Ascent [TheDusk/Dr.Connors]

Twip!

His web shooter echoed as he yanked the ledge of an apartment complex. He let the web line extend all the way out, bending into a full swing. The hero tossed his feet forward, increasing his speed. The sirens were wild in the night as they turned the building walls blue and red. The WebHead's wide eyes narrowed at the sight of the fleeing suspects as they nearly tore into a unsuspecting taxi. Peter began gritting his teeth at their carelessness for human lives.

He always hated high speed chases. Although his web slinging was quite dexterous, it wasn't four wheel drive dexterous. It wouldn't be long before Spidey lost the dangerous race. The men in blue couldn't seem to catch up to the guys either at least. That put little solace into Pete's heart, but aided his guilt.

Sudden Turn!

Spider-man was forced to web yank the corner of the UPS warehouse to make the sharp turn. He hooked around at a one hundred and eighty degree angle, wind buffeting his face like a fighting army.
In the blur of the lights below him, gun shots were distinctly heard. It wasn't the officers; the shots were rapid and almost fired at the same time. It had to be some sort of automatic weapon being used below him.

Wait... below him?!

The arc at which Spidey propelled himself forward put him right above the speeding Camero (the theft there of being the reason for the chase). This was the opening the young hero needed to end this horrible nightmare. The Web Head stuck both arms out and fired two lines of webbing. They attached to a street light pole and a walking light pole respectively. Using his proportional strength, he pulled hard. The force threw him forward like a bullet towards the pavement.

“In about... 3..2.. OW!” Spider-man yelped as the back of his head and shoulders collided with the windshield. Glass shattered and splintered the back of the young hero as the two thugs yelped in surprise. The driver immediately stopped firing back at the cops and took hold of the wheel. Thankfully he dropped his Uzi out the window. On the unfortunate hand, his passenger had free hands; free hands that quickly picked up an Ak47 from the back seat of the car.

“No....,” Spidey groaned, gripping the dashboard.

The scruffy man in the black hat ignored his warning, loading the gun.

“No no no....,” the hero moaned again.

It clicked as he took aim. The WebHead lifted his left arm in a blur and formed his signature bull horned hand signal. The right amount of pressure from his middle and ring finger triggered the webs from his web shooter. It came out not in a line, but instead a spray. It plastered all over the top half of the groat man's body. The assault rifle automatically jolted up and sent an array of bullets piercing through the roof. He looked up in shock at the loss of control. When his eyes came back down they found a red and black knuckles ramming into them. The black hat flew right off his head as he faded from consciousness.

The driver screamed for no good reason, possibly due to the loss of his wingman. Spidey looked over to the frightened driver with a quizzical look of confusion.“What? Never seen him sleep before..? OH, you are THOSE kind of bad guys!” the hero cackled, making an obscene questioning of their sexuality. The long haired man took his eyes off the road as he reached into the back, for another weapon no doubt. Spider-man jolted his hand upward and fired webs to the guy's wrist. The thug yelped as his arm became one with the side of the seat.

“Yeah yeah, I KNOW that its legal in our fair city. But I really don't think this is the time for some lovin'. I mean, the cops ARE after you ya know!”

“Shut up!”

Spidey sighed dully.

“Now ya' gone and forced my hand. And I thought we were getting a long great! I was even going to name one my children after you! The GRUMPY one.,” He murmured, grabbing the fleeing thug by the collar and tossing him out the window. The hero quickly leaped into the front seat, firing webbing out of his wrist shooters to meld him to the wall instead of splattering the poor criminal. Leather interior was now missing from half the seat as he sat down.

His big white eyes gazed down at his feet. His left food nailed the brake, screeching to a halt. The expensive car skidded to a halt as did the police cruisers in pursuit. Spider-man yelped and covered his head, being entirely whimsical. Playing silly, he lifted his head, as if checking for danger. A smile came from beneath his mask as he looked to the unconscious thug. His index finger came up beneath the hairy chin of the now bald thug.

“So, did I pass my driver's test mam? I think I MAY have hit a cone or two... But that's alright right?” Spidey made fun of the slumbering man. He turned and faced forward in the car, placing his hand to his forehead.

Suddenly, a gun clicked right by his left ear.

“FREEZE!” came a loud blaring voice from an NYPD officer. He looked dully at the man, despite having a gun trained on him.

“Lemme guess, License and registration? And no, I haven't been drinking sir.” The sly hero coyly joked despite the serious tone of the situation.

“Out of the car now Spider-man!” The man barked.

“You mean, I don't get to keep this baby? Ya know? Vroom Vroom Bumblebee? Well then heck with this! I'm out!” The Webslinger quickly shot webbing down the chamber of the gun and leaped out the opposite window. His powers glued him to a lamp pole as officers all around him trained on him. He swung around the pole like a master gymnast and hoisted himself high into the air.

“Don't worry! Next time I'll bring em into the station for ya! 90% of your job right there!” He shouted back, although he doubted they could hear him from how far away he was.

Where do thugs get all these high powered guns I wonder...



It's one in the morning... the normal ritual

He thought to himself, feeling the glass digging into his back. Peter had been to Gwen's apartment for medical attention numerous times since he'd taken on the mask and tights. However, he knew that these night visits hampered her well being and her grades. It wasn't kind or polite in any manner. Matter of fact, Pete had planned on not even coming to her on this night despite his injuries.

However, the glass was burrowed into his back right where the human could not reach, even a super spider powered human. It was an embarrassing problem that someone with such flexibility couldn't even reach a small spot on his back. However, it wasn't all that bad. Its not as if he could bend his spine or pop his arm out of socket.

More importantly, Peter knew that having shards of glass digging into his lower trapezius would only hamper him greatly. Infections, bleeding, etc were not healthy by any means. So here he was again, sitting on her fire escape, thinking about it instead of just knocking. Waking her always made him timid and filled him with immense guilt.

Who was he to awake such a wonderful beauty? Come to think of it, he didn't really KNOW who exactly he was to her. There was a deep line in the sand between the two. However, it often came with awkward meetings and nervous reactions. Sand quickly eroded the line that stood between the young teens. The line quickly became blurring and intangible. They now drifted across the line time to time. Their goodbye hugs were getting longer and longer. He would take the accidentally whiff of her hair because it smelled like intoxicating strawberries; only to be met with a gentle smile instead of a scolding as most women would do. Gwen would comfort rest her hand on his sometimes when they'd sit together. Although it filled his hand with a clammy sweat, Peter couldn't help but stay under her spell.

Something very strange was happening between them. Pete could never quote grasp what it was. Perhaps it was just the fact that he'd always been “Midtown's Best and Brightest!”. His education had always been what he focused most on and understood the most. Even recently, he'd been making strides in the impressive world of genetics. It was the next day(or later that day considering it was 1:12 in the morning), that he'd be aiding Dr. Connors with the Decay Rate Algorithm. Never until now had Peter been so deeply... interested in anything else before. He was fascinated with her quick humor and her jaw dropping beauty. Pete finally removed that picture of her from his computer, only to replace it with a picture of them; wrapped up warm from the cold at a Midtown Homecoming game. It was like an antidote killing a virus, spreading through his body like wildfire. Gwen consumed everything he did. He walked with his head up because she became concerned to if he was upset when he walked with his head down. Peter stood with his locker slightly closed that way he could watch for her as she came down the hallway. The boy made sure to study quicker so he could make time to see her before he had to become Spider-man for the night. His grades did indeed hamper a little, but a 4.0 in second of his class as opposed to a 4.0 at first was an easy choice when it came to having Gwen smile for him. It seems that smile drove everything he did.
Certainly arriving at one in the morning injured would do everything besides make her smile. The boy hero gave strong thoughts to leaping away and going home. However, a searing pain like vinegar on an open wound singed his back. It felt like swords were being plunged into his spine. Peter really wished he wasn't a bug hero right about then. It wasn't like he could actually go to a hospital. His DNA amongst other things would throw any doctor for a loop. As sad and hindering as it was to Gwen, Peter needed her to keep his secret safe.

Pat pat pat...

It came with his exhausted forehead instead of his knuckles. In his own stringy boredom, he began pecking on the glass with each individual finger of his right hand. He did so all in a row from left to right, then repeated. Hopefully, that would get her attention.

Peter couldn't help but grin dimwittedly as he entered the small, quint room of Gwen Stacy. It was a tiny room, bathed in a baby cyan. He looked up at the pretty white molding along the ceiling as he stood in the threshold of the breezy window. It wasn't much space, but it was a roomy little corner of the world. Its presence was somber and inviting. He was lucky such was true with how often he stopped by. Books were stacked neatly in a bookcase in the far corner. Her table sat with a nice white monitor and binders labeled by class. There was a sense of order there that made the chaotic world around it envious. Everything was just as it should be within the home of Gwen. It calmed the young hero greatly when he came in from a world of chaos to a peaceful order.

His hazel orbs quickly danced to the flawless face of Gwen. Pete maintained his wild grin, even with the pain induced cringe in his left eyelid. Her apologetic words barely phased him. They barely came to him as words with his dreary, hurting state. It seemed more like harmonic tones that soothed his soreness. The boy lifted his arm in a circular motion, stretching his shoulder that ached ferociously. The words that she spoke finally were processed by his preoccupied brain. He observed the study flood that had previously engulfed his best friend and it only forced a somber chuckle from the injured hero.

“Oh no, God forbid the day that Gwen Stacy has the slightest mess! It must be the apocalypse!” Peter exclaimed in a low whisper, teasing her even in the seriousness of the pain. The boy's backpack dreadfully slopped off his shoulder; thankfully the pack only had his civilian clothes and a camera so it did not make much noise as it slumped to the floor.

A tone of shock over came her wondrous emeralds for a brief moment. Peter understood that he had probably turned a little to the left, revealing his battle wounds on his trapezius. Or in his trapezius as the case may be. The look quickly disappeared and was replaced by a shameful look. Not the one that displayed anger in any way, more of the way your mother stares at you after you've disobeyed her. There's a look of love, but ownership. Her eyes told the story. The story of how it was probably idiotic to hurt himself again like that. But oh well, it was her idiot.

He smiled at her gentle remark about the bandages.

“Haha okay. I'm sure gonna miss Cap...,” He cooed at her, remarking the silly child band-aids she kept in the cupboard behind her mirror. The gorgeous blond quickly dashed out of the room. He blew a sigh of relief out between his lips and sat calmly on the bed. He caught the view of himself before sitting down on the bed in a desk side mirror. Peter became quickly aware of how terrible he looked. He looked like hell. What was he thinking coming here looking like that? Why did he care? It was just Gwen right? It was only Gwen so there was no need to be so smitten about his appearance. But why did he have a cold feeling that came over him? It chilled him and embarrassed him. Certainly she wouldn't find him attractive at all in this state.

Whoa, where did that thought come from? Jeez Peter, get a hold of yourself. It's just Gwen. Not some exotic super model...

He pondered that for a brief moment.

Although she does look like a super model, her golden hair and flawless cheeks could make any man go wild. I wonder why she's never considered it...

His eyes widened.


Whoa Peter! Those are bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! She's just your best friend. If she knew you were every thinking of ANY of this, she'd have your head served on a silver platter. Even furthermore, her dad would cover up the murder for her. You are screwed Pete so keep your heart on the down low.

He gazed over to a small white bulletin board that hung at perfect level on the wall in front of him. The boy tucked his feet beneath him on the edge of the bed as he studied it.



It was the picture of the two of him that he fondly remembered. Gwen had just won a debate for Midtown High's debate team. It would be the one that would lead them to the finals. She was so incredibly happy. He remembered how elated she was. Gwen bounced right out of those double doors and raced towards him.

“Peter Peter! We did it! We did it!” She exclaimed, leaping onto him.

“Were we watching the same debate Gwen? Cause I think you did it.” Peter smiled warmly as he embraced her. She detached herself from his shoulder and glared at him right in the eyes.

“We did it. As a TEAM, Peter. Something you need to learn how to do!” She responded, obviously hinting at his alter ego. She had a firm hold on his shirt collar. It was cute because the angelic woman was so close to him, enchanting him with her ever present strawberry scent. However, it was horrifying because he felt how strong the grip was on him. It was no illusion that she meant business by that statement.

Peter grinned at her statement. He slowly took gentle hold of her arms and placed them down at her side. He also took the time while he was doing so to slide an arm around her comfortably. He lowered his voice, making sure his statement would not be loud enough to be heard by the other audience members vacating the entertainment center.

“If the Avengers would just invite me to a party or two. I'd be so in there!” He chuckled. She giggled almost immediately. It was slightly funny to him, but her giggle was so adorable that it brought lively laughter from his diaphragm. She loved his smile so much that it caused her to bring bright laughter to mirror his.

It was normal back then, but the more Peter thought about it; the more it became evident how much he'd grown as a person. He used to not even be able to say a word to Gwen, always admiring her from afar. When Peter first attempted to ask her out, he was nothing but an anxious mess. Now, he joked and teased her whenever he had the chance. Not because he wanted to annoy her... Oh, well it was to annoy her. He couldn't really help it. Gwen was so adorable when she was being teased. Her responses were always so witty and even comical at times. It made him smile a great deal. Peter felt... at home with Gwen. Where Pete had to wear a mask and become a completely different person to relax and let go with the world; Peter could be himself with Gwen on all the days ending with y. It was wonderful.

Sometimes... I wish I could just reach out and ki-

His thought began but was interrupted as the pajamaed beauty returned. He turned in the darkness, still smiling fondly at her.
Her voice questioned his wounds as his smiled gleamed.

“Oh, bunch of punks stole a Camero. I tried to web yank myself into the car with them. Needless to say, I didn't exactly hit an open window...,” He said, like a child being asked why he was in time out. He sat and leaned forward, allowing her easier access to the glass digging into his spine.

“Which number? There's an infinite amount you know..OW! Take it easy Gwen! I'm not one of Connors's lab rats!” He teased her as a searing pain struck him suddenly. Peter sighed, knowing that the pain couldn't be helped. He's the one that got himself into the mess by recklessly throwing himself at the sports car. In the long run, Pete had no regrets for doing so. The fact that doing so made him able to put an end to the chase before any innocents were hurt made it worth it. Heck, he'd go through a thousand windshields if it meant keeping just one person alive. It was that kind of attitude that made him proud to be the nephew of Uncle Ben. It was his morals that he passed on that gave Peter the ability to truly care for all life. Deep down, despite his lack of confidence, the boy knew this made his late uncle very, very proud. Thoughts like that kept him smiling. Thoughts like that kept him at work, every night dawning upon a red and black mask and proving that there was still good in the world. This was what made him worth something to the world. This is what mattered about all else. Protecting those without protection made Peter strong. Not physically perhaps, but it made him a stronger person than anyone could ever perceive.

The boy would never admit it though. He was much too modest and humble to ever see himself as such. He went through life as the same high school student he'd always been. The heroism had not phased him much. It was his obligation, not a gift. When he saved a person, it wasn't because it made himself feel better; it was because that person was given life by the hands of God and that should be preserved. Every life was important and worth protection. It was his sacred duty to do so.

His Power, His Responsibility.

It was what kept him from putting the suit away every time he watched Gwen get that worried look in her eyes over him. He bet that she had it that very moment. How could she not? She was picking bloody pieces of glass from her best friend's back! That isn't exactly a carefree activity by any means. It sometimes drove him mad how much she worried. Then again, Peter didn't really know exactly was bothered him more; the fact that Gwen was always worried to death about him, or the fact that Gwen always pretended like she wasn't. The boy understood that the blond genius was raised with a police officer as a father. This made her bury all her worries away on instinct. Peter just wished that Gwen could be straight with him. They had been closer than they had been with any one else over those past four months. Gwen had done everything in her power to keep Peter straight when his Uncle Ben passed. Peter loved her to death for it. He loved her for keeping him standing when all he wanted to do was fall. He loved her for holding him tight when he needed to cry. He loved her... probably more than he should a best friend... But its that love that forces him to worry about her... well worrying. That much fear cannot be healthy for her and he knew that. It killed the boy that he had to do this to the girl that he cared about more than his own well being. But he didn't have much of a choice exactly.

Her coy remark about the band-aids came and he chuckled, happy to be broken from his own worrisome thoughts. He only smiled as he felt what he hoped would be the last shard from his back pulled. His eyelid cringed with the stinging ache, but it soon subsided with her care. Peter stayed quiet for awhile, uncharacteristic of himself when he was around Gwen. His mind was slipping into a deep thought. Gwen probably easily picked up on that. She seemed to know things about Peter that he wasn't even conscious about sometimes. She had never grown so close to a person before. Of course, Gwen was very successful which lead her to know quite a few people. However, they were all a part of her life. Peter seemed to be the center of her life. Whatever the other friends she had said or did was inconsequential. What Peter says and does was her lifeline. It was rather silly that neither person really knew the extent of the bond they shared. They never cared to talk about it, or were just to nervous to do so.

Until Peter turned around, unintentionally displaying his superhuman reflexes. He had hoped he didn't scare Gwen.


Moonlight cascaded through the open window and illuminated her room with a somber tone. It revealed that Peter's face was deafened with a serious intention which was very strange to Gwen. His face hovered only half a foot from hers, probably less. His rich hazels stared deeply into her shining emeralds. It felt as if for that moment... the two ceased to be a singular being. They had come to an understanding that honest needed to be paid.

“Look... Gwen,” Peter began, stumbling a bit. It seemed the boy was awestruck at her elegant beauty, even with only her pajamas. Her loveliness seemed to strike him, cutting his words right from his mouth. Her looks to him were always so content and full of solace. Gwen seemed to get so much out of just simply gazing upon him. She looked at the boy like he was an angel fallen from the skies and it made Peter want to melt right out of his skin. No man, super powers or not, could resist the breathtaking charm of Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy. The most confusing question Peter could never answer was how on Earth she had never once had a boyfriend. It made him wild with rage at times, making him want to suit up and beat some sense into these men who didn't know the heaven that they were missing. On the other hand, Pete knew deep down that doing so would be a battle against himself.

She looked so intrigued with him, like she was looking at a priceless, irreplaceable jewel. Her lime orbs were waiting on him gently like a late lover waiting for a widow to reach heaven. Gwen had so much inspiration with a single stare. It made him want to just cease to exist because Peter didn't quite understand if his body could handle that much attention and care with a single glace. She was so tender.. so wonderful...He could never begin to explain it all in a way that could truly capture her perfection. Pete could just say perfection, but even that wouldn't even come close. It overwhelmed him with purpose and power that no spider could ever give. It really made him feel like a hero.

Darn it... She's waiting for me to talk... Stop this romantic non-sense.. You're only friends, that won't change... No matter how much you want it to Pete...

“Gwen... I know we don't talk much about... Well... how things are between us and the past. But Gwen, I just don't think I've ever said this and I really-really need to..,” He started, with full intention of finishing. He placed his left hand on her right forearm softly, just to soak every last bit of the world that Gwen Stacy was coherent of and make it his. And only his.

“... You....,”

“You... really-really made my life... Ya know? I mean, with Uncle Ben... When he died.. I-i couldn't function.. I c-couldn't do anything.. I was a mess and I couldn't clean myself up... But you just showed up out of the blue and made the skies... well... blue I guess, not trying to be repetitive... It's j-just happening.. I-... I-I'm sorry I-....,”

Peter became anxious, growing nervous with each word he spoke until it broke off. It had never been like him to vocalize his feelings. It was keeping how he felt concealed that made it so easy to live the hard life that he did. It was much more easy to tuck his worries of Aunt May, Gwen, and Harry at the back of his mind as opposed having them blind him while trying to save someone's life. The ritual was necessary for him to keep people alive, but in the long run, it may be detrimental to the bright hearted hero. He was not thick; Pete knew the dangers he endured while doing so. But his life came last the minute someone else's came into danger. It was his way of life and it worked out for the better of everyone. Except him.

No... I have to say this.. If I can say anything to her of how I really feel I have to say this...

“..I just... I have never had a better friend since the day I was born Gwen I just...I... don't.. can't picture my life without you.. You have always been my eyes when I can't see... You have been my light when I'm in the dark.. You are just everything. Everything! Everything!... To me...... I just don't think I have ever told you that and I thought you needed to know that you are God's greatest gift to me. Always will be too,”

Peter finished, almost out of breath from releasing so much feeling at once. He felt vulnerable, out in the open. But above all else,

He felt relieved.

All he could do was smile warmly, in a way he was not accustomed to. So close... Oh so very close and he just couldn't breath another ounce of life without taking her as his own. He knew it was so wrong. His heart beated until it bled for her but he could not reach out and take her. She was his solace in life and all he wanted to do was bring her into his lap and hold her. Peter wanted to leave little kisses on her shoulder; the kind that reminded her that his love for her was adoring like a treasure he'd never let go. It was love. There was scarcely any reason to deny it at this point. Pete felt his heart racing a thousand miles per hour and he just wanted to share it with her. He was... so close to her face. The boy could see the sweet softness of her lips. He could almost taste it.. All he had to do was seize then. Before he had even thought about it, he was leaning. Leaning in for the deepest desires he had held since the moment he laid eyes upon the perfection named Gwendolyn. All he wanted to do was to connect lips-No, fuse lips with her. He just wanted them to stop being two best friends and be one singular being. He wanted it to be Peter and Gwen, not just Gwen. As selfish as it may have been, Pete strived to set in place a new identity for them. It was no strange thing for the boy to take on new identities so why not add Peter, the best boyfriend in the world to the mixture? He swore that he would throw away Spider-Man and Peter Parker if it meant having a singular identity with Gwen Stacy. It was so close... They were so close... An incident was about to happen that would change their lives forever..




Peter pulled away.

His head shot towards her neon green and white plaid sheets. Instead of combining gentle lips with the angel, he rested his chin on her shoulder blade and wrapped his arm around her tiny frame. His forearm came to rest on the rear of her small waist. He knew he hadn't cleverly hidden his grotty attempt to take advantage of her wonderful charm. Her smell, her presence, her everything was greatly overwhelming him. Peter had almost lost control of himself even. Just looking at the tears in the rims of those glistening emeralds made him mad. He felt so much warmth in his heart that he thought it'd catch fire. It wasn't safe for him to be near her, not like this.

The boy made an attempt to scoot away from the girl whom he loved more than himself, shamed that he had nearly taken advantage of her.

A sadistic mixture of embarrassment and shame set his veins a blaze. He felt the weight of the world slamming down on him for his grotty move on the sweet girl. It was pathetic that a simple girl could derive Peter of all control over his emotions.

Then again, this was no simple girl. This was Gwendolyn Stacy, the radiant angel that sent his heart into a tailspin. He would always crash into the realization that the extent of their relationship could only be as close friends. It was the most disturbing truth Pete had ever known. It harrowed his soul and replaced it with an icy cold. Being with the beauty made him feel so warm, but so frigid when he realized he could never be her's. The very thought of that fact made him want to cringe. It was more powerful than any torture known to man. The boy had not had so much ache since the death of his late uncle. She was his crutch was that after all. The most she deserved was his life. But alas, it was not of her desires. Her desires had to be elsewhere... on someone much better than he. Pete knew that well enough. She never talked boys with him anyways, so how could he even know what he was up against? There wasn't. Peter just wasn't good enough. Pete wasn't good enough to save his Uncle Ben, and he wasn't good enough to hold the hand of Gwen Stacy; no matter how dearly he wanted to.


Realizing that the gesture of withdrawing his body fully may have been a tad rude, the boy scooted back up near her. Gwen sat with her legs crossed so Peter carefully sat in front of her with his legs over her knees, feet planting by her thighs. He folded his arms over each other, placing his elbows on his knees. Pete leveled his chin on his forearm and stared away from her, the shame still evident in his heart. It was so painstakingly obvious that he had to look away so she would not catch on. Sometimes he found it troublesome that Gwen knew him so deeply well.

”N-nothing Gwen, I-uh, am fine! Yeah, I'm totally fine.. I just,” Peter stammered to answer her digging question. He trailed off however, knowing full well that no such statement could ever begin to fool her. Gwen was greatly intelligent. This did not simply end with knowledge and education. She knew him like the back of her own hand, but yet she could not see how much her craved her scent, her embrace, her love. It was a crude irony that Pete seldom enjoyed. Air pressed past his lips with the deep sigh. He lifted his arm as if to aid him with coming words.


”Why don't you tell me about guys? Like, the one's you want? Why is that?” He stammered, adverting to a new topic to avoid the awkward situation he'd imposed on her with the attempted kiss. Hopefully, she'd take the bait and forget the incident altogether. However,


Something nipped at his heart, warning him that that was the silliest thing he'd ever put faith in.

Without any given warning, his gentle lips were pressed against her soft pinks. Peter danced in a whimsical, enchanting dance of the heart. He only allowed a moment of space between them as they kissed before tossing her up and over him. She landed in his lap as his hands cascaded through her golden waterfall hair. He pushed and tugged at her lips with his own, signifying the years and years of need for a girl such as her. The girl he had been meant for since the day he was born. His arms latched around her as if letting her go meant an end to his life. Pete's fingers gently rubbed her slender back as he turned his head into the kiss, letting his passions roam free. Up and down, left to right, he tossed her lips with his. It was binding of the flesh between the two lovers. He pressed, suckled, and hugged her lips with his, making sure each movement made clear that this wasn't some silly crush he'd been harboring. It was so much more than that.

Peter hadn't even thought about if she was even referring to him or not. He had presented the possibility to himself that perhaps she spoke of him, but realized that no girl could ever fondly think of him in that manner. Then came the dark swirling thoughts of his beloved Gwen with another man. It drove him mad, like boiling water bursting at the bits. It made him fuming with rage and jealousy. Quite frankly, it made him want to tear up and break away. There had been nothing Peter had ever wanted in the universe more than Gwendolyn Stacy. And the dooming prophecy came to him from her lips, fortelling him that she had chosen another and that she would never mate with him. Gwen would never hold his hand, hold him when he was upset, or anything at all.

She would never be anything but a good friend to Peter. As selfish as it sounds, Pete couldn't stand that. It wasn't enough. Sure, he knew that he probably should have be grateful to even have such a wonderful woman in his life. He should have been extremely lucky to even know Gwen, much less be her best friend in the world. It was in all of his morals that Peter should be thankful for what he has and not ask for anything more until it is given to him. The times he had spent with Gwen just as a friend made him immensly cheerful. Any time spent with her gave him indescribable joy. Even the days she cried, he smiled because she trusted him enough to cry on him. Gwen was just a blessing on his whole livelihood in every way, shame, and form.

Yet, the selfishness still came over him. Peter realized that he had most likely ruined one of the best(if not the only) good relationships he had had with any friend. Yet, Pete did nothing to stop him self from combining lips with the elegant angel. His hands reached up and cupped her wonderful cheeks as he tasted her. She tasted just as she smelled, like sweet strawberries. It was the best thing he had ever tasted in his entire damned life. It drove him wild with a passion that was relentless and uncaring to his timid composure. Peter held Gwen as if she was his wife of ten years, caring and loving her with each gentle yet forceful touch.

The selfishness of it all was that Peter was well aware that Gwen could kick him out of his life, but yet he didn't care in the slightest. From what she had told him, she had locked her eyes on another man. Pete saw Gwen holding hands with this mystery guy, smiling brighter than any smile he could ever bring her. Peter saw Gwen cuddling with this mystery crush, talking about things more meaningfully that she ever could with him. Peter saw Gwen in love, with some strange guy she barely knew and not with the guy who had coveted her as a treasure since the moment that he'd first laid eyes on her. This thought tore him to shreds. His heart felt like it had been stepped on and bled to death. It made him sick, wanting to vomit. It made him upset, wanting to cry It made him useless, wanting to leave. He would have to live like that every day of his life watching Gwen throw her life into the hands of the secret crush. The more the boy thought of the only girl he'd felt this way for being so in love with someone else was a torture far greater than any death or consequence.

Peter wouldn't... couldn't live that way...

If he was going to have to endure such suffering and pain, he was going to at least let the angel know how much he truly meant to him fist. There was no way that he was going to sit with those bent up feelings as she dated another man. No, Pete was going to resolve his feelings for her right then and there. A definite no to how he felt would be much better than watching her new relationship grow with this crush and always coveting those feelings. He wanted her to kill his love for her. She wanted her to verbally say it. He craved her rejection because he had hoped some solace would come by knowing that it was hopless. Peter hated not knowing anything. As smart as he was, he could never tell if someone was taking a liking to him. Were the words he was speaking good for the other person to hear? Were the movements he was making appropriate around that person? Peter just wanted to know what to do for once. He wanted to know that what he was doing was right or wrong instead of persistantly second guessing everything he did in a sick mental torture!

Peter wanted his feelings shot down, so he would know he had justification to leave Gwen after she rejected him.

This was the last time Pete would ever be kissing his wonderful woman.


Darn... Look, I am already calling her mine... I wish it was so, I really-really wish it was so.. I am such a fool. There must have been so much more I could have done to keep her happy. There must be something I'm doing wrong. I should have noticed far earlier and fixed myself for her. Was it the way I talked? Did I joke too much? Was I too nerdy? I don't understand why I'm not good enough for her...



God, I'd give up every super power I have if it meant opening up even the slightest opening at being Gwen Stacy's boyfriend. I just... want you. Gwen, I need you. I wish you could hear me, but I know its pretty evident now... I just love you... I think I love you.... Is this love? I don't know. I've loved plenty, but I've never been 'in love' before... Is this it? Is it this warmth that I cannot seem to shake? Is it the tears that are forming in my eyes as I kiss you? Is it this dread I feel knowing this is our last kiss? Maybe I do love you Gwen... Not that is matters, I don't even think I can tell you. I just... I.. I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough...



His lips screamed his thoughts as he dug into her, tears streaming down his face. His hands began to shake with sorrow as he felt their lips finally part from each other. He stared at her with drowned hazels, a quake in his breath of uncertainty. Peter breathed hard, trying process the idea that that magical moment was the last he'd ever have. It was a dark thought that overcame his mind and filled him with a deep saddness. This would be the last time he would hold her... Last time he could speak to her... He had to at least say something meaningful, worthwhile. It was a troublesome thought, considering Pete had never been adept at speaking, much less anything poetic or meaningful. His art talents lay within drawing, not poems. He saw the world more scientifically, not wisely. But... he had to say something... anything... as his last words to Gwen... The woman he may have been in love with at that very moment. The first woman he'd ever be in love with if that be the case...

He stammered, choking on unintentional tears. Nothing came to mind... It was a blank slate. His actions were just instigated and carried by his heart, so his brain was naturally dumbfounded and lost on how to act. That is when Peter thought again to the left side of his chest, choosing to let that pivotal organ speak instead.

"...H-he can't have you...," Peter spoke confidently in a dead serious tone through his tears. He couldn't help but let out one last smile. The kind she'd always liked.

He stood, her words drawing breath from his mouth. The whole moment seemed to be euphoric state that he was unfamilar with. He sat, being embraced by the only angel he had ever cared. Did he really hear coming from behind his ears? Peter couldn't believe it. It felt like his blood had been replaced with pure ectasy. Pete gently took Gwen by her smooth shoulders and bent her away from him carefully, looking into her elegant olive orbs. His hazel eyes inspected her, like a detective searching for the one clue he kept overlooking. The boy searched for any hint of deceit or uncertainty in her Earth shattering words. He sat there, gazing deeply and investigating each corner over her open heart. Peter didn't even realize his hands were cupping her wonderful cheeks as he stared longingly into her.

Pete couldn't find a single shred of uncertanty. It seemed the words had slipped from her mouth, but he could tell just from looking at her, that she meant them within in her greatest heart of hearts. He felt serene and clear, watching her cling to him. Even as he moved slightly closer, her hands instantly adjusted to hold him tightly. Peter had never felt so special in his entire life. Her gentle stare gave him this cleansing feeling. Like everything he had every worked for in his life had meant something.

Everyday, Peter would dawn upon a mask and save innocents. He would save lives and protect the people without ever asking for a single thing in return for his deeds. Karma obviously hadnt been working for Pete the last few years. He kept his grades up and always behaved, yet he had his beloved Uncle Ben taken from him. He always held responsibility with his power, but he still couldn't help Aunt May with the piling bills.

Things were different: Peter was finally getting repaid for his debt to society. Finally, instead of failing and screwing everything up, he had finally made the right move. This feeling alone was enough to feel him with a sense of pride he was greatly unfamilar with. His chest felt a warm pressure that he simply could not shake.

Pete sat there; the feeling of shock overcoming him most of all.

"I mean, this can't be real can it? But.. but it is! Just look at her... She's staring at me.. Oh jeez, she's actually tearing up over this... There's no way just saying that would cause her to cry like that... Unless she really meant it. She loves me... Gwendolyn Stacy really loves me... She loves me.. Oh my lord, she loves me...!

He let out a stupid toothy grin, only the kind he could make. Peter cupped her face, leaning it up close to his. Gently, the boy left little kisses on her cheeks that wiped the tears away. He instinctively pressed his head against hers, the grin shining as bright as the sun's rays.


"W-why are you crying..? I love you too ya know...

Peter sat in the threshold of the wonderful golden beauty. He stroked her rosy cheeks as they warmed to his touch. The very notion made him chuckle slightly. What a sight it was... Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy enwrapped in each others' grasps. An enchanting sight that even the most evil of creatures could take a pause at. The universe had guided them here; a very strange and bumpy road with twists, turns, and curves. For four months, the two danced around each other, touching but just barely. It was if they were connected at the fingertips, but no more than that. A barrier of friendship and a silly forbidden line kept them at arms length(although they often held each other).

That silly line inbetween them was far gone by now. The two star crossed lovers had stomped and slammed it until it was a thing of the past, buried and eviscerated. It was quite evident as she sat, shifting perfectly into his lap as he set with his legs like a pretzel; her's hooked around him. Peter couldn't help but engulf her tiny waist with his slim yet solid arms. It was instinctive to bury his nose into the nap of her neck and snuggle. The boy was so infatuated with her very sweet scent and the way she tilted onto him. He returned to his original urges and left little kisses down her shoulder to let her know that his love was adoring and protective. Pete's face tilted upward, pecking her on the chin before leveling his face with hers. He could only let a sly grin, one that was mischievous, yet oddly attractive.

”So... Are you... My girlfriend now...Miss Stacy?” Peter cooed, taunting her with authority while in the most revolutionary position she'd ever been involved with in her entire life. The gesture seemed to make him crack up, but in a quiet chuckle to avoid waking the beast of a father Gwen had. The boy couldn't help but beg her once more on her bottom lip with a gentle, but swift kiss. It was full of care, but a bit of tease all at once. It spoke to her with the love of her taste, but it was up to her to confirm the fact.

He stared at her longingly for a moment.

Say yes... Please say yes Gwen... It's all I've ever wanted was to be yours...!

Peter smirked as his head lowered in a poor attempt to hide his rosy cheeks. He instead flopped backwards onto the bed, laying down with a flop. The boy cringed and gritted his teeth for a moment having completely forgotten the wound on his back. It stung, but only for a second or two. His face quickly unfolded from its cringing pain and relaxed once more. He sighed, releasing the last bit of stinging anguish as he brought Gwen gently down over him. Pete made sure that she was comfortable in every way as he engulfed her with his arms once more. His forearms rested on her shoulder blades as he looked down to her, a certain pride in his heart of being able to call Gwendolyn Stacy his beloved.

”So-uh.. W-what now...?” Peter stammered, returning to the state of which he met Gwen. His smooth approaches could only last so long. He knew it as well as anyone. Pete was just glad that his random appearance of suave stayed long enough to convince Gwen of his worth. His embarrassed gaze jerked away from her, his hazel orbs finding more solace with the pale white ceiling instead of her enticing olives. It was all so... overwhelming.

Yeah sure, I got THIS far... But what now? There is NO way I'm gonna be able to keep this up.. I mean, this is Gwen Stacy we are talking about! The most beautiful girl in Midtown History! Then there's me, Peter Parker, the guy whom is just .. kinda... there. When I am noticed, its because I am standing up for some poor kid, then faking being weak as I am beat up for it. I just... fade into the background while Gwen is the sun that all life revolves around. How could a dark corner ever provide for a bright sun?

Peter truly did not know the answer. All he knew as that he certainly was going to try his best to make it happen. There was no way he was going to let Gwen slip through his fingers. The girl of his dreams had chosen him and his heart was wild with excitement. However, he'd have to exercise the utmost care to be able to keep her. Pete had erased the line between their feelings, but had created an entire new line that scared him far more than the last. This new line, they both stood upon in unison. However, he feared that the slightest mistake could make her step away from the line, away from him. He thought that making Gwen his would be the hardest challenge of his life. The boy now knew that that was a far easier task than he had previously made it out to be. The real problem would be keeping his angel by his side through all of the hells of being both Peter and Spider-Man.

He had hoped he was good enough to keep her safe and happy.
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