The heat was gone, any ounce of sickness that he still might have felt disappeared, he saw brightness that wasn’t a glaring orange hue projected into the sky. It was as if he closed his eyes and the second he had opened them up he was brought into New York, the real New York this time around. There was no ominous feeling lurking in the air, no immediate sense of dread and there was sunlight - something he hadn’t seen for quite a few months. He couldn’t believe it, almost seeming too good to be true.
And maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe what they thought to be the soul stone was actually a weird state of purgatory like most had first assumed after everything happened. There was nothing about this situation that made sense, they knew that from their very first time being in fake New York and the one thing he wanted the most in the world had come true, but he wasn’t really there. It was some cruel trick his mind had been playing on him, because how could they have ended back up here? What changed?
However, the conspiracy theories he started building in his mind were quickly deterred as he turned his head and saw the people next to him, the ones who had been in the stone and were looking just about as lost as he was. His eyes scanned a bit more around them until they landed on other familiar faces and he couldn’t help but feel tears begin to prick the corner of eyes involuntarily. “I can’t believe it.” he said softly in disbelief.
This was so messed up. Gwen had always thought that her Earth was crazy, but this was intense. Some power-mad Titan had literally halved the universe’s population and until recently, everyone had thought all of these people to be dead. May had thought them to be dead, and along with them, Peter. Gwen hadn’t meant to find herself living in Peter’s bedroom, wearing his clothes, finding comfort in the familiarity of his Aunt May, but when she had arrived there with nothing but her Spider-Woman costume and no way to get back home, she simply couldn’t find the strength to refuse May’s offer.
Of course, May had taken her shopping and bought her her own clothes, but that didn’t stop her from wearing Peter’s hoodies and mourning a boy she had never even known- not really. She had mourned her own Peter years ago and he had been her best friend, but this Peter? Knowing he was dead too? It damn near broke her heart.
Word had gotten out though. About how the dusted were still alive, trapped in a world with no means of escape, and how the Avengers were going to find a way to get to them. Gwen had wanted to help, obviously, but in a weird way she felt responsible for May. Like she couldn’t put her suit back on and jump into the action for fear that it could be too much for the woman. May had done so much for her, the last thing she needed was to lose someone else to this mad Titan’s war.
So now? Now, she stood there in awe as she watched the presumed deceased being returned to this world, pulling on Peter’s hoody as she wrapped it tighter around herself. Maybe, just maybe... That was when she saw him.
Gwen’s feet were moving through the crowd towards him before her brain even knew what she was doing. This was all too weird. She needed to see him up close, to know he was really there, but would he even know who she was? May had told her that this Earth’s Gwen had moved away when they were kids, but perhaps he would know... perhaps it wouldn’t be all that weird that some random girl in his hoody was crying over a boy she didn’t know. Because she was. She was crying silently as she reached him, her hands reaching towards him for the briefest moment before she quickly lowered them again.
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