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“Oh yeah,” he says, “I just love ‘em.” His jaw is only a little clenched, his chest only a little tight. Historically, happily ever after and Peter Parker haven’t gotten along so well. No amount of just trying to buck up and be happy for someone else for one goddamn night has been able to shake the feeling. He looks up from his drink, raising it in toast to say, “There absolutely is, it’s just--” And then Peter finally sees the girl he’s talking to. And drops his glass.
No, happily ever after and Peter Parker don’t get along. She’s why.
she should be used to it, considering this is hardly gwen stacy's first run with peter parkers. still, her chest tightens, arms wrapping around herself protectively. "this your first rodeo, parker?" she asks, eyes flickering up and yeah, the pit in her stomach still drops. still hurts. the tip of her ballet pointed shoes brush against the glass shatters, pushing it away from her feet, head tilting to the side. he looks like her peter. like her dead best friend. but she knows he's not hers. a pause, head tilts. "let me guess. you couldn't save me, either."
