people say -- and he didn’t know WHICH people, but it certainly felt aunt may-ish, that you never forget your first love. your first real love, the one that made your heart soar and sink at the exact same time. the one that with each glance had your stomach both flipping and clenching with the fear ( and damned curiosity ) of what words would come from already parted lips. but nobody told you, at least, nobody told PETER, just how screamingly clear you remember.
all the way down to how they loop the tops of their ‘l’s.
shaky digits grasped around the paper that was stuck to the front of his door. a million questions that all boiled down to one accusation and one thought and the one and only way peter parker can cope with there being another damn gwen stacy in this world.
‘ just another clone. ’
and that was his mantra, his fuel for resolve as he tampered with the webware around his wrist and pulled the hood of his sweater over mussed hair. as pearly whites ground against each other with each thought of the jackal, and each thought of blonde hair and bright eyes. so absorbed, that he didn’t register flagging a taxi, or paying too large a tip, or the fact that sneakers wobbled over the unsteady cobblestones that marked the street where their designated meet-up was.
and he didn’t come to until hazel eyes registered the woman he believed to be dead. immediate in their scanning to find imperfection. a difficult task to even gaze ‘pon her without clouding the anger, the fear, the frustration in his eyes.
‘ where is he ?? ’
@aliveagwen decided to Attack Me with Emotions.
