Gwen waited. Vigilantly.
Peter had been out of school that day, she heard rumors, started by his neighbor Mary Jane Watson, that an ambulance had been at the house that morning. Gwen had immediately called his cell, and met great relief when he picked it up. He apparently had gotten into a scuffle bad enough to put him (and two Avengers) out of commission for a couple days. His Aunt May hadn't allowed him enough time on the phone to tell her what exactly had happened, but she got the gist.
She knew her Peter though, he wouldn't be down for long, and considering the day, he physically would not be able to resist coming to see her.
A little smile played across her lips. She couldn't be prouder of anybody but him. He saved hundreds of lives all the time, then managed to make room for his relationship. That was nothing short of respectable.
There was the quietest of thuds outside her window, and the little smile on Gwen's lips turned into a childish grin.
Silently, Peter fumbled with the window a moment, and slid through it. He wasn't as stealthy as normal, and Gwen figured that was due to whatever injury he suffered from.
"Psst," she whispered.
"Psst," he whispered back. He sat down on her bed, and Gwen came out from underneath her thick blankets to give him a kiss.
He put a single rose in her fingers, and a bag of white chocolate chip cookies on her lap.
"Happy Valentine's day."