?"

I pulled him to the side wherein no one would see us, "I don't know! You won't be able to understand, but this piece of paper will explain everything to you. Don't open it just yet, and if you do, don't look back, go chase MJ."

I shoved the neatly folded paper into his pockets before I turned back, ready to run away. Just before when I thought I would be racing through the streets, I turned back to cup Peter's face, planting my lips unto his. That was when I told him my final goodbye. After that exact moment, I quickly sprinted away, not caring wherever my feet will take me.

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The Night Before
(Venice, Italy)

I want my life to be much more meaningful, rather than being stuck here carrying the pain caused by a little crush. Everything hit me when one of the "elementals," specifically the water, attacked the city of Venice. Instead of running away, like the instinct of a normal person, I stayed still and remained as calm as ever. At that moment I knew that I am deeply affected by Peter, that I needed to create the space between. With that, I sat down, took a pen and a piece of paper to write everything I have always wanted to tell the man.

Dear Peter,

Don't ever look back after reading this. Throw this away by the moment you reach my signature. Forget about the person who wrote this. Chase MJ. Never regret doing any of those.

What the heck am I saying, right? I would normally try to chuckle by this moment, but I feel like this won't be the appropriate time to do so. Well, Peter I know that you're Spider-Man, and don't ask me how I found out about it. Don't worry, your secret will be safe with me. I also know that Tony gave you access to EDITH. How'd I know? I'm the niece of Pepper. Don't try to search me using that AR, I erased all my data in case anyone wants to track me or something— not that I think any of you would be interested on tracing my trails.

Anyways, here is the main purpose of this letter: I really wanted to tell you how much I like you. I liked you prior to knowing that you are Spider-Man, and even way before you became rip. Wow, that sounded so weird. Carrying on, I like you a lot. Around five years ago, during homecoming, I had prayed so hard for you to dance with me. Instead, you disappeared, trying to save our asses from Liz's dad. Isn't it odd, that I know all of these? That's what I call perks of being a relative of Tony's then-soon-to-be-fiancé. When I became a part of the blip, when I was turning into dust, all I thought about was you. Now that we're back, I wanted to see if I stood a chance with you, but then I was wrong. Don't feel bad though, it's not your fault that you liked MJ. She is a million times better than me, or the person I could ever be. She's a lot more pretty too. Give her a kiss, and tell her that you love her. My heart against all odds held still, but goodbye until tomorrow.

I know that this letter had been so dramatic, so let's leave it on a positive promise. If someone tries to mess up with the reputation of Spider-Man or maybe you perhaps, that will be the only moment you might see me again. Or maybe, I would be working to clear you from the shadows. Who knows? I would just like to let you know that no one shall ever mess with you, and I can never break it. If you wanted to know, it was a life long mission Pepper gave me to ensure your safety. I will still be with you, just not physically.

— Y/N

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This one is rushed, so the result came out for it to be one crappy one shot. I'll try to edit it soon.

— Chelle