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There had been word for a while now of a new hero of sorts around New York. When news reports and articles had started to spread info on the newcomer, May had started to read up as much as she could. She took notes, worked out where this person was operating, planning on trying to find them. She knew it wasn’t Peter. She knew in her mind that it wasn’t. But she also knew the reason, no matter how much she would deny it, that she was so interested in this new figure is that it was a link to Peter. After weeks of research, she managed, by chance, to pass by a scene in their neighbourhood that might have attracted the attention of someone like Peter. She had caught a quick glance of someone, but they wouldn’t stop for just her shouts. Unable to think of anything else, May figured the best way to get them to come to her was to shout: “Help! Help me! I need help!” hoping desperately that it would work. 

[spldertm]

peter’s face tightens after each stitch, squeezing his eyes shut to bear with the pain. ( it wasn’t gwen’s fault the needle hurt, she was just trying to help ) yet with each puncture came a wince from him. ❝  can you please be more careful?  ❞  peter asked, his nails beginning to dig into the skin between his brows. being back in new york with the flurry of events that had transcended, peter was ready to wallow away in his own self-pity.

it was a boiling pot ready to tip over. it took the one wrong bit of pain to send peter over the edge, and he pushed up from his seat, jerking away from her hold. ❝  do you have to be so rough ?  ❞  he exploded, eyes directing back to the flowing blonde curls that came with her piercing blue eyes. ❝  the last thing i need is more bleeding!  ❞  he shouted, ❝  i can’t deal with more pain than i’ve already—— ❞  peter stopped, head falling into his hands in recollection. he tried his best to wipe the tears that continuously flowed before looking back up at her. 

over the course of two weeks, he’d lost just about everything he’d worked so hard to keep secret. his identity, his work, his responsibilities? it all came crumbling down all because he trusted the wrong man. if anyone did this, peter did it to himself. gwen was one, if not the only one, who understood exactly how crucial it was to stay hidden behind the mask. having her support was one thing he took for granted.

❝  i’m sorry, gwen. you don’t deserve this.  ❞ / @ghcstspdr + plotted starter