(Late "angsty anon" thing, gonna be a news reporter here) Hang on, we've got some breaking news. We have just received confirmation from the NYPD, the Spider Man has died.
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 is in gwen’s inbox !
HER MOVEMENT STOPS ENTIRELY AT THE WORDS THAT FILTER THROUGH THE TV. she clutches the wooden spoon tightly. knuckles almost white from the strength of the grip. for a moment she’s almost positive it isn’t real. positive that she’s either dreaming or this is just a sick prank. because ... spider-man couldn’t be dead ... right?
then there’s an image of peter on the screen. a picture that gwen had taken of him a few months back, nonetheless. and god. the world just stops.
frozen entirely still in the middle of the kitchen, she suddenly struggles to breathe. the fact that they’d unmasked him and exposed his identity only confirms that the breaking news is real. peter was dead.
without thinking she drops the wooden spoon and finds her mobile phone in her hand. she finds peter’s contact details and clicks on his name. watching as the phone call starts to ring.
she waits. patiently. baby-pink nail tapping against the glass of her phone. waiting. waiting. waiting.
helloooo, you’ve reached peter. parker. peter parker. can’t get to my phone right now so ... you know what to do. seeya!
❝ peter ... ❞ it’s all she can manage after the voicemail beep. taking a shaky breath. ❝ call me back. okay? i really need you to call me back. please call me back .... please. you can’t leave me, okay? you can’t ❞