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“Jesus!” Mary Jane doubled over, tempted to leave Peter just for scaring her. Opening the glass with a head shake, the redhead gave him room to climb in. “Are you bleeding? Do I need to grab a towel or band-aid?”
“ no----well i mean yea but---no i don’t need a bandaid, or a towel. i’m good--just a scratch. pinky promise.” peter replied climbing through the window.
“Hey, do you think you could open a window!?” Peter yelled, tapping on the glass.
Carol grinned, flipping a couple of strands of hair out of her eyes. “Not bad, Parker. I’ve got a little bit of a sense myself, but it’s not reliable.” She aimed a few more punches and a kick at him, still testing the waters. “So what else comes with the whole spider power package?”
Peter stepped back, torso jerking backwards side to side at each punch she threw at him. The motivation to not want to be at the end of one of those was enough to keep him moving but the spider sense helped him instinctually figure out where each hit was going to launch. “Uh, it’s kind of like--” he quickly ducked out of the way of her kick “a feeling. You ever had shivers run up your spine?” he asked criously before flipping out of the way. “Kinda like that but stronger. It’s kinda like I just know? If that makes sense.”
“….Dodge bullets? I do that for fun.”
“For fun? That’s mildly concerning.”
“I can just see Jameson and his lackeys using that as a reason as to why you’re a menace.” Wincing, Gwen held up her hands. “I’m already getting stuck to everything. Paper, poles, you name it.”
“Actually, I don’t have to do anything at all but you knew that. I wonder if he’s blown a gasket yet at all the new Spider heroes popping up.” Peter mused. At her comment he frowned slightly. “It gets easier.” he replied, gently grabbing her wrists. “I pulled the keys off my computer once.”
“Spider senses dude. I dodge bullets, it’s a gift what can I say.”
"Books that involve any correlation between mutants and magic. …Also spellbooks that I shouldn’t be looking for. Wanna help?“
“uhm, well I can try. Have you tried talking to Wanda or Strange? They might have some. Strange for sure.”
“Well, uh, that actually makes sense.”
“Yea, I made it that way so it doesn’t hang all over New York and clutter everything.--also because that happens, get’s stuck to everything.”
“Hypothetically, does anyone know how to remove webbing from clothing? I’m asking for a friend.”
“Well, it’s soluble so uh wash it.”
“I don’t think there’s a single book in this library that has what I’m looking for. I don’t think most of these have even been opened in the last century. This library hasn’t even been around for a century. ——This place is useless.”
“What are you looking for?”
Flash laughs, rolling his eyes under his suit before stowing his phone back. Of course he had the footage of Peter laughing, he’d use it for some stupid Vine later.
“What are we doing the besides just complaining?”
Peter stops laughing and drops his hands into his lap before giving yet another shrug, eyes glancing around at the city below under his mask. “I dunno, man. I dunno. Sometimes I go see some of the homeless kids when I have free time though down at the shelter, round up a few of the hot dog stand dudes, get them to supply lunch. We could do that?” He offers.
Gwen tried to swallow around the huge lump in her throat and found it nearly impossible. He couldn’t even look at her. She had hurt him so much that he couldn’t even look at her. Fidgeting with her messenger bag, Gwen pulled a ratty sweatshirt out and pulled it over her head. Even though she was still in costume it made her feel a little more at ease to not be in only her tight suit. She wanted to pretend like things were normal. How would her relationship with Peter have transgressed if he had never been bit by that spider? If her father had lived? If she hadn’t died. Gwen had been interested in Peter Parker for a while before he became Spider-man, and she didn’t hold either of them responsible for what had happened to her father or herself.
“Maybe I wouldn’t have.” She shrugged. “I mean, I’ve figured out that I’m Anti-Reg, but I didn’t know at first. I made my choice for the same reason that you did. My mother already lost my father and myself, I knew that she couldn’t take it if I was unmasked publicly as well. She needs things to at least look normal to get by. I couldn’t put my brothers through that.” At his words she smirked slightly and shook her head. “I think she was more mad at my dad and I for not telling her. We both knew and kept her in the dark.”
For a moment she just stood there, resisting the urge to reach out and smooth his hair back or just touch him in general. Her body ached and throbbed, heart trying to burst out from her rib cage. “No, I do need to apologize because what I said was horrible and not even true. I know I can’t take back that I said it, but I didn’t mean it. I was just mad and I said something I didn’t mean.” Hearing Peter admit that he was scared brought tears to Gwen’s eyes. She quickly wiped them aside and turned her head so that Peter couldn’t see her face. “I’m scared too. I’m scared every day, Peter. I’m scared because I don’t know what to do with everything that’s happening. I can’t control anything about my life, and I’ve always had everything planned out.” Her plans had definitely been derailed. Taking a deep breath, she continued on. “But I don’t hate you, Peter. I don’t think I ever could. I love you. I love you more than I can handle. I also can’t handle you blaming yourself for my death.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, brown eyes stay glued to the floor as she talks. His chest constricts and sometimes he wonders if there will ever be a day that he’s not haunted by the ghosts anymore--his uncle, her father, her. She’s alive, fine, standing right in front of him and still he blames himself with ever fiber of his being. It’s not her fault, her saying it didn’t make him suddenly start feeling this way. He always has. Her blood is on his hands and she can say she doesn’t blame him but he will always feel heavy guilt in his heart. If he had just let her go when he was supposed to. He wished he could now, just let her live her life but he’s not that selfless. Every time he tries to stay away he gets sucked back in. He has days where he thinks he’ll be fine, he can do it--he can breathe through the guilt but then he has moments when he looks at her and thinks its because of him she was nearly stripped of life. It will be a constant battle and maybe one he’ll never win but it’s an internal struggle he’ll work through because he loves her and he needs her. After a moment he finally looks up at her, hand reaching out to take hers, fingers gently lacing through her own as he pulls her closer towards him. His lips press into a solemn smile. “I don’t blame myself because of what you said. I blamed myself before that, and I’ll probably never stop but--you’re alive and okay and I have to learn to stop living in the past.” he replied. Easier said than done. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” he added, referring to the whole spider thing. He’d sleep better at night if she didnt.
“That’d be great actually, yeah.” He reaches into a pouch and pulls out his phone, opening Vine. “Okay, ready when you are, Pecker.”
He starts slapping his knee obnoxiously like he’s hysterically laughing. “I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to be doing but--” cue a shrug.
“Fresh out I’m afraid. But seriously, not one laugh at that awesome joke slash pun?”
“I did--just internally. Do you need me to slap my knee?”
“Peter.” Wade places his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Spiderman.” He then places his other hand on the other shoulder. “Spidey.” Wade then somehow places his other hand on Peter’s other shoulder. “Wait.”
“What are you doing?”
“Meh, healing factor.”
“Yea but....ew.”
“Yes, I do. The sweat on my balls gives it this suction cup feeling. It’s really weird.”
“Yo you should probably have that looked at.”
