Wings || Peter Parker

19: Red Carpet

Trigger warning: Creepy old men making women uncomfortable.

Harley slid the door open and stepped out.

I held my breath. It was overwhelming. There was a lot of noise and camera flashes.

Peter got out next, hopping out and holding Harley's hand that he offered up.

I ruffled my wings and scooched to the edge of the seat, grabbing Harley's extended hand as he helped me out of the car.

I stepped on the ground in the vans Peter gave to me. I pulled my wings out of the car, shaking out all the feathers and adjusting them to the right position so I wouldn't trip over them walking.

All at once, the sound was overwhelming. Thousands of cameras flashed, hundreds of reporters shouted, and a ton of feathers were floating around me in the air.

Up ahead on the carpet was Shuri, the king, and Okoye. Shuri waved at us before continuing to pose for photos and making their way to the first doorway.

We were still outside, in a large stone park in front of a huge building. I didn't look around the city much, but bright billboards flickered in the corners of my eyes.

Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me forwards. I stumbled, almost falling.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed. "We need to go!"

I nodded and followed the two boys. They had dropped each other's hands, standing on either side of me instead.

"Just smile and walk slowly," Harley whispered.

I nodded, though he couldn't see me.

I looked into a few of the cameras, pausing when the boys did to pose. For some of the pictures I unfolded my wings like Shuri had suggested and was immediately met with a ton of "oohs" and "Ahhs."

I left a trail of feathers, unfortunately. Peter and Harley had to pick feathers out of each other's hair occasionally.

"How're you doing?" Peter asked.

I shrugged. 

"Max, I'll give you ten bucks if you can make it rain feathers for the next photo," Harley added.

"What-" Peter stopped. "Why would you do that?"

"Because it would look awesome!" Harley exclaimed. "Max, do it!"

"No-" 

I already did it. I opened my wings to the full length, spreading feathers everywhere. I quickly closed them once I realized actually how many feathers had fallen.

"Awesome!" Harley shouted, laughing and waving them at Peter.

Peter quickly joined in, and so did I. Soon we were all laughing. My stomach hurt, and my face was tired from smiling so much. 

I couldn't see the carpet beneath the layer of feathers I'd left.

That made me laugh even more. There were feathers in everyone's hair, even reporters.

"Don't do that again," Peter warned, holding his stomach.

Harley was still in a laughing fit when he spoke. "Come on we gotta keep walking!"

I continued to make my way down the row of reporters. We eventually made it to the doorway, where my face instantly relaxed and I took a deep breath. There was a small lobby we walked through alone until we were inside and had to climb a staircase to get to the interviewing reporters.