A/N: Hello! I thank you for taking the time to ready my story, it means a lot to me!

I'm going to have to ask you to read this entire thing through, there's a certain point in the story you may just want to leave during, but trust me, at the end you'll be happy if you continued reading. Or you'll be super ticked off. Either one. :)

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own TASM. If I did, TASM 2 would have ended differently, and Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man would be in The Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Please enjoy the story!

I wouldn't have much time to pull this off. Gwen's survival depended on me. Shooting a web would catch her, but if I was a second too late, the elasticity of the webbing combined with her current acceleration would cause her to hit the ground before stopping.

I would have to grab hold of her and then hope I could somehow slow our fall by hooking onto something. Maybe shooting as many webs as possible, hopefully slowing us down enough to avoid death.

I dove after her, desperately trying to get to her, using every method of increasing speed I'd learned over the past year of being Spider-man.

The universe was pulling some cruel joke on me. I saw Captain Stacy almost every time I was with her, constantly reminding me that if I didn't stay away from her, she would die. Now, his warning was becoming reality. She was about to die, and it was all my fault. I should have tried to help Harry earlier; none of this would have happened if I had just helped him. Or maybe I should have told her to stay inside until I told her it was safe to come out again. Harry wouldn't have seen her, and then he wouldn't have figured out I was Spider-man.

I shook myself out of the thought. I needed to focus on the task at hand: saving Gwen.

I reached my hand out, hoping to catch her. I pulled her to me, and then shot webs at the passing gears and walls of the clock tower.

I could hear loud bangs as some of the cables ripped gears out of their places in the clock. We had hardly slowed down at all and another reality hit me. There was no way we would stop in time.

Time slowed down as our demise seemed to be coming nearer and nearer with every passing second.

I looked into her light green eyes. They were wide with fear and sadness, but she was still as beautiful as always.

My mask had fallen off at some point in our descent, but it didn't matter. All I cared about was Gwen.

"I love you." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"I love you, too."

I pulled her into an even tighter embrace. And as the ground came rushing toward us-

-Transition-

May Parker slowly walked towards the church, along with the many other people coming to the service.

All of their friends had shown up. Even that boy, Flash, that used to bully Peter in High School.

She looked at the message board outside of the church.

Funeral & Calling Hours at 4:00 PM.

She smiled sadly as she read this. It was much too beautiful a day for a funeral.

As she entered the church, she made her way to the front and sat next to Helen Stacy, Gwen's mother, and her three sons, Howard, Philip, and Simon.

Gwen's mother's face was puffy and red from the tears that were streaming down her face, shamelessly.

May had to admit, the only thing keeping her from doing the same was the practice she had with her late husband Ben Parker, and Peter's parents, Richard and Mary.

Everything went silent, and the service began.

-Transition-

The tears that May had been holding in an hour earlier had finally come out. She dabbed an already wet tissue at her eyes, in a failed attempt to dry them. Next to her, Helen's oldest son, Howard, was attempting to calm down his mother, so that they could actually hear what the preacher was saying.

May could hear sniffles around the room as the two people at the front spoke, one about Peter and the other Gwen, at the front of the church.

The preacher spoke again, but May wasn't paying any attention. She knew what was coming next.

One sentence. Just one sentence that would change everything in seconds. It's amazing how powerful and influential one sentence can be. One sentence has the power to make people sad, or happy, or angry.

And it was just one sentence that awoke her from her daze.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Thank you so much for reading this, it means a lot to me.

I will post how they survived in another chapter because I like how this ends with that sentence, and if I had anything else it would take away from the story.

I'd also like to say it's interesting to reread this listening to different songs. Track and Field's version of Running Up That Hill and the first minute of Call Your Name from the Attack on Titan soundtrack seemed to fit. In my opinion though, Running Up That Hill seemed to fit the most.

I'm sorry I'm going to be that naggy author, but please review! I really want to know what you people thought.

Please do not flame, but if you have advice, I will gladly take it.

Thanks again!

~AaX