Peter-Man, No Wait....

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The Next Chapter || Pwen

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Peter just stared at her for a moment, his mind racing with all the thoughts that were swimming around in his head. He held up the token between them.

“Remember Roosevelt?” He started, feeling unsteady, even though her that was placed in his arm was the best anchor he could have ever hoped for. He flipped it up in the air and she caught swiftly as he began to pace in the small space that was once his room. “My dad’s lab?” He stammered.

“I came across a document that was in his briefcase… it was strange, so I started really studying it, and I found out it was written in code.” He finally stilled by the window, looking out and resting his hands on the sill. “He has more…” He looked over his shoulder at Gwen and smiled slightly. “A few, I think… but I’ve found the location of one.” He turned around and then leaned back against the sill and folded his arms across his chest. He hadn’t been back to the secret lab since Oscorp’s restructuring and Harry’s downfall…. He was too scared that he would draw attention to it, and he didn’t want the information in it found and exploited.

“It’s in Canada, on the outskirts of a small town.” He looked up at her. “I…” he started, then stopped.  “I want to go there… check it out, and see if there’s anything else I can learn about him and my mom.”

It wasn’t a lie. He did want to learn more about what his parents were working on… maybe this location had more video diaries and he could see them again. But that wasn’t the only reason he wanted so badly to go.

He wanted to know if it was possible to make a new spider… A spider that was specific to Gwen. But he wasn’t ready to say that out loud. Suddenly his hands came up and raked through his hair.

“It’s probably nothing… more of the same that was at Roosevelt.”

All of Peter’s pacing worried Gwen.  “Roosevelt?” She thought back to all those years ago, remembering suddenly, the whole ordeal with Peter’s friend Harry Osborne, and the underground lab Peter had confided in her about. “Right, the lab…” she spoke softly, and more to herself than to Peter, as he seemed a bit lost in his own thoughts.

Recalling that part of their lives all in a flash gave Gwen a sudden chill down her spine that she tried to shake off inconspicuously. She had no shame in admitting how terrified she’d been when Harry had gotten sick and gone, well, crazy. She still had nightmares about that night, sprinkled in with nightmares of her father’s death every now and then. 

Gwen studied Peter’s nervous form by the window and approached him slowly. Her heart clenched when he talked about his parents, knowing how little he knew of their disappearance, and how much that hurt.  A sympathetic expression crossed her features as she reached her hand out to him again, resting it on his crossed arms. “Of course you want to go Peter. I think you should go! I think we should go,” she corrected herself, smiling up at him, trying to get him to look at her instead of the ground. 

Finding out more about his parents would mean so much to him, and Gwen could only hope this lead would pan out in his favor. She couldn’t bear it if there was nothing there, he would be devastated. “You never know Peter, I think it’s definitely worth a trip,” she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping back.

“So what do you say Mr. Parker? A trip to the great white North?” A wider grin spread across her face at the prospect of getting away from the city for a bit, and with the anticipation of helping Peter discover more of his family’s history. 

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Her wide-eyed innocence bit into his heart with razor sharp teeth, and guilt began to bleed out inside his chest. There was nothing more radiant than a genuine Gwen Stacy smile. It was blinding and encompassing, and all he could do was to sweep her up in an embrace so that he could hide his pained features from her face.

“Gwen,” he breathed, “you have no idea how much this means to me...” After having the moment to compose himself he leaned back and grasped her shoulders and squeezed them lightly “... what this could do for us.” He smiled, earnestly, thinking about being able to give her the power of her own, self-made protection.

“Alright, you love birds, y’all have been up here long enough,” May announced as she placed a hip on the door frame. “I thought y’all were supposed to be visiting me, not your old bedroom.” She tsked. After a moment of studying their faces, she became curious.

“What’s going on?” She asked with an incredulous smile.

“We’re going on Holiday,” Peter chuckled. “We just made the decision to visit Canada.” 

“Canada?” May huffed out. “That doesn’t sound like much of a Holiday, Peter. You could have picked somewhere... warmer!” 

“Well, it has to do with some of my dad’s papers...” He saw May’s amusement dim. “It- it could help with some of Gwen’s research, and my thesis.” He stammered, not liking that look he made his aunt so often wear.  “It’s nothing crazy, May, I promise.” 

“Hmm.” She hummed as she turned around. “You’re a grown man, and you’re going to do whatever you want.” She began to stalk down the stairs, leaving them behind. 

Peter shot Gwen a half-worried look and gave her shoulder his hand was resting a reassuring squeeze and treaded after her.

“May!” he called to her, wanting her to stop and wait for him to explain.

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The Next Chapter || Pwen

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May picked stray flakes of snow that had refused to melt out of his hair and Peter swatted at her hands, feeling as though he was 5 years old again, having just come in from a snow-man making escapade.

“Alright, alright, Aunt May!” He said through a smile as he lightly gripped her wrists, harboring her from picking at his hair any further. He tugged her arms around his torso and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders and cradled her head beneath his chin. “I missed you too, but you don’t see me plucking out your hair pins when I come in the door, do you?” He grasped her shoulders and pushed her back gently so he could see her eyes and smiled as he continued, “Or is this how we show affection now? If it is, we’re going back on the road of evolution… picking things out of people’s hair?”

“Oh, Peter!” She scolded him and swatted him playfully on the chest. “Your hair is just getting a little long,” she said as she turned away and walked into the kitchen, “You know I don’t see you as much as I used to.” She slipped on a pair of oven mitts and opened the stove door.

“Oh, Gwen! It’s a new recipe I’m trying out, chicken marsalla. One of my patients gave the recipe to me and said it was just to die for!” She sat it on top of the stove and put her hands on her hips and beamed as she looked at. “It does smell good, doesn’t it?”

Peter smiled to himself as he skirted around his aunt and wife and opened the cupboard door that housed the glasses and took three down. He poured himself and Gwen water and for May he poured up a glass of milk. She always took milk with her dinner.

He sat the glasses down and returned to the kitchen and helped them bring in the fixings. May was the last and she brought the chicken that she was obviously proud of. She sat and then held out her hands to Gwen and Peter, both of which were on either side of her. The took her hands, knowing the ritual well. Peter reached out his open across the table where he joined it with Gwen’s.

“Peter-” She began to ask him to say grace, but he cut her off.

“You say it, today.” He dipped his toward her.

She pursed her lips at first but then decided to concede, “Oh, alright.”

She closed her eyes and bowed her head.

“Dear, heavenly Father. Thank you for the food that was given, to nourish our bodies. Bless it so that we may be strong to help the weary and defend the weak. Dear Lord, please bless and protect my children,” she squeezed both Gwen and Peter’s hands she was holding. “Keep them from danger,” she popped an accusing eye open to look at Peter, he was being soundly reverent. She closed it and continued. “Guide them and help them grow in their union, and may they be as blessed and happy as Ben and I were in ours. Amen”

“Amen,” they echoed. May released there hands and she patted Gwen’s hand before reaching for a dish to scoop the contents onto her plate.

“Ben would have loved this,” she said as she divided the chicken out between the three of them. Peter looked up to the wall he was facing to find a picture of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, noting that May had recently put up a picture of his and Gwen’s wedding day beside it.

“Yeah…” Peter agreed as he turned his gaze back to the table and their feast.

They ate and talked and laughed, and afterward he and Gwen refused to let May do anything to clean up.

“How many shifts did you take this week, woman?” Peter accused at her. “Go in there and put your feet up and put your stories on.” He shooed her away.

He began to wash and Gwen rinsed. With expert speed and precision, Peter put a perfectly round dab of soap suds on the top of her nose and grinned at her like a cheshire. Before she could retaliate he shooed her away into the sitting room, too.

“I’ll make us some hot cocoa, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Before she passed him he caught her wrist.

“He would have, you know…” Some of the playful light dimmed in his eyes. “Uncle Ben liked you…” His thumb swiped gently across the back of her hand. “I wish he could have got to know you better.” Somehow he was surprised when he was caught up in her embrace.

“I know,” he said in response. He kissed her forehead and smiled sweetly at her. “Go on.” He turned around to the stove. “Hot cocoa, comin’ up!” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

A few minutes later he brought in a tray with three mugs that were steaming and a bowl of marshmellows and mints in the middle of them all. He sat it on the coffee table and stood up. “I’ll be right back. Gotta go to the little boy’s room.” May rolled her eyes at him and reached for a mug and began to assemble her confectionery beverage.

He took the stairs up two at a time and when he got to the top of the landing he noticed the door to his old bedroom was standing open. He peered in and found that May hadn’t changed anything. Besides the things that he had taken with him, everything was still the way it was when he had left. She told him she was going to donate what she could to Goodwill, but everything was still here. Nostalgia rolled over him and he walked in, looking around. Posters littered the walls, and his old skateboard collection was still mounted on the wall by the bed. He put his hands behind his head and spun around, remembering when he had just began to realize the powers he had been bestowed by the venom of a fate-woven spider bite.

Suddenly a glint of light caught his eyes and he bent and scooped up the golden coin that was just under the ledge of the bed. It was one of the entry tokens to his father’s Roosevelt Lab. He had heard her approaching, but he hadn’t moved. When she came into the room, he turned around, looking down at the token in his hands.

“There’s something I need to tell you…”

Dinner was delicious. “Aunt May you’ve out done yourself with this chicken,” Gwen smiled at the older woman. “Why thank you sweetheart, I’ll have to pass the compliment back to the one who gave me the recipe.” May beamed at her nephew and Gwen. 

At the mention of Peter’s uncle, Gwen slipped her hand under the table to give Peter’s hand a comforting squeeze. She followed his gaze and noticed their wedding photo next to May and Ben’s as well, and she smiled softly, her thumb now rubbing the back of Peter’s hand. Ben’s death was something that Gwen knew still somewhat haunted him, and she didn’t know that he’d ever be over it, not that she blamed him. She still thought about her father every single day, and missed him more than she could have ever imagined. 

The rest of dinner went without incident, May telling them some of her crazy stories about her patients, and catching them up on her day to day activities. The woman worked so hard, Gwen wished they had the means to help her out more, she did so much for them as it was. She more than deserved it, and it always seemed like she was running herself into the ground picking up so many shifts at the hospital. But then, she seemed happy, and the work she did made her happy too, so that was something.

Clean up went quickly, but she felt Peter’s tug at her wrist, and her gaze met with his sullen one. “He was a good man Peter. I can tell that just from the way that he and your aunt raised you,” she smiled up at him, engulfing him in a warm hug. Pulling away, she placed a tender kiss on his cheek before getting shooed out of the kitchen.

The cocoa Peter made smelled amazing, and it brought a wide grin to Gwen’s face. He knew just how much she loved the sweet drink, and she could taste that he’d doubled the amount of chocolate in hers. Peter’s abrupt departure caused both women to chuckle and shake their heads. “I swear he can’t sit still for anything! It’s a miracle we get to spend dinner with him,” Gwen laughed. 

“He’s been that way since he was a boy, always running off to one thing or another. Usually up to his room to work on some secret project he wouldn’t let Ben or I see,” May said with a fond smile on her face. 

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence as they sipped on their cocoa. When it became clear that Peter was going to be a while, Gwen set her mug on the table and stood. “I’m going to check on him. Knowing Peter, he’s probably found one of his old inventions and we won’t see him again til the sun comes up.” 

Gwen recalled her and Peter’s conversation from earlier, and how he had seemed distant, and wondered if maybe that had something to do with his after-dinner disappearing act. Just as she had anticipated, she saw her husband’s silhouette in the doorway of his old room as she reached the landing. She looked around the room, old memories of the beginning of their relationship flooding back to her leaving a faint smile on her lips. 

He must have heard her though, because he turned around to face her just as she was going to approach him. She couldn’t quite place the emotion in his eyes, guilt? Uncertainty? “What is it Peter?” She reached a hand out to grasp his arm lightly, giving him support. “Is this related to whatever was bothering you earlier? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that,” she jibed him, trying to get a smile out of him, but he seemed so serious and it worried her a little. “You know you can tell me anything.” 

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Peter just stared at her for a moment, his mind racing with all the thoughts that were swimming around in his head. He held up the token between them.

“Remember Roosevelt?” He started, feeling unsteady, even though her that was placed in his arm was the best anchor he could have ever hoped for. He flipped it up in the air and she caught swiftly as he began to pace in the small space that was once his room. “My dad’s lab?” He stammered.

“I came across a document that was in his briefcase... it was strange, so I started really studying it, and I found out it was written in code.” He finally stilled by the window, looking out and resting his hands on the sill. “He has more...” He looked over his shoulder at Gwen and smiled slightly. “A few, I think... but I’ve found the location of one.” He turned around and then leaned back against the sill and folded his arms across his chest. He hadn’t been back to the secret lab since Oscorp’s restructuring and Harry’s downfall.... He was too scared that he would draw attention to it, and he didn’t want the information in it found and exploited.

“It’s in Canada, on the outskirts of a small town.” He looked up at her. “I...” he started, then stopped.  “I want to go there... check it out, and see if there’s anything else I can learn about him and my mom.”

It wasn’t a lie. He did want to learn more about what his parents were working on... maybe this location had more video diaries and he could see them again. But that wasn’t the only reason he wanted so badly to go.

He wanted to know if it was possible to make a new spider... A spider that was specific to Gwen. But he wasn’t ready to say that out loud. Suddenly his hands came up and raked through his hair.

“It’s probably nothing... more of the same that was at Roosevelt.” 

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What’s A Nice Girl Like You Doing In A Place Like- Oh, It’s You || Wade & Peter

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Peter was clinging to the underside of an overhang playing a game on his phone.

“Arghh!” He exclaimed at his phone… possessing preternatural senses apparently gave him no edge in Color Swap. Just before he was about to lose the current game, a notification dinged in from Gwen. Behind the mask of his suit, his features contorted in confusion. All she had sent him was an address, and it wasn’t more than two blocks from where he was.

It was slightly ominous… and strange. Before he could give it much more thought he heard the clanging of an overturned trashcan clattering against concrete and someone letting loose with some very colorful language and a plethora of “oww” and “ouch”s.

Peter flipped his arm over and looked at the time display he had worked into his latest version of the web shooters. “Hmm.” He said, surprised. “Right on time!” He let himself uncling from the overhang and twisted in the air as he hurtled toward the ground and landed gracefully, and soundlessly in a crouch.

“It’s not hard on the knees if you know how to do it right.”

Wade approached a decent size building that was in a questionable part of town but the type he had stepped into more often than he could recall. With one of his guns tucked snuggling into his pocket he made his way up the front door. He made a careful but quick stride down the hallway, now able to see an office door. About halfway down the entrance way he saw the door slowly start to open, a woman voice as well as Richard’s could be heard. Wade slipped into a semi deep but narrow dark nook less than a foot away from him. 

His back placed against the wall he waited quietly as they finished their conversation. Hearing one set of feet and could clearly tell it was the woman that was leaving do to the weight and pattern of her steps. Just as she passed by the small nook Wade turned his head away from her, still hoping to not be noticed. As her footfalls got father away he poked his head out, watching her leave the building. He could still see her standing outside the door, her body language showing that she was looking for something in her pocket. He watcher her pull out a phone, a slight turn of her head giving him a small glance at her face.

“Gwen?” He said in a whisper. What was she doing in a place like this? Especially with a guy like Richard in the office she just came from. He decided to let his questions take a back seat to his current chore. Looking back at the office door he picked up his pace as he walked towards it. Raising his hand to knock he placed his other on the pocket that encased his gun. Watde watched the door open, his objective standing in front of him with a concerned face. Without missing a beat Wade pulled his gun from his jacket pocket and hashly bashed the butt of his gun into the genectist’s temple. Wade waved his gun next to his face as he watched Richard fall to the ground

“Hey buddy! We’re goin’ on an adventure.”

After doing a quick assessment of the outside area Wade drug Richard out to his car just parked a few blocks down. Was it actually his car? No. Did he care? What do you think? Rummaging through his back seat he found a pair of zip ties and a reasonably sized rope restrained the unconscious man located in his trunk.  Plopping down into the driver’s seat ke pulled out his phone and checked his messages, making sure a certain web swinger was still able to meet up with him. Putting the keys in the ignition he started the car only to be distracted by an ambush of gun fire going off in the area. Wade sat there for a moment. He turned his head over his shoulder to his back seat, then whipped his head back into the direction of the gun fire, Police sirens now able to be heard.

“…uuuhhhuuuunnngghhhhhhhhhAAHHHHSSONOFABITCH!”

        1 spandex suit, 12 rounds of bullets and many snarky comments                                                                later…

“Of course,” he groaned, “why would it be easy to lock a psychopath in your trunk whe-god dammit,” Wade exclaimed, kicking a trash can out of his way only to have it fall back into his path. In an attempt to step over it he lost his footing and fell forward, knocking over yet another comically placed trash can. “What kind of shitty plot device is this? Who keeps this many fucking trash cans in a fucking alleyway?!”

Rushing to his feet he brushed himself off, his wall clinging soulmate landing in front of him, “you’re landing is a ten out of ten, babe, but you’re phrasing has a lot of room for improvement. We’ll work on that when we get home.”

Even with a 1 out of 2 score Wade still gave him a hardy clap, “I’ll give you a .5 for the reference, I’d reference your movie too but, “ he started to laugh, “my ratings are too high and I don’t feel like smashing my head against concrete just because you take too long to shoot off.”

It took Wade a moment to collect himself, only stopping his laughter because he could feel Peter’s fun killing spirit through his bug eyed mask.

“Ah, you’re not fun. Anywho, I know you’re busy guy so I’ll make this as quick and pleasurable as I can for the both of us. I got this…thing in my car that might kill me if it wakes up and I need it to not do that until I hop the border.”

Counting on his fingers he listed off a few small details that may come in handy. “It’s human, definitely has a concussion, and loves to blow stuff up.”

Putting his hands out by his sides his smile was beaming through his mask, “ssoooooo, tiger, whatcha got for me?”

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Peter reached up a hand to his right temple and rubbed the tension that was starting to collect behind his eyes. Talking to Wade was always more like listening to two or more people having a conversation while you had to pull out what was pertinent to the one you were actually conducting with him.

“Well.” He said flatly. “At least this one is still alive.” He produced a small vial of amber colored liquid from a hidden pocket. He then pulled out a bag of medical syringes. “And that’s the only reason I even decided to whip this up for you.” He stretched his hand out to his red-clad “superhero” brethren. “You know my code.” He said as the items were snatched away. Peter always laid it on easy when it came to bad guys. If he ever used his true strength, the bad guys would have holes punched through them instead of just bruises.

“About how much does this concussed human weigh?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “If he’s about 180, there’s enough in that vial for 4 doses. Don’t give it to him all at once.” Peter rolled his eyes behind his mask. “Wade... are you listening??” He shot a quick bolt of webbing at him to attract his attention.

“What did I just say?” He cocked his head. “How many doses are in that vial for a normal sized human male?” 

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The Next Chapter || Pwen

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“Gwen!” He yelled from the kitchen as he carefully but quickly fished a casserole dish out of the oven. He plopped it down on top and watched as the steam rose up off of it in slim tendrils. “We should have left 15 minutes ago!” He took an oven mitt and fanned it, wishing for it to be cool enough to put the lid on top of it. “I know I woke up late,” he apologized, frowning, “and May knows how late I run but we’re starting to push it!”

He looked over his shoulder, looking to find her golden hair whipping around, but the dining room of their tiny apartment was empty. She was still in the depths of the bedroom, finishing the touches on her outfit, he assumed. He couldn’t be mad, though. She was always immaculate, and everything she wore was uniquely Gwen. He just hoped that his affinity for being late for everything wasn’t rubbing off on his newly-wed wife.

As he looked, he spied the satchel that had been his father’s lying on the table top. He drifted off into deep thoughts as he mechanically fanned the casserole without even thinking about it.

He needed to tell Gwen. And he was going to. Within one of the paper reports his father had left in the leather bag, Peter had decoded a secret message that detailed the location of another lab the Parkers had. It was in the eastern part of Canada, and he was restless to check it out for more than just nostalgia. He had been thinking and planning…. stretching his mental muscles and trying to decide if he could offer Gwen the same card that fate had offered him in the form of a genetically-enhanced spider bite.  Maybe his father’s super secret lab could hand him the keys to unlocking that possibility.

It wasn’t that Gwen wasn’t enough.  She had always been everything and more to him. He was only afraid for her… They were married, and he knew that any of the people he opposed would jump at the chance to cause him hurt through her. Maybe… just maybe he could give her the power to defend herself when he wasn’t able to…

“Huh?!” He startled slightly when she talked to him.  “Me? What? No, no, I was just wondering if Aunt May is going to make her meat loaf.”  He sucked a breath in through his teeth. “I know I told her that it was the best…. but I was super hungry and my judgement wasn’t at it’s best that day.” He lied. It wasn’t what he was thinking about. But it was easier to say that instead… and he couldn’t start the conversation yet, not when they were past due to be at May’s for Sunday dinner.

“Are you ready?” He asked, placing the lid on the dish and placing it in its carrying case. He looked up from his task and found her standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a boggin hat on and a scarf hung loosely over her shoulders. He reached out and caught the ends of the scarf and gently coiled them around her neck.

“It’s cold out today.” He dipped his head slightly and caught her lips as he his hands cupped her face and his thumbs swept over her cheeks sweetly. “I’ve got to make sure you don’t catch a cold, Mrs. Parker,” he breathed out as he pulled himself away, feeling himself warming in his chest…. He didn’t have time to start that kind of heat between them just now, but his hands didn’t want to leave her and he reached down and caught at her waist and pulled him into himself, his hands now running over her back, suddenly wishing she didn’t have so many layers on. He kissed her once more and then pulled away, smiling a hazy smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he put his hands up. “But you can’t expect me to not kiss you when you look this cute.” He laughed. “No, no, come on, we gotta go!”

Everything seemed to be back to normal for Gwen. She finally felt normal again, completely normal, and it was a feeling she relished. She could focus her time and energy back on her work, and her new marriage with Peter. At that thought, a soft look of happiness crossed her face as she smoothed her gray cable-knit sweater over her hips and double checked her outfit in the mirror. 

She could hear Peter rushing around the kitchen, and yelling about being late, and she laughed quietly, shaking her head. The two of them had both grown in so many ways over the years, but not even super powers could help Peter be on time for things. Gwen did her best to keep Peter on track, but sometimes it seemed his spider senses actively worked against her. 

Stepping halfway out the bedroom door, trying to put in her other earring, she called out, “Peter do we have-”, she broke off, noticing her husband lost in deep thought, and her forehead creased in concern. “Are you okay?” His attempt to brush her off didn’t go unnoticed, but they were already running so late that Gwen decided to drop it for the time being with a slow nod and an, “oohhkay.”

She made a quick grab for her coat, hat and scarf, stepping into her boots as she stepped to the door, and smiled at Peter as he realized she had beat him there. Her stomach did a small flip as he got close to her, and she could feel a blush rise to her cheeks when he pulled away. She bit down on her lip, ducking her head to hide it, his boyish charms still working wonders on her heart. 

He suddenly let go of her as she tried to lean in for one more kiss, and she pouted a little, but laughed. “Alright get your jacket before you freeze Mr. Parker, like you said, it’s cold outside,” she gave him a playful shove on the shoulder before grabbing the casserole dish and leaving the small apartment behind. 

May Parker greeted the two of them into Peter’s childhood home with a warm smile on her face. Gwen placed the casserole on the table before getting wrapped into a hug from the older woman. “I’m so sorry we’re late Aunt May, it seems like no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get this one to be on time for anything,” she grinned and nudged Peter with her hip, which earned her a pair of narrowed eyes thrown in her direction.

After she discarded her snowy jacket, mittens, scarf, and hat, Gwen set about getting the casserole into the kitchen, and setting table for the three of them. Sunday dinners with Peter’s aunt were one of her favorite parts of the week, and she felt bad when they ended up being late, she didn’t want her to think they put off being there. 

“So Aunt May, what’s for dinner? It smells wonderful in here,” Gwen asked, secretly hoping after Peter’s earlier comment that it wouldn’t be meatloaf. She would obviously still eat it, she would never offend Mrs. Parker that way, but the woman could cook so many other dishes much better. She looked up from setting the table and couldn’t help but smile seeing May fuss over Peter. The love she had for her nephew was always so apparent, and it made Gwen so happy that he had that, especially since his parents weren’t around. 

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May picked stray flakes of snow that had refused to melt out of his hair and Peter swatted at her hands, feeling as though he was 5 years old again, having just come in from a snow-man making escapade. 

“Alright, alright, Aunt May!” He said through a smile as he lightly gripped her wrists, harboring her from picking at his hair any further. He tugged her arms around his torso and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders and cradled her head beneath his chin. “I missed you too, but you don’t see me plucking out your hair pins when I come in the door, do you?” He grasped her shoulders and pushed her back gently so he could see her eyes and smiled as he continued, “Or is this how we show affection now? If it is, we’re going back on the road of evolution... picking things out of people’s hair?”

“Oh, Peter!” She scolded him and swatted him playfully on the chest. “Your hair is just getting a little long,” she said as she turned away and walked into the kitchen, “You know I don’t see you as much as I used to.” She slipped on a pair of oven mitts and opened the stove door. 

“Oh, Gwen! It’s a new recipe I’m trying out, chicken marsalla. One of my patients gave the recipe to me and said it was just to die for!” She sat it on top of the stove and put her hands on her hips and beamed as she looked at. “It does smell good, doesn’t it?”

Peter smiled to himself as he skirted around his aunt and wife and opened the cupboard door that housed the glasses and took three down. He poured himself and Gwen water and for May he poured up a glass of milk. She always took milk with her dinner.

He sat the glasses down and returned to the kitchen and helped them bring in the fixings. May was the last and she brought the chicken that she was obviously proud of. She sat and then held out her hands to Gwen and Peter, both of which were on either side of her. The took her hands, knowing the ritual well. Peter reached out his open across the table where he joined it with Gwen’s.

“Peter-” She began to ask him to say grace, but he cut her off.

“You say it, today.” He dipped his toward her.

She pursed her lips at first but then decided to concede, “Oh, alright.”

She closed her eyes and bowed her head.

“Dear, heavenly Father. Thank you for the food that was given, to nourish our bodies. Bless it so that we may be strong to help the weary and defend the weak. Dear Lord, please bless and protect my children,” she squeezed both Gwen and Peter’s hands she was holding. “Keep them from danger,” she popped an accusing eye open to look at Peter, he was being soundly reverent. She closed it and continued. “Guide them and help them grow in their union, and may they be as blessed and happy as Ben and I were in ours. Amen”

“Amen,” they echoed. May released there hands and she patted Gwen’s hand before reaching for a dish to scoop the contents onto her plate.

“Ben would have loved this,” she said as she divided the chicken out between the three of them. Peter looked up to the wall he was facing to find a picture of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, noting that May had recently put up a picture of his and Gwen’s wedding day beside it.

“Yeah...” Peter agreed as he turned his gaze back to the table and their feast.

They ate and talked and laughed, and afterward he and Gwen refused to let May do anything to clean up.

“How many shifts did you take this week, woman?” Peter accused at her. “Go in there and put your feet up and put your stories on.” He shooed her away. 

He began to wash and Gwen rinsed. With expert speed and precision, Peter put a perfectly round dab of soap suds on the top of her nose and grinned at her like a cheshire. Before she could retaliate he shooed her away into the sitting room, too.

“I’ll make us some hot cocoa, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Before she passed him he caught her wrist.

“He would have, you know...” Some of the playful light dimmed in his eyes. “Uncle Ben liked you...” His thumb swiped gently across the back of her hand. “I wish he could have got to know you better.” Somehow he was surprised when he was caught up in her embrace.

“I know,” he said in response. He kissed her forehead and smiled sweetly at her. “Go on.” He turned around to the stove. “Hot cocoa, comin’ up!” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. 

A few minutes later he brought in a tray with three mugs that were steaming and a bowl of marshmellows and mints in the middle of them all. He sat it on the coffee table and stood up. “I’ll be right back. Gotta go to the little boy’s room.” May rolled her eyes at him and reached for a mug and began to assemble her confectionery beverage.

He took the stairs up two at a time and when he got to the top of the landing he noticed the door to his old bedroom was standing open. He peered in and found that May hadn’t changed anything. Besides the things that he had taken with him, everything was still the way it was when he had left. She told him she was going to donate what she could to Goodwill, but everything was still here. Nostalgia rolled over him and he walked in, looking around. Posters littered the walls, and his old skateboard collection was still mounted on the wall by the bed. He put his hands behind his head and spun around, remembering when he had just began to realize the powers he had been bestowed by the venom of a fate-woven spider bite.

Suddenly a glint of light caught his eyes and he bent and scooped up the golden coin that was just under the ledge of the bed. It was one of the entry tokens to his father’s Roosevelt Lab. He had heard her approaching, but he hadn’t moved. When she came into the room, he turned around, looking down at the token in his hands.

“There’s something I need to tell you...” 

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The Next Chapter || Pwen

“Gwen!” He yelled from the kitchen as he carefully but quickly fished a casserole dish out of the oven. He plopped it down on top and watched as the steam rose up off of it in slim tendrils. “We should have left 15 minutes ago!” He took an oven mitt and fanned it, wishing for it to be cool enough to put the lid on top of it. “I know I woke up late,” he apologized, frowning, “and May knows how late I run but we’re starting to push it!”

He looked over his shoulder, looking to find her golden hair whipping around, but the dining room of their tiny apartment was empty. She was still in the depths of the bedroom, finishing the touches on her outfit, he assumed. He couldn’t be mad, though. She was always immaculate, and everything she wore was uniquely Gwen. He just hoped that his affinity for being late for everything wasn’t rubbing off on his newly-wed wife. 

As he looked, he spied the satchel that had been his father’s lying on the table top. He drifted off into deep thoughts as he mechanically fanned the casserole without even thinking about it.

He needed to tell Gwen. And he was going to. Within one of the paper reports his father had left in the leather bag, Peter had decoded a secret message that detailed the location of another lab the Parkers had. It was in the eastern part of Canada, and he was restless to check it out for more than just nostalgia. He had been thinking and planning.... stretching his mental muscles and trying to decide if he could offer Gwen the same card that fate had offered him in the form of a genetically-enhanced spider bite.  Maybe his father’s super secret lab could hand him the keys to unlocking that possibility.

It wasn’t that Gwen wasn’t enough.  She had always been everything and more to him. He was only afraid for her... They were married, and he knew that any of the people he opposed would jump at the chance to cause him hurt through her. Maybe... just maybe he could give her the power to defend herself when he wasn’t able to...

“Huh?!” He startled slightly when she talked to him.  “Me? What? No, no, I was just wondering if Aunt May is going to make her meat loaf.”  He sucked a breath in through his teeth. “I know I told her that it was the best.... but I was super hungry and my judgement wasn’t at it’s best that day.” He lied. It wasn’t what he was thinking about. But it was easier to say that instead... and he couldn’t start the conversation yet, not when they were past due to be at May’s for Sunday dinner.

“Are you ready?” He asked, placing the lid on the dish and placing it in its carrying case. He looked up from his task and found her standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a boggin hat on and a scarf hung loosely over her shoulders. He reached out and caught the ends of the scarf and gently coiled them around her neck. 

“It’s cold out today.” He dipped his head slightly and caught her lips as he his hands cupped her face and his thumbs swept over her cheeks sweetly. “I’ve got to make sure you don’t catch a cold, Mrs. Parker,” he breathed out as he pulled himself away, feeling himself warming in his chest.... He didn’t have time to start that kind of heat between them just now, but his hands didn’t want to leave her and he reached down and caught at her waist and pulled him into himself, his hands now running over her back, suddenly wishing she didn’t have so many layers on. He kissed her once more and then pulled away, smiling a hazy smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he put his hands up. “But you can’t expect me to not kiss you when you look this cute.” He laughed. “No, no, come on, we gotta go!” 

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Ominous And Slightly Strange Texts || Pwen

[spidergirlgwenn]

He eyed her conspicuously as he took the lollipop she offered and flipped the wrapper off easily and popped it in his mouth.

“Cherry!” He said over the candy he rolled around in his mouth. He looked down at her hand that grasped his and felt the weight of something she wanted to confess pressing on him from her fingers. His eyebrows knit together in concern and some measure of confusion as he took her gaze and tried his best to steady her with a subconscious push, hoping that she knew there was nothing in her life that would seem small or petty to him.

He felt her begin to lean into him more and his features turned from confusion to concern in an instant.

“Gwen?-” He broke off as she began to stammer. “What is it, what’s the matter?” He grabbed hold of her firmly as he felt her turn to dead weight in his arms.

“Gwen!!” He lowered her to the ground and swept her hair away from her face. “Gwen!!” He called to her frantically as he lightly shook her, trying to keep his anxiety from exerting too much strength that might hurt her. He pulled off his glove and placed his fingers to her neck and found that she had a pulse that was too fast.

“Gwen! Stay with me! Gwen!!!” He tried to rouse her again, shaking her a little more frantically.

What had she been about to tell him? Was it about where she had been? He saw that she was coated in a sheen of sweat even though the night air was cool, almost cold, even.

Breathe, Peter. He told himself. He threw the lollipop away and it collided with a wall and shattered into a million shards of hardened sugar. Sweeping his eyes over her, they landed on a band-aid that was stuck to her inner elbow. He quickly, but carefully peeled it away and found a singular red mark that he reasoned was an injection mark.

“Gwen…” he said softly and monotonously as his eyes became unfocused, his mind racing with what possibilities that mark could have meant. He quickly placed the band-aid back over it and gloved his hand, pulled up his mask and scooped her up. He lept from the rooftop with her cradled as securely as he could manage and raced across the city to the only place he could think of to take her.

Stark probably wouldn’t be there, but his toys and machines were… his staff was there with the instruments and facilities that could take as good care of her as, or better, than a hospital.

****

A whole night passed as she lay in a bed with an IV that fed her nutrients and substances that would help her breaking genome recover and reform back to its original state. Her self inflicted mutation had been a blessing and a curse. FIrstly a blessing because it allowed her a form of protection when he wasn’t there, and secondly a curse because all genetic enhancements came back with a certain amount of drawbacks.

When her eyes began to flutter, Peter grasped her hand. He was in regular clothes and he gripped her hand tightly.

“Gwendolyn Stacy-Parker,” he cooed at her menacingly. “The next time you decide to tinker with your DNA, I’d appreciate a proper heads-up.”

He reached over and handed her a chart that he knew she was going to ask for. The staff at Stark’s medical facility had worked on her all night, running test after test and found that her synthetic DNA alterations had began to reverse.

“When my DNA was reconstructed I ate everything in Aunt May’s fridge, frozen mac and cheese even, and slept for 20 hours.” He sat back in the chair and put a hand over his eyes and massaged his temples.

“You,” he said, “of all people should have known that your metabolic load would have increased exponentially while your cells acclimated to the altering DNA.”

He peaked at her from between his fingers.

“I don’t know how I was second best.” He waved his other hand at her. “This proves that my mental prowess outshines yours.” He leaned forward then, looking at the bed rail with unfocused eyes.

“Honestly. I wish that you would have told me.” He reached out and grabbed her hand again, squeezing it once more. “It’s not just you… not just me. Not anymore. It’s us. Always. Always us, forever. We could have worked through this together.”

And he meant it.  He intended to have Gwen with him for a long time.

Forever, even. If he had his way.

Gwen slowly came back into consciousness, her eyelids feeling incredibly heavy. As she struggled to open them, she felt a warm hand grasp hers, and could hear a faint beeping from the machines in the room. Finally forcing her eyes open, they met immediately with Peter’s dark and worried ones. He scolded her and she couldn’t help but wince slightly, and a sheepish smile crossed her face, “I’ll keep that in mind if I ever have the desire to tinker with my genome again, though this little experiment might just put me off that.”

She attempted to shift in the bed, sitting up a bit more, as Peter handed over her chart. He had a way of knowing exactly what she wanted before she could ask sometimes, and it was kind of amazing. Flipping through it, she realized exactly what had happened to her, and why, while Peter continued to lecture her. “He told me there weren’t any side effects, but I should have known better,” Gwen mumbled softly, mentally chiding herself for being so foolish. Of course the metabolic changes would be a lot for her body to handle. She should have expected that at the very least. 

She set the chart aside and looked back to Peter, eyes filled with regret and apologies. He was the picture of worried husband, tired, and clearly hurt by her decision to keep him in the dark about this slightly life-altering choice she’d made, and it made her feel incredibly guilty.

Reaching forward, she grasped the hand holding hers with both of her hands and leaned towards him, “I know Peter. I know, and I’m so sorry.” She let out a soft sigh, her thumb sliding back and forth across the back of Peter’s hand. All she hoped was that he didn’t see it as some sort of betrayal. Fighting the pinch of the different IVs in her arm, she placed a hand on the nape of his neck and pulled the two of them as close as possible from her position, and hugged him as hard as she could. As she breathed him in, she could feel herself start to relax, and she spoke quietly, “I should have told you and I’m sorry. I was scared. Scared I would change my mind if I let myself think about it any longer, if I gave someone else the power to persuade me. I should have trusted you because we’re a team.” 

A stray tear escaped from the corner of her eye as she pulled back slowly. Her emotions were running high from all the changes occurring on a cellular level, and she closed her eyes, sitting back and settling down into the pillows. Both of her hands remained clutching his, however, almost as though she was afraid he would be too upset with her to stay. “I love you so much Peter, and I promise, it’s always us from now on,” she gave him her best smile.

“And don’t think I’m going to let that comment about being smarter than me slide, we both know you’d be webbing yourself in circles without me,” she giggled, trying to lighten the mood a little. “Wait, did you say you ate frozen mac and cheese?” His previous comments were just now registering, and she scrunched her nose up in disgust. 

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Peter reached up and caught the tear on his thumb and whisked it away from her face.  He felt his own emotions welling and then laughed a hearty laugh when she asked if he had really eaten a box of frozen make and cheese.

“It’s actually not as bad as it sounds. You just have to be willing to work at it. Imagine a package of uncooked, cold Ramen noodles.” He looked at her and gave her a sly look. “I also ate all of May’s leftover meatloaf. If that doesn’t tell you something about my metabolic needs during the transformation, I don’t know what will.”  He had noticed she had sat the chart down beside her on the bed and he picked it back up and flipped it open.

“The last scan was an hour ago. Your genome was 80 % reverted back to its original template and the remaining DNA has poly-synthetic analogues holding the strands together until a nanite enzyme can replace it with the correct bases.” He gave Gwen a half-accusatory glance. “This is... it’s incredible. Stark’s staff are even impressed. Did this come from Oscorp?” His eyebrows knit together in concern. It was simple and complex at the same time. The serum circulating Gwen’s system was effectively a gene-altering, biochemical machine. It worried him because something like this could be developed as a weapon to make people like himself... ordinary. 

He listened to the tale of the man she had gone to see. Who was he? And how had he come up with something so quick, so easy as mixing a patient’s blood with the “cure” and then injecting it back into the patient to do away with all genetic mutations present?

“You’re more trusting than me, that’s all I’m going to say about it,” he began as he stood.  “I’m going to go and find an egghead to see how long it is before we can blow this taco joint.” He leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead, lingering there for a moment, as his love passed between them and over to her where he hoped it would settle and warm her.

He walked out into the hall and down a few steps before he leaned against a wall and looked up at the fluorescent lights. What was he going to do? The only “protection” she had when she was not with him had been stripped away. Sure, a gun would help, but that wouldn’t work in all cases... especially when it came to the type of people he played cowobys and Indians with.

He looked through her chart again, his mind racing.

No. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. Would he?

Could he? Could he engineer what he was thinking about? Maybe. Maybe if they went to the other lab he had discovered of his father’s... Maybe he could do it there, with the help of Richard’s video logs and data...

Just then an orderly came around the corner and he was brought out of his reverie.

“Hey!” He waved, “Gwen’s awake!” 

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Spider-Man & Deadpool by SCOTT HEPBURN

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Spider-Man by JOE QUINONES

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Ominous And Slightly Strange Texts || Pwen

[spidergirlgwenn]

Peter smiled, forgetting that his expressions were literally masked. The suit was his second skin, and he was completely comfortable in it - even though it was skin-tight. What was worse is that he felt out of place in regular clothes, more and more. Everyone in Gwen’s circle was well-to-do and had the most expensive clothes and accessories… All of his expendable income went in to upgrading the Spider-Man garb and gadgets.

“Oh, you know, only the pretty ones.” He jested, giving her a playful nudge with his shoulder. He watched her hand leave his arm and start fiddling with the lollipop she had, finding he was only just a little jealous of it. A part of him was glad, though, that it was work that had brought her to this part of town and not some deviant plot of a darker purpose.

“Oh, oh,” he said then, backing away with his hands in the air. “It isMrs. Parker, now, isn’t it?” He then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close.

“But, you’ll just have to tell that ol’ Mr. Parker that it was me that stole your heart, first.” He jumped up, then, holding her tight and shot out a web that caught and sprung them upwards. In the next moment they were on a rooftop, away from prying eyes and he pulled the mask from his head as he sat her down.

“Now,” he said just before he kissed her, “are you going to share that sucker, or are you just going to pulverize it into pieces?” Eyeing it once more, and picking up a tinge of her nervous energy.

“Gwen,” he caught at her hand, searching for her eyes. “Are you sure everything’s alright?” He knew her work was sometimes stressful, and genetics had a way of pushing a person’s personal boundaries. Oscorp was under new management, but that didn’t mean all of their dirty business had miraculously “cleaned” up. His gloved hand caressed hers, playing lightly with the ring that was placed upon it.

Letting out a squeal of delight as Peter pulled her close, Gwen threw her head back in a weightless laugh as the two of them ascended to the top of a building. “You’re very confident for a bug boy,” she grinned slyly at him, knowing full well how he felt about that nickname. 

Realizing the candy wrapper in her hands was about to disintegrate from her worrying and twisting it back and forth, she stuck it out in front of her, offering it to Peter, “here, eat it before it becomes dust and gets everywhere.” 

She couldn’t help but give a half smile as Peter held her gaze, her stomach feeling like it was trying to go for the olympic gold in gymnastics with the amount of flips it was doing. Why was she so nervous to tell him? It wasn’t as though she’d done something terribly awful by choosing to make herself normal again. She supposed she mostly just felt guilty for leaving him in the dark about it until everything was said and done with.

Her hand clasped his, fingers gently intertwining in and out with his, lifting her gaze back to Peter’s dark endless eyes, grateful he had taken off the mask. She didn’t think she could make her confession to the cold hard plastic eyes of the suit. 

As she weighed what she wanted to say, she felt a sharp tingling sensation jolt through her, much like the one she’d felt when Richard had first injected her. Her brows knitted in confusion, but the sensation was gone as quick as it had come, so she took a deep breath to begin. “Peter, I want you to know that as much as I made this decision for me, I also made it for us. I love you so much, and I want us to have a clean slate-” she broke off, one hand coming up to her head as a wave of dizziness came over her. Leaning into Peter’s side, Gwen tried to blink away the dizzy spell to no avail, “sorry, I just…don’t feel well all of a sudden…” Everything was starting to feel weighed down and heavy as she felt herself start to slip in and out of consciousness, “Peter…” she whispered, before her eyes closed completely.

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He eyed her conspicuously as he took the lollipop she offered and flipped the wrapper off easily and popped it in his mouth.

“Cherry!” He said over the candy he rolled around in his mouth. He looked down at her hand that grasped his and felt the weight of something she wanted to confess pressing on him from her fingers. His eyebrows knit together in concern and some measure of confusion as he took her gaze and tried his best to steady her with a subconscious push, hoping that she knew there was nothing in her life that would seem small or petty to him.

He felt her begin to lean into him more and his features turned from confusion to concern in an instant.

“Gwen?-” He broke off as she began to stammer. “What is it, what’s the matter?” He grabbed hold of her firmly as he felt her turn to dead weight in his arms.

“Gwen!!” He lowered her to the ground and swept her hair away from her face. “Gwen!!” He called to her frantically as he lightly shook her, trying to keep his anxiety from exerting too much strength that might hurt her. He pulled off his glove and placed his fingers to her neck and found that she had a pulse that was too fast.

“Gwen! Stay with me! Gwen!!!” He tried to rouse her again, shaking her a little more frantically.

What had she been about to tell him? Was it about where she had been? He saw that she was coated in a sheen of sweat even though the night air was cool, almost cold, even.

Breathe, Peter. He told himself. He threw the lollipop away and it collided with a wall and shattered into a million shards of hardened sugar. Sweeping his eyes over her, they landed on a band-aid that was stuck to her inner elbow. He quickly, but carefully peeled it away and found a singular red mark that he reasoned was an injection mark.

“Gwen...” he said softly and monotonously as his eyes became unfocused, his mind racing with what possibilities that mark could have meant. He quickly placed the band-aid back over it and gloved his hand, pulled up his mask and scooped her up. He lept from the rooftop with her cradled as securely as he could manage and raced across the city to the only place he could think of to take her.

Stark probably wouldn’t be there, but his toys and machines were... his staff was there with the instruments and facilities that could take as good care of her as, or better, than a hospital.

****

A whole night passed as she lay in a bed with an IV that fed her nutrients and substances that would help her breaking genome recover and reform back to its original state. Her self inflicted mutation had been a blessing and a curse. FIrstly a blessing because it allowed her a form of protection when he wasn’t there, and secondly a curse because all genetic enhancements came back with a certain amount of drawbacks. 

When her eyes began to flutter, Peter grasped her hand. He was in regular clothes and he gripped her hand tightly.

“Gwendolyn Stacy-Parker,” he cooed at her menacingly. “The next time you decide to tinker with your DNA, I’d appreciate a proper heads-up.”

He reached over and handed her a chart that he knew she was going to ask for. The staff at Stark’s medical facility had worked on her all night, running test after test and found that her synthetic DNA alterations had began to reverse.

“When my DNA was reconstructed I ate everything in Aunt May’s fridge, frozen mac and cheese even, and slept for 20 hours.” He sat back in the chair and put a hand over his eyes and massaged his temples.

“You,” he said, “of all people should have known that your metabolic load would have increased exponentially while your cells acclimated to the altering DNA.”

He peaked at her from between his fingers.

“I don’t know how I was second best.” He waved his other hand at her. “This proves that my mental prowess outshines yours.” He leaned forward then, looking at the bed rail with unfocused eyes.

“Honestly. I wish that you would have told me.” He reached out and grabbed her hand again, squeezing it once more. “It’s not just you... not just me. Not anymore. It’s us. Always. Always us, forever. We could have worked through this together.”

And he meant it.  He intended to have Gwen with him for a long time. 

Forever, even. If he had his way.

[notatrashspiderman]

Ominous And Slightly Strange Texts || Pwen

[spidergirlgwenn]

Peter rubbed his head through the suit. Somehow he always managed to have a tension headache after his meetings with the other red suited… superhero?

He had found the address Gwen sent to him and decided to tuck himself into a shadowed corner of a roof across the street from the door with the mentioned street number in the text from Gwen. It was unlike her, just to send a text like that. Was she wanting him to meet her? Was she in trouble? His spider-sense wasn’t going haywire, so he tried to keep himself relatively calm.

It wasn’t that he wanted to be overprotective directly…. Just indirectly.

The door finally popped open and Peter leaned forward from his perch and saw her emerge from the darkly lit space with a lolipop in her hand and smile on her face. Her hair fell around her face and the light from the lampost nearest to her caused it to look like white gold as she stepped out into the sidewalk.

His heart seemed to slow when he saw her, and took in her beauty. Pride filled him as he became hyper aware of the ring that circled his finger. She was his. And he was hers…

He couldn’t take it any longer and he jumped out and shot a single thread of webbing that trajected him right into her path. He landed and caught her up on his arms and then dipped her low, on the street.

“Good evening, Mrs. Parker.” He crooned at her. He chuckled just a little, remembering how she had teased him with taking her last name. But what she didn’t know is that if she had been serious, he would have.

“Please tell me what you’re doing in a place like this, and please tell me it doesn’t have anything to do with the beginning of the end. There’s only so many times we can save New York from disaster.”

Gwen walked down the sidewalk after leaving Richard’s, twisting the lollipop and it’s wrapper in her hands, almost wearing the wrapper out. She was very aware of the serum that was running through her veins, altering her DNA as she tried to think of some way she could tell Peter what she’d done. He hadn’t been very receptive to her keeping those powers in the first place, and now she had gone and gotten rid of them without saying a word.

All of a sudden she felt a tug from some stray webbing and she let out a small scream as she was spun into the red and blue clad hero. When she realized who it was she softly shouted out his name, and a batch of butterflies spread through her stomach as Peter addressed her. “Well hello to you too, Spider-Man. Do you greet all your fans like this, or am I just lucky?” She teased him, laughing softly as held onto his arm with one hand. 

“Worldly disasters? Not today, at least not that I’m aware of,” she grinned at him before remembering she was the one who had sent him the mysterious text with just the address int he first place. She suddenly became more nervous, hand sliding off Peter’s arm to fiddle with the lollipop again as she tried to come up with a plausible reason for her wanting him to meet her all the way out here. 

“No I just had some things to do, people to see, and when I realized where these errands were taking me, I figured having the neighborhood webslinger o speed dial wasn’t such a bad idea. Although my husband would be incredibly jealous if he found out I was seeking protection from another man,” she grinned up at him, her eyes searching through the mask, wishing she could see through its eyes to the deep brown ones underneath it to see what Peter was thinking. 

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Peter smiled, forgetting that his expressions were literally masked. The suit was his second skin, and he was completely comfortable in it - even though it was skin-tight. What was worse is that he felt out of place in regular clothes, more and more. Everyone in Gwen’s circle was well-to-do and had the most expensive clothes and accessories... All of his expendable income went in to upgrading the Spider-Man garb and gadgets.

“Oh, you know, only the pretty ones.” He jested, giving her a playful nudge with his shoulder. He watched her hand leave his arm and start fiddling with the lollipop she had, finding he was only just a little jealous of it. A part of him was glad, though, that it was work that had brought her to this part of town and not some deviant plot of a darker purpose.

“Oh, oh,” he said then, backing away with his hands in the air. “It is Mrs. Parker, now, isn’t it?” He then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close.

“But, you’ll just have to tell that ol’ Mr. Parker that it was me that stole your heart, first.” He jumped up, then, holding her tight and shot out a web that caught and sprung them upwards. In the next moment they were on a rooftop, away from prying eyes and he pulled the mask from his head as he sat her down.

“Now,” he said just before he kissed her, “are you going to share that sucker, or are you just going to pulverize it into pieces?” Eyeing it once more, and picking up a tinge of her nervous energy.

“Gwen,” he caught at her hand, searching for her eyes. “Are you sure everything’s alright?” He knew her work was sometimes stressful, and genetics had a way of pushing a person’s personal boundaries. Oscorp was under new management, but that didn’t mean all of their dirty business had miraculously “cleaned” up. His gloved hand caressed hers, playing lightly with the ring that was placed upon it.

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Some Spidey and Gwen! 🕷️

[notatrashspiderman]

Ominous And Slightly Strange Texts || Pwen

Peter rubbed his head through the suit. Somehow he always managed to have a tension headache after his meetings with the other red suited... superhero? 

He had found the address Gwen sent to him and decided to tuck himself into a shadowed corner of a roof across the street from the door with the mentioned street number in the text from Gwen. It was unlike her, just to send a text like that. Was she wanting him to meet her? Was she in trouble? His spider-sense wasn’t going haywire, so he tried to keep himself relatively calm. 

It wasn’t that he wanted to be overprotective directly.... Just indirectly. 

The door finally popped open and Peter leaned forward from his perch and saw her emerge from the darkly lit space with a lolipop in her hand and smile on her face. Her hair fell around her face and the light from the lampost nearest to her caused it to look like white gold as she stepped out into the sidewalk. 

His heart seemed to slow when he saw her, and took in her beauty. Pride filled him as he became hyper aware of the ring that circled his finger. She was his. And he was hers... 

He couldn’t take it any longer and he jumped out and shot a single thread of webbing that trajected him right into her path. He landed and caught her up on his arms and then dipped her low, on the street.

“Good evening, Mrs. Parker.” He crooned at her. He chuckled just a little, remembering how she had teased him with taking her last name. But what she didn’t know is that if she had been serious, he would have. 

“Please tell me what you’re doing in a place like this, and please tell me it doesn’t have anything to do with the beginning of the end. There’s only so many times we can save New York from disaster.”

[notatrashspiderman]

What’s A Nice Girl Like You Doing In A Place Like- Oh, It’s You || Wade & Peter

Peter was clinging to the underside of an overhang playing a game on his phone. 

“Arghh!” He exclaimed at his phone... possessing preternatural senses apparently gave him no edge in Color Swap. Just before he was about to lose the current game, a notification dinged in from Gwen. Behind the mask of his suit, his features contorted in confusion. All she had sent him was an address, and it wasn’t more than two blocks from where he was.

It was slightly ominous... and strange. Before he could give it much more thought he heard the clanging of an overturned trashcan clattering against concrete and someone letting loose with some very colorful language and a plethora of “oww” and “ouch”s.

Peter flipped his arm over and looked at the time display he had worked into his latest version of the web shooters. “Hmm.” He said, surprised. “Right on time!” He let himself uncling from the overhang and twisted in the air as he hurtled toward the ground and landed gracefully, and soundlessly in a crouch.

“It’s not hard on the knees if you know how to do it right.”

[charmed]

And I know there’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together. I know that. But I’m tired of them. I’m tired of every single one of them. We’ve all gotta make a choice. Right? Well, I choose you.