I Lost You Once || Self Para
As tough as the decision was to make to initially leave England and Gwen behind, Peter knew it was the best for both of them. Battling himself with it each and everyday, he knew he had to get himself help and stable with the symbiote, because if he didn’t — things would have only gotten worse.
Once he’d returned to the city, as much as he loved to see his aunt, there was a huge chunk missing, an empty feeling that only one particular blonde would ever be able to fill. At that point he had to continue to tell himself that he’d done the right thing, especially when he was kept up at night by it.
In his free time he researched and did some sneaking around into labs, of course something he and Gwen used to be experts at, it was only one thing that added to missing her. It was months and months of trying to figure how to rid it. Slowly piecing things together, it was one night of nearly giving up that he finally found a solution that would make symbiote screech to leap off of Peter and his suit all together. Capping it into a large vial, hoping that a place in his closet would keep it safe — at least for the time being.
Naturally, Peter eased Spider-Man back into the city for his Daily Bugle contribution, of course the pay was still measly, but he’d been doing his best to find another job to add on to, thoughts of community college had continued to come up from his aunt, but as of then that wasn’t his biggest concern.
It was one day of coming home to bring eggs and milk home to his aunt before dawn that he’d caught her making dinner, and in that moment it was when he found out that Gwen had been back in the city, that she’d run into her mother and that she had a job opportunity lined up at OSCORP. It was suspicious in itself. Peter couldn’t keep himself from going over to her fire escape, he had to check on her. It was the least he could do — tell her about how he’d finally found a way to get rid of the symbiote once and for all, if she even cared that is.
Swinging through the city, he had a smile underneath his mask as he spotted her window, landing on it, curious as to why the window had already been opened. Immediately he took off his mask, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of it. Surely Gwen couldn’t had done any of this — mess wasn’t in her nature. Wandering around, seeing if there was any clues, each time Peter wondered further into the room it seemed as if it was trashed by someone other than her. Gulping, he walked over to her desk, and at first glance, there wasn’t anything to be found, but something told him in the back of his mind that there had to be some sort of trail left behind.
It wasn’t a moment sooner than his eyes landed on the plastic bowling pin, the only thing that would be set in order on her desk. Peter felt a punch to the gut, his heart beating fast. He’d forgotten all about Kingpin’s threats since they’d gone to England, and that was something that was once again — his fault. Frantically grabbing it off the table, he looked out the window, wondering what spot they’d be using at this point. Before he moved out of her room, he tried to search for her phone with no avail. He didn’t know how long she’d be gone, but what if it was too late? Feeling tears build up in his eyes he jumped from the window, heading toward the old warehouse they’d once used.
