Peterâs sleep-filled eyes moved to his hand as Gwen took hold of it. He let her inspect it, wondering if there was anyway she could see him as she had before. But there was no going back after something like this. He was Spider-Man. He wasnât average, even if there were plenty of days he wished he could be again. At least it was one less secret he had to keep to himself.
When she fit her fingers between his, he copied the motion and smiled. Gwen didnât know it, but superpowers and spandex would actually fit her quite well. Ah rightâ thereâs another secret he would have to keep. Today wasnât the right day to tell her about the other dimensions, her other self, the fact that he was dead there and she was the one swinging around on webs. Maybe someday, but not today.
He was listening, really he was. And he heard every word she said, but his brain was in a bit of a fog so all he managed was a smile and a soft huff of laughter after she kissed him. Yeah, she was right. Her dad wasnât his biggest fan before all of this, so why even worry? He squeezed her hand lightly as a way to let her know he was right on board with her.
Peter let himself fall to the side, leaning over far enough so his head found its place on her shoulder. Then he laughed. âI think itâs fun to get thrown off of buildings. And Iâd catch you. Thatâs what I do.â
Okay. This was okay. Or, at least, it would be. Her boyfriend was Spider-man - how the hell?? - but they were okay. Peter still liked her and she liked him despite the giant omission of truth. Things might have been weird but theyâd figure it out. Her father wasnât likely to recreate a Rapunzel scenario. Still, Gwen and George rarely fought. She went out of her way to be the perfect daughter because thatâs what he deserved with the stress of his job and the loss of her mother. Gwen succeeded because she wanted to but she didnât know how to handle the thought of willingly entering into conflict with him. That could be figured out later. Right then, Peter was tired and she was too.
For a moment there was just silence as Gwen felt Peter breathe beside her. She was stuck in an instance where she had so much to say but couldnât bring herself to. Maybe in the morning when her mind had cleared. Despite the lies, she almost felt closer to him than she ever did before. Even if the whole world was in on the secret Gwen was glad to be the one next to him.
âThank god Iâm not afraid of heights then. My dad is.â Idle babble. âHow good is your track record right now? It has to be pretty good. I trust you.â
Gwen believed in death. Of course she did, with her mother ten feet under. She knew how much it could sting but she didnât fear her own. If there was anyone to be secure around it was Peter. Shifting, Gwen took a deep breath in.
âCan I stay here tonight? This is your room at the Compound, isnât it? My dad is going to kill me and I just -- Iâm enjoying being with you right now. Itâs not like he can storm the premise. If not itâs cool. I just thought Iâd ask.â Thankfully, from that angle, he couldnât see the blush that highlighted her cheeks.