#far from home spoilers

Imagine selling Peter Parker a necklace in Venice.

requested by: me
warnings: KINDA FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS but nothing plotty so ?? not really ? but sorta.

The sun shone on the water in Venice, and you watched it through the window of your grandfather’s jewellery shop. Gondolas floated by carrying lovesick couples and you couldn’t help but simultaneously dislike and admire them. But one day you’d have the chance to see the city through a lovers’ eyes, surely. You dreamed of the day.

Elbow on the desk and chin in your hand, you dazed through the minutes, visions of romance with a guy you hadn’t met yet dancing before your eyes.

If you focused enough, you could make out a face.

Dark hair, sharp jaw, an eyebrow that seemed like it wanted to be brushed. A brown eyes set in a gentle expression - he’d have a sweetness that no one could replicate.

You imagined him at the window, eyeing glass necklaces in the window. You’d send him a breezy smile when he looks in, and he’d be a little flustered, but manage to shoot one right back.

And then he’d stumble into the shop, backpack slung over his shoulder, and say a heavily accented “Ciao.”

You smiled dreamily. It was almost as if he was real. “Ciao.”

He bounced on his feet a little, awkwardness seeping through. “Hi, um, I was wondering- I’m looking for a necklace? A black dahlia one?”

His voice was eager, ernest. But wait, his English- well, it was English, and you could barely understand. This boy was actually American. He wasn’t in your head.

You gasped and snapped upright, a deep blush dusting your cheeks and ears to the point that you were nervous you’d break a sweat. His brows shot up at your sudden energy and change of disposition, and an awkward laugh fell from his lips.

“Uh, you okay?”

You brushed a couple of strands of hair out of your face and joined his laugh, acutely aware of your heavy accent. And then, acutely aware that you were aware of it. You dealt with American tourists daily - why were you suddenly like this? You cleared your throat and reassured, “I’m okay, very good. Necklace?”

He smiled again, nodding. “Yeah, a black dahlia one? You know, like the murder.”

“Murder,” you scoffed, “I know. I think I have it-?” You emerged from behind the counter and led the boy to a flower collection by another window, cursing yourself for not trying harder in your English lessons. The words wouldn’t come to your mind when you spoke to him, and then they felt clumsy in your mouth when you tried to use them. So much for elegance.

Your fingers knocked pendants aside to find a certain one that hung from the holder, and your excitement spiked when you found the one you wanted. You unhooked it and turned to show him, but-

He was right there. He must have been leaning with you to look over your shoulder, and when you turned he accidentally elbowed your… front curves.

“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t mean-” he professed, taking a huge step backwards, hands open and high in front of him. He cleared his throat when you shook your head, just as pink as him, the delicious smell he wore swirling in your mind. “No no no, no worries.”

Whether it was feigned surprise or he was just trying to disperse the embarrassment, you couldn’t tell, but as soon as his eyes sought the pendant he announced, “Hey, that’s perfect!”

He bent to inspect it, and you took the opportunity to take in his expression. The wonder on his face was so endearing, and you couldn’t help the curve that pulled your lips.

You weren’t sure what it was, but something possessed you and made you voice your thoughts in Italian. “So are you.”

written by: archie

peter-man the menace