A/N: Hello there! This is my first fan fiction for the ASM comics and it's set between the 'Shed' and 'Grim Hunt' story arcs (which were both Amazing, by the way... Pun intended).
I guess this is kind of like a scene that happened earlier than this is set – you'll know what one when you read it – but this is my own; if not overly dramatic and somewhat vague take on what Pete may be feeling at this time. Also, I started writing this at 4 am and I'm now uploading it at 5, so it's far from my best work.
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And enjoy!

~ Temporal Abnormalities.


His ran his hand through his mop of brown hair; the other was holding a large bunch of brightly coloured flowers, tapping them nervously at his side.
"Uh... Hi."
Peter Parker let out a small chuckle at himself.
"I'm sorry, you of all people should know I'm no good at this sort of stuff. I guess now you know I'm more of a thwip, thwip! kinda' guy..." He dropped to the ground and crossed his legs, placing the flowers gently in front of himself.
"I guess I'm kind of in a slump at the moment." He began to fist at the lush, green grass.
"It just feels like the world's throwing everything it's got at me and I don't think I can take it. And after Billy Connors..."He took a long, shuddering breath.
"I should have been able to save him, I should have saved Uncle Ben and dammit I should have saved you!" Pete shot to an upright position and turned away, resting his hands against his head and closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry..." He uttered after a while.
"I tried, Gwendy. I really, really did. I should have known that... I just wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry."
He turned back and grabbed the flowers, getting on his knees and arranging the colourful array in the two holders by her headstone.
"As stupid as it sounds, I've been kind of worried about coming to see you. Seeing what happened with Aleski and Oksana has kind of made it fresh; like ripping open an old wound. Not that it stopped hurting... It never stops hurting." He let out a barking cough into both hands.
"Not feeling too flash, either. With my luck it's probably the damn swine flu..." He sat back and massaged his temples.
"I know this is stupid, but can you... Can you just gimme' a sign? Let me know that you're looking out for me? That I'm doing okay?" He looked up to the sky. "Anything?" He added desperately.
Suddenly, it started to rain lightly; the perfect shower.
Just light enough to dampen Pete's burning face and nowhere near heavy enough to leave him soaking.
A small smile graced his features. "I miss you."
He stood up and ran his hand softly across her headstone.
"Love you."