Author's note – Hi there once again. I am so very sorry that it has been so long since I last updated it. Any way this is the recent update for my story. And I really hope you like it.
And yes, here you get an in depth knowledge about Gwen more primal like powers and strengths. Not being in control of her powers make her so weirdly strong that Peter acknowledges in this chapter and Gwen realises what could have actually gone if she had really continued to fight to MJ.
Oh no. Seems that I am writing out the plot to you guys. Any way. Enjoy.
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MJ changed her stance.
Her right foot moved forward ash her right shoulder faced her.
Her fists balled up. MJ could feel the heat, her tunic straining against the sudden flex of her muscles and the tension in her muscles made her strong. She was going to be ready for her. She would not hold back.
"When did she really get this cheeky? Does she really think that she is the boss around here? I will be a judge of that. Just wait and see. I will see right through that mask that you have on you"
MJ looked at her as she took a step towards her.
That was when she felt her face slowly muse unto a sudden realisation.
Suddenly she felt so weak.
MJ dropped on her knees.
Her legs felt so heavy, for reasons unknown.
It seemed to her that the nerves all over her body were coiling around, making knots that felt like they were being torn away, twisted in the weirdest way ever possible. It was like someone was bending them, forcing them against her own will.
MJ fell down on the concrete floor below her as her body groaned and withered.
Those groans quickly turned into screams of agony, no matter how hard she tried to keep herself calm.
Her body was tearing apart. It no longer heeded her.
Every finger of her body twisted and bent, trying to move over one another, like someone had complete control over her, like someone was deliberately trying to harm her.
MJ looked at Gwen as she stood there frozen and horrified, like a sudden realisation that had struck her like lightening.
She could not stand as well.
"Was it effecting her? Did she feel the same pain that I am feeling right now? If yes, then why isn't she screaming? Why?"
All these thoughts that were going on in her head wasn't a big concern for her, right now.
She was already trying her best to untangle and unhinge herself from the painful, stupefying mess that she was in, trying every possible way to bend and relieve her extremely strained nerve endings.
Good for her for she was nimble, she could bend around in the most awkward angle possible, desperately just to find the right amount of angle to help herself fight the pain that she was in.
She felt torture in its most vicious form as she witnessed the horrors of her torturer through her mind's eye.
Continuous subjugation of the same type of pain on her made her slowly adapt to the effect that it has on her body.
She had even forgotten to breathe for a moment.
So she quickly inhaled, gasped for breath as she took in long sharp fresh oxygenated air form the air.
Nothing felt so liberalizing to her, the way the fresh air filled up her lungs.
It felt like she had been trapped there for all eternity, submerged under water for so long that she could barely count.
It literally felt like she was being purged out, from all of her sins.
She felt good but still, her mind was in a constant state of alertness, because she knew that one small fleeting split second of losing concentration, pain would shoot up her entire body like burning acid that she wanted to avoid at all costs. Because she was still trapped in that insane twisted position without any means of freeing herself.
She looked at Gwen, who still sat in the same trance that had been when she fell down on her knees.
Her eyes looked pleading, all teary, like she was sorry for something that she had not done.
But this time, for whatever the reason it may have been, she looked genuinely sorry apologising from her heart.
MJ could make that out at least that, as her judgement remained somewhat untouched, still intact away from the wanton infliction that her body was going through.
Gwen looked at her as she slowly got up, she looked scared, like she was experiencing shock, the first time when everything hurts like crazy.
Gwen began to scream. Gwen herself was in pain, MJ could tell that.
"Gwen.."
MJ had just began of thinking of something to say to her when she felt her eyes ready to bulge out once again.
Again the same pain.
It was much more excruciating this time.
MJ screamed as well.
She could not handle it any more.
She wanted it to end desperately as soon as possible.
MJ closed her eyes as she huffed and puffed, trying to ease her pain.
Gwen's POV
Gwen fell on to her knees as she felt her consciousness expand and probe into almost everything.
Walls, the ground below, Mary Jane too.
And especially Mary Jane's, she could hear the screams, like the pain that she felt as MJ twisted and contorted as her consciousness infiltrated her mind palace.
She didn't want this to happen, but anyway this happened and it was well beyond her to stop the probing that broke down her defences down, like a stone tearing through the layers of a puddle of water.
The only way was to run out of there.
She could not risk it.
She felt her pain, like it was her pain.
The pain that MJ had to endure in past few days, the scars that were still in the process of healing. She was still not well and there she was, destroying MJ's mending body, unknowingly into a thousand pieces.
It would sure scare her shitless for sure.
Gwen turned around, she leapt and bound.
She was so sad, tears streamed down her face. She could find MJ stare burning her back, almost threatening her not to leave. She was more scared of doing her harm without her knowledge, which she really didn't appreciate at all.
That this fight was far from over.
She was still angry at her and now more at her inability to stand up to her and face her, the rookie that she was.
That was still true.
Gwen had no real experience with all these gifts and strengths and the first person she decides to go against is the hot headed MJ.
And this was not good.
Not good at all.
Gwen swung as fast as she could, trying to keep herself far away from the ground. Because she knew of the gasps and freaky looks that New Yorkers would give her and this was not what she wanted her first image to be.
She had to find a way from them because she knew that it was absolute for them to freak out on her.
She had to go down slow among them. And on top of that, the issue with MJ was another matter that had to take off. But certainly not now.
MJ was still hurting her or else she would have stayed and maybe even tried to fight with her.
She didn't have a grasp of her strength but she realised that it had to do something with mental link that all the three of them probably shared right now.
She ran to the only place she knew she could be safe.
Because there was no place like home.
Home is such a place that could never be changed and altered by any change in time, fate or reality. She knew that home would forever welcome her and it would never ever judge her, for any wring that she might have committed or will committed in the future. It would readily accept her, just the way she was and forever will be.
The feeling of being in home can never be replaced and become surrounded by the people, your family is one of the most comforting things that could never be replaced.
She crept up to her room, quickly stashed her costume in a place that only she had access to.
She had to wait.
Now is not time. Thought Gwen as she found her bed.
She lay down, looked at the expressionless walls in front of her.
How come she put MJ in pain?
She pondered for a bit, but she didn't want to do that. In fact she wanted to help her, seeing her in a pitiable state.
But it was good in one way.
She didn't have to fight MJ, although god knows why she was withering so badly.
Was all of this still related? The mental link that she supposedly seemed to have with her unknowingly, however painful it might have been to MJ.
It had to be, because she couldn't ever find any viable conclusion.
She never intended to fight her first of all but a part of her always wanted to know what it would be to fight her. And more importantly what would be result of their fight.
It was just pointless, most of it was just built on spite.
She knew that she would never hold back on her as now they had that same urge, both of them were fighting for one person only and that was Peter.
She could sense that hunger inside her, lately her protectiveness towards Peter, the way MJ felt about Peter, it was somewhat similar to being heart-warming and she didn't like that for some reason.
But anyway, she had this sense inside her that she would win. And that sense urging her to let it take it take over her. A feeling that she wanted to taste so badly. A win.
Well a humiliating defeat it would be, that wouldn't have to struggle much.
Just like a thousand harmonies, it would sound to her.
But she was glad that it didn't happen.
God knows where that would have escalated.
She turned and tossed around.
Gwen could feel it.
That feeling, when the people were shooing and booing at her, those scared looks that they gave her.
She felt it.
Just the way Peter felt.
The same way. She knew that it was hard for him.
Now she knew that. The way he had to start all over to win their hearts, by looking out for them, even though they continuously hooted her.
But Peter on the other hand, could handle all of that.
It was again him once again.
There were some things that Peter would always surpass the girls. Because it was all his legacy that being passed down.
He was after all the original.
The original spider.
Some traits in him were so very specific that Gwen knew that she would never have.
The spectacular, the amazing and the ultimate.
The friendly neighbourhood spiderman.
But she had to wait on for now, she had to learn what other strengths she has got left in her apart from the obvious things that she can do.
She still had a lot to learn and she was ready to push herself to her limit, to understand the depth of her strength.
Peter's POV
Peter was swinging around.
If it would not have been the cool autumn air that was calming him, he felt like his face was ready to melt off his facial bones.
Gwen did something that he never thought she would and then there was MJ.
Both of them was really proving him to be more of a handful.
Did he really say something to piss her off that bad that she actually took of flying without saying a word to him?
He had to understand and most of all he had to know, if he had done anything wrong.
All he did was profess his love for Gwen.
And for some reason, he knew that it had to something about her.
In fact sometimes Peter could feel the bond inside his mind, elongate itself turning making it very hard to figure out MJ. Sometimes it become so hard that for him that their mental link simply snapped at times, like a thread.
That tethered thread that was slowly winding and turning into a long complex maze.
Was he getting emotionally attached to her?
He did not know that or maybe he knew but too scare to admit.
So was that it?
He had to see both of them.
He could do that.
Peter liked both of them but only that his in ability to judge the better of the two off them left him with a giant question mark on his head ...
Yeah. Okay he was sure now.
He would do it right now.
First he would go and meet Gwen and then with MJ.
He had to make this right and he would do it right now, more than ever, his need filled with conviction.
But first, he knew that he had to make up for the lost time that he spent doing missions and being away from her every time he promises her that he would be with him.
She was his girlfriend, for Christ's sake. And he had to make her feel like it.
He would make up for the lost time, maybe even try to come up with something new.
Something avant garde wouldn't hurt at all.
Maybe he could surprise her.
Maybe pack some pizza on the way. The one that she liked, the one with jalapenos, meat and cheese over it.
Yeah that would be good.
Peter rushed down the nearest Domino's Pizza.
True it was all awkward for the masked red and blue vigilante inn tights to wait and order like just the rest.
It was a bit uncomfortable for him too.
Few of them even took snaps of him, even selfies with him.
It was awkward, but the people, they were genuine, like they really cared for him, saw the hero that he was not the nuisance that Mr Jameson dubbed him to be.
He ordered two extra large ones, with extra cheese and an extra layer of topping just in case.
Although it was not a policy for them to put extra pizza topping, but after all it was their friendly neighbourhood Spiderman right?
Who wouldn't make an exception for him?
He just paid the right amount, and even some extra tip.
Well that was the last of his pocket money but still it was worth it.
Peter shoved the pizzas carefully, webbed it up, so as to avoid its spilling inside as he took off to Gwen's place.
He peeped in through the window near the fire escape and found her lying down on her bed.
Her eyes were already wide open.
He just thought of surprising her.
He pried open her window as carefully as he could that even a mouse would remain undisturbed.
Just as he tried to put a step inside her bedroom Gwen quietly turned around and looked at him and smiled. The warmest one that he last saw on her.
And Peter just simply freaked out. This wasn't the reaction he was just expecting from her.
"Hey, how long have you known that I was just outside here?" Peter clambered to her bedroom, without any attempt to musk the sound that he was trying to make.
"Peter I could hear you a mile away. You were just so loud." Gwen chuckled as she saw his bewildered face as he pulled his mask away.
"And yeah I see you have got yourself some pizzas and lucky me. I am hungry as hell."
Peter quickly pulled out the pizza boxes and placed on her bed.
They opened up and devoured on the pieces ravenously.
"Peter this is so good. I just can't remember the last time I had something unhealthy and good like this."
Peter looked at her. She looked sad, like something was bothering her.
"What is it Gwen? You know that you can tell me right?"
Peter dropped the half eaten pizza back inside the box and looked at her.
She was scared, Peter could see that.
"Peter, I …. I don't know. I think I have tell you something."
Peter waited patiently for her to open up.
He knew that this was going to be difficult, the first time when he got his powers, everything was so different back then, with no one to confide to, Peter would have gone mad.
And Gwen wouldn't have to go through all of that. He would be there for her just like he had done for MJ.
Speaking of MJ he had to go and see her too. But not now. Gwen was his main concern now. He won't run away from her now. He would give all his time, the only thing that he was lacking and now with everything settled he would be there for her.
"Peter, I am so sorry."
Gwen broke down. Like literally, she grew dangerously quiet. A kind of quietness that Peter had never seen in her.
He looked at her a bit scared now.
Seeing her so vulnerable made Peter want to wrap his arms around her protectively.
He didn't fight it. He responded to his basic primal urge to protect the one girl, the girl on whom he fell so hard, and the girl that he had once sworn to protect no matter what.
He slowly crawled near to her and took her in his arms. Like a cocoon, trying to protect her from the outside world, the vulnerability that she felt.
Peter felt that need in him, rise. The need to be there with her in every step.
He would help her. Like her scars, yearning for his tender caress.
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MJ POV
It was a clear morning and Peter had already taken off. She knew because she could no longer feel him nearby. That vacantness was too prominent in her head, like it was something being forced from her beyond her wish.
She didn't need anyone to tell her it was he had already gone to meet Gwen. Like he wanted to make up to her.
Sometimes she found it so difficult to figure him out.
She had already laid hints out for him to pick up. Peter knew what she wanted; MJ knew that but still he chose to openly ignore her. It was almost like he didn't care about her.
No one is that dumb enough to not acknowledge the indirect suggestion that she kept throwing at him, the ones she was trying to throw into the mix, the ones that she wanted Peter so desperately to pick up.
At least he could have plainly said it to her face at the very least.
She banged her door shut, as she left her place, pacing her way to her school.
Aunt Watson, came up rushing hearing the banging of her door.
She quickly turned and looked around. Evidently, it was the banging that brought her rushing to the doorstep.
There wasn't anyone.
She half expected it to be Mary Jane, her sudden mood swings and all, raging teenage hormones and of course the way she had been behaving. Everything was so puzzling for her.
She couldn't control MJ, it was almost like she had never seen anyone to be so difficult.
It was more like she was the most difficult kid that she had ever come across.
The strong breeze that was blowing, pushed her back in her house, as she struggled a bit to maintain a grip on her footing.
"Probably the wind. Jesus, it almost gave me a heart attack."
Taking this to be her final assumption, she went inside, this time locking the door so that it would never bang the way it did now.
Mary Jane didn't look back, she ran and ran.
She webbed up her face she took off swinging and didn't even bother to suit up.
She gave a fuck to anyone else. Hell, she gave a fuck if anyone would ever figure out that it was her. The spider girl that always hung out with Spiderman.
She always thought the world to hold at least some surprise for her, but she was always proved wrong. Now it didn't really matter. She knew what she wanted.
She had this life of her own and for first time, she would never let anyone control her.
MJ was strong and she could kick ass.
And that was all she thought she needed to make an identity for herself.
She would no longer do it anyone else's way. It would be her way.
From now and ever after.
She just swung. She could see the people down below, trying their best to get a good view of her. But all they could make out was her red blazing flowing hair and that she was just a very young girl. There were sudden gasps of the people down below, some even tried to snap pictures of her but MJ made it a point to pull herself up and move in between the skyscrapers to avoid the flashing and snapping of the cameras' lens. Anyway the more she struggled, the more the people tried to get a good view of her.
MJ reached school well ahead of time. She could see her everyone pouring in.
Students and teachers alike, eager to get their days started, some had dull and mundane faces obviously not pleased to have come and spend the day in the school.
She jumped and leaped, till she found a convenient way to tear up the webbing that adorned her face.
Something inside of her till persuaded her, to keep her identity a secret just like the Peter does.
No matter how hard she tried to disobey him but his reason, his logic was absolute and flawless and she couldn't counter him, couldn't reject the way she felt, now their mental that they shared had grown so strong that she could not deny the obvious strength in him and that made her want to forgive him.
She could at least follow his principles.
At the very least it let her remain connected to him. She couldn't remain angry with him at all times, because it was not fair for him. She knew that she had to make peace with him.
MJ knew that his main allegiance lied with Gwen and the way he had first described her, the way he felt whenever she proved inside him, everything felt so intense.
Maybe it was just a side effect now hampering her big time. Maybe, she too wanted a taste of that same pure sincere relationship that Gwen was got from him.
It might be because she never had a serious boyfriend, ever.
It was almost like she could never be serious with them how she tried. Sooner or later she would find some flaw in them that usually results her dumping them.
It made her forget how really good a relationship could be if only it had been mutual.
It was the same with Harry Osborne as well.
Maybe a part of her wanted to date him but no.
As she had already felt, after that mutated blood of Peter's transmuted her senses, she felt she could never ever stay with him. Just like the way Peter had warned her of him about something that seems awfully wrong and that episode that Peter had, with his father, the curse of the Osborn family, it made her blood run cold that finally made her realize the monster that he was.
But still that emptiness at not being able to share, the way Peter did, with Gwen, it was unbearable to her. It was almost like being addicted to a long lost memory of normal relationship that they usually see everywhere, just like they were in- love enemies, like a fallen chemistry.
That was all she wanted but god just knows what was so wrong in her that she tried an attempt to make do the impossible. And for that she was mad at herself basically.
Anyway, now that she thought, it might have been part Peter's fault too.
And once again, she just couldn't believe that he was being so naïve, the way he was ignoring her. Like the thought itself it infected her. The more she thought about this, the madder she seemed to get. Or maybe, it was because, she wasn't used to being ignored upon by any guy and Peter being the first guy who openly rejected her. She just didn't seem to get this thought wrapped around her head.
She could have made him scream, maybe , now that she thought of it, she could have even made his mind suggestible to fact that he no longer loved Gwen and maybe even forcefully make him think that they had a thing or two going on with her all along.
She might have done that but that wouldn't be fair. Even if she did that, it would more of a forced affair, that would have no life it, like slaves getting on their knees, but she wasn't that empty and shallow.
She had her own identity but the only trouble she had was being addicted to that same memory dating Mr Nerdy pants that made her of go after him again and again.
She pulled her hair up in a neat bun and arranged it.
Let's do it MJ. You are the best and let's not forget to kick some ass.
So thinking she, crept out of the small tunnel where she altered her appearance a bit trying to make herself a bit presentable apart from the crazy unmanageable hair that the wind had just done it.
MJ pulled the straps of her bag close to her, looked headstrong, as she entered the building.
She greeted a few friends on her way as she made her way to her class.
She slumped down to the same old bench.
For once it felt good for her to be back on her class, exactly the way it was, the cracks on her wooden desk, the frail rough pen marks on her desk, some creative drawings here and there. Everything felt normal.
Now she had trigonometry.
She could pull through.
MJ was confident about it. She remembered most of the formulas and the processes for solving the general sums, another perk of being linked with the wall crawler,
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The entire say had passed. There wasn't a sight of Peter or Gwen. Both of them seemed to be missing.
Why do I have to care? Both of them were probably flunking their classes. Let them, I really don't care.
MJ was moved across several to students' corridor where all of them had lockers. She pulled out books for her history class.
As she carried her books across to her class, she could see a brown headed guy and a girl having long sewn golden hair, that looked vaguely familiar.
Could be Gwen and Peter. She thought.
She stood right there on her track. She wanted to ignore them.
She slowly turned around as she could feel Gwen's vision leering back at her with recognition, as she turned around quickly apparently looking for someone or something.
She wanted to run away.
The last thing she wanted now is the two of them coming after her just when she thought of doing the entire day so well, completely uneventful, especially without any prying in her head that Gwen just did the previous day.
She had deliberately closed off her head, completely blocking any means of contacting or even feeling her thoughts.
She could feel some probing here and there, like a blind man trying to grab on a specific item.
It was Peter.
She could recognise the nature of his mind, anywhere now. Maybe because of the countless hours the two spent inside each other's head.
It was funny in a way.
MJ turned and sprinted into the hallway. She could not stay there anymore.
Leaving them all far behind.
But just then, she could feel another presence but this presence seemed to be much more domineering than before.
She had felt this presence before.
It was familiar to which she could feel her anger growing, coupled with a bit of fear because she remembered very well whatever it was that followed after this feeling, it wasn't a bit pleasant at all, the first time when she encountered her.
Gwen.
She was trying to pin her down with her mind.
She took a few steps aback, trying to fight her way out of the dominating presence that she felt.
She could feel that presence, now stronger than ever before, like every step she took away from her, it became more and more vicious in its approach.
She had to move out quick.
She thought quickly.
She could try to get into her class quietly but she would be probably be thrown out for being so late.
Unfortunately she wasn't the valedictorian student like Peter or Gwen.
She like breaking rules and does that occasionally.
Maybe that was her signature.
Maybe she could do that instead of running around in this wild goose chase that she had absolutely no chance of winning.
It would be difficult on her part to concentrate with the constant probing inside her mind from those two but she would have to manage.
She would have pull off something that they would never expect from her.
That was her only trump card.
As she walked cautiously around the building till she saw the Chemistry lab beside her.
Maybe this was exactly what she needed.
She made her way quietly among the groups of student, slipped in some old lab coat and made her way through the crowd.
In the back of her mind, she could feel their presence inside her head growing stronger now.
She knew that this wasn't going to last that long.
She quietly slipped from the group and made her to the hoard of hazardous chemicals that were kept beside on a slab.
Seeing her there, students turned around to look at her but she didn't give a shit. She once looked back at them as most of them quickly scuttled back to their work place, minding their own business.
Because people knew enough to avoid a brawl with her by any means necessary because she was the gal who took down Flash Thompson. And there were people who were even scared of her to look at her directly in the eye.
MJ turned around once more and focussed on the slab. She saw what she needed – Sodium, Potassium, some concentrated sulphuric acid ought to the trick.
She pulled a small beaker from the nearby shelf.
Poured it half with concentrated sulphuric acid.
Sodium being soft she broke it off with the help of two pairs of tweezers.
She almost bent the tweezers in her attempt to break off a small piece but it let her get the job done.
She broke it off nice and easy into small granules and pulled out two large pieces.
She had to pull this nice and slow, meticulously planning every step.
She put a few smaller granules into the wet sink that started a spontaneous reaction with the moisture that lay at the bottom of the sink.
There were oohs and aahs everyone, seeing the sparks that danced there at the bottom of the sink.
The crowd of students got pulled away from the experiments that they were working on and all of them were frantic in making their exit.
Nice. Just the way I planned.
This drew in Peter and Gwen as expected and that was obvious.
She saw the two of them, make way as they heard all the commotion.
She put the remaining granules inside the borrowed lab coat's side pocket and quietly made her way out of the laboratory.
She ran.
MJ ran as fast as she could.
She knew that it wouldn't be enough to outsmart the two geniuses of their school.
Maybe they have figured it out already.
She would have to separate them.
She would have to draw them away from each other.
She took the two large chunks of sodium and put them at the corner of the room.
She opened her consciousness lightly as she could feel Peter's presence, still trying desperately to look for her.
She knew he meant well but she didn't want that.
And most of all she didn't like Gwen. Her consciousness felt more vicious like a snake.
God knows what would happen if she could get a control of her head once again.
She looked at concentrated sulphuric acid as she tried to aim it at the huge chunks of metal.
She let go of her breathe as she threw it at a random direction but just random enough so that it would make contact with the metal pieces.
True to her prediction it did.
As soon as it did, the explosion was loud almost equivalent to a small grenade.
Sparks flew off like crazy.
MJ tried to feel for Peter's mind.
She felt it as his conscience tried to look for hers too.
She could feel Gwen's consciousness too, random and wild, vicious like tentacles that would grab on to any tiny hint of her mind.
She looked around trying to found the source of the large explosion. The cry of the students who were nearby ran here and there.
All of them were scared, not understanding the cause or the reason behind the sudden explosion.
This is bound their job difficult. That will make them think twice before tracking me down. She thought.
Right then, she could feel Peter's mind coming down strongly on her.
But she was ready.
Mary Jane didn't hold back. She attacked his mind with equal strength.
She subdued him, like it was a piece for cake for her. It seemed to her that Peter hardly put any effort in his attempt.
It was like he wasn't expecting her to meet him in this way, or maybe more concerned about hurting her.
"Hey tiger. Long time."
"MJ, don't do this. We are just scared for you."
"Oh spare me the bull. I really don't care if you want me to believe you but I certainly don't like this and now that I have faced Gwen, you stay with her and the two of you just be happy. I just want to be involved in your stupid romantic nonsense."
"MJ, please don't do this." MJ could feel Peter cringe under her influence.
She felt bad for doing that to him again.
So she simply let him go.
She knew that he meant no harm but she would pass. She didn't need him.
Not now, not ever.
She wanted out.
She wanted to be her own.
She didn't need another shoulder to cry on.
She could feel Gwen's invading consciousness once again. She was going to be difficult she had to let his head go and run away from the school. She had had enough.
A part of her wanted to run to him.
Wanted to beat him for the emotional torture that he put her through.
Another part of her wanted to slap him.
But none of that would ever make her stop from thinking of him more than friends, more than the brotherly sisterly love and bond that they shared.
She wanted more. But she knew that it would never be possible.
MJ slowly quickly made her way out of her school along with the other students as she felt the two distinct minds fumble over each other, wrapping up each other, filled with care and a heartstring of emotion that made MJ want to sob.
She stopped herself. This wasn't her time.
Her time is yet to come.
Now she knew that more than ever.
It was in her best interest to make her leave him. Run away from him.
Cause she wasn't ready to go through that talk yet that she knew was inevitable.
She won't be able to do it.
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Gwen's POV
She looked at the place which just looked like a million firecrackers had exploded just right in front of her. The area was completely blacked, charred, the clear marble tiling had come loose from the cement bindings that held it together. And most importantly, it was still burning up, even now.
Fumes were everywhere, although they weren't that harmful but she could still make them out.
For a moment it made Gwen dizzy.
Drifting and mixing into the air as she looked around.
The amount of sodium had been so much that even now the reaction seemed to be unstoppable.
As it ate through the surrounding debris, sparks flying out.
Even more dangerously than ever.
She had to find a way to contain it.
The sodium chunk was large enough and was still reactive enough to tear through the entire building's foundation.
There were shocked faces everywhere. The entire place was still in a complete turmoil.
She thought.
Sodium. Comes after Potassium.
The second most reactive metal in the reactivity series. Potassium even reacts with open air. There was a reason why she didn't use potassium in the first place.
Sodium on the other hands needs water at least to start its reaction.
And if brought into contact with any concentrated acid, the rest will be blasphemous any way.
But there the amount of acid was still less, as most of it spilled all the way away from the sodium piece making a bit less reactive but still it wasn't okay to be left ignored.
It was still dangerous enough.
She needed kerosene.
The kerosene oil in which all the sodium and potassium pieces are usually doused to prevent its contact with the atmospheric moisture.
Only that might have been able to keep the piece in check.
And the only place to procure that oil was to go back to the chemistry lab.
She looked back.
She couldn't see Peter anywhere.
He might have probably already gone back to the lab.
As she just decided to head back, she found Peter right there lying down.
He was literally shaking.
He was sweaty all over.
It was almost like he was like his brain go fried or something, like a he was a victim of road kill but somehow, he managed to get himself to safety, in the nick of time. So shaken he was that, he could hardly move.
She quickly bent down towards him, with eyes full of concern.
Peter looked at her.
Gwen looked in his eyes.
They were all bloodshot, among the clear caramel brown eyes of his.
It was just so sick to look at him.
For a moment it looked like his skin had literally greyed.
Gwen opened her mind once again.
She usually kept it close, her inability to control her head, made her go whacko.
She cringed at the turmoil of everything that was going on around her.
The sudden shifting of desks and tables, the mass exodus.
Everything.
Every single detail.
Peter reached for her face.
He spoke up.
"Do what you have to do. I will be fine. There are people you have to protect"
He actually spoke to her without opening to his mouth.
It seemed just so fantastic to her that she just seemed to stop for a second to contemplate on everything that went around her.
Did they finally establish the connection that she was waiting for?
Just like the way MJ and Peter seemed to share.
It was just too magical.
And now of all moments.
She snapped out of her trance for a moment and looked at Peter's pained face once again.
"Yeah, am on it."
She made her way to the lab.
Good for her.
Everyone had already evacuated.
It would be much simpler for her now, without anyone there to question her.
She made her way to the restricted area where she found the most corrosive chemicals, all properly locked and stored, there was even a container that held potassium cyanide, one of the most potent poisons of all time.
She turned her head.
It just smelled too toxic.
She could almost feel the fumes burning up her trachea, if any one of them were ever to open to open up.
She took a huge container and poured in the inert oil that usual held the reactive metals in the store room and made her way out of the lab.
Oh right, I need a pair of tweezers, a lab coat, in case any thing ever falls on me.
She looked back. Before she could even react, a pair of her hands, just simply erupted from behind her, one of them shot a web line and pulled a pair of tweezers that lay on the table just in front of her and other hand pushed her forward as it made an attempt to grab at the old lab coat that hung at the hangers behind the door.
This scared her every time.
Every time, her hands erupted from behind her.
Still, she couldn't complain.
It made her life much easier.
She didn't even have to hold everything by her own two hands for that matter.
She had to make her way quickly to the place where the reaction was still happening.
She knew that she could still stop it and there was still time to waste.
Gwen leaped forth.
Allowed her senses to take control of her.
For the second time.
Those hands erupted out of her back.
One pair arranged the lab coat around her while the other held on the pair of tweezers.
Gwen herself held on the container that had the oil in it. And as for the other hand, it propelled her forward, at times it even webbed her forward with astounding speed.
It seemed to be second for her as her hands and consciousness did most of the work for her.
Peter had just woken up from his trance.
Colour was slowly flooding into his face.
He looked at Gwen.
He was shocked.
"Girl. You know that you only took a few seconds for you to get everything you need."
Peter looked like he was about to faint once again.
This came as another rude shock to him.
She was just too fast.
Gwen on the other hand leaped forward before he could fall down, supporting him on her shoulders before he fell down to his knees.
"No. Go on." Peter spoke to her with a bit of urgency.
Gwen nodded at him.
She moved forward.
She could see it.
The sparks, like a time bomb, ticked away, emitting large miniature explosions every now and then.
She had to be careful.
She had to be quick and bloody fast to get that thing inside the container.
She could do it.
She waited for the next periodic explosion to go up once again and this time, she was ready.
Gwen shot a web line and completely encased the reactive metal, and pulled it as fast as she could.
That metal, flew towards her, faster than she expected it too.
It was gonna blow up in her front of her face any moment now.
She quickly closed her eyes. She was scared.
For a moment she thought, she was a goner.
She opened her eyes out of curiosity, when she didn't hear anything, other than a soft plop that came in form something down below, she could hear the soft murmur of the container in her hands as the metal steadied itself.
She looked down below.
The sodium piece nestled there in the container, complete wrapped around a white soft sticky that seemed to disappear behind her, before it finally detached itself.
So that was what happened. She wasn't the one who pushed the metal straight into the container.
It was her hands that helped her out, again.
She slowly got up and looked back, to find the ever stunned Peter looking back at her.
Gwen blushed a little.
"Hey, Pete. Come on. You don't have to stare at me like that."
"But Gwen … I … Did you see what … what you just did back there?"
Peter looked at Gwen like he had seen a ghost, but in between that feeling, there was something in his eyes.
Like the feelings that Peter harboured for her, it had multiplied about hundred folds.
And this was the time when Gwen thought of opening her mind up to him.
To understand only him, what was going on inside that head of his.
Only to understand him.
So she opened it up, allowed herself to become one with him.
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Peter's POV
Peter was already struggling hard.
The state that MJ had left him, was too much for his mind actually.
He could only do so much.
He wanted to look after MJ as much as he wanted to do the same with Gwen.
But then he had witnessed something extraordinary in front of him.
The thing that Gwen had behind her.
Oh My God.
Peter was speechless.
He already knew about the mental psychic bond that Gwen had and those arms too, when he perused through MJ's head during their brief encounter.
The danger Gwen could become if she were ever to be provoked.
And there she was walking up slowly to him.
A questionable child-like smile on her face.
Peter again felt his head, being probed and but this time, it was somewhat gentle.
It was so much gentle like tasting sweet honey, it was smooth.
It was smooth and rich.
But with MJ every time it was like taking on swigs of Scotch, every time when it comes to that it had always been unpleasant with her, but the moment Gwen made contact with him, he felt like he had taken a dip in a hot spring, like all his sore brain muscles were caressed slowly and steadily.
Taking its own free time to continuously mend himself.
To just simply put it, it was being in a spa.
That was exactly how he felt.
Nothing could ever describe it better than that.
He walked up to her and hugged her.
And this he felt her.
Her hands, as they wrapped around his body.
Tight and snug. Warm like he was being smothered and he just liked the way his parents used to smother him. When he was kid. No that he actually remembered much of them but still parts of it, were like warm fuzzy sunshine.
He didn't know why.
But now it felt like he had never been so complete and satisfied.
And without even thinking of anything he opened up to her as she did too.
Their thoughts, their most private moments all joined into a single being.
A single entity, only with the two finest minds of all time.
She felt all of his at once and she didn't flinch.
She knew enough of him and she understood almost all of him better than anyone else, well of course after his aunt and as did Peter.
Peter knew Gwen too.
Her mother, her brothers and her deceased father that Peter fought so hard to protect.
And the bond that her family shared.
That pure and the strength of the bond.
The bond that puts all other things to shame.
Peter enjoyed being in her.
As she did in hers.
She could feel her, as she slowly browsed through his memories, the tough childhood that he had, the constant bullying throughout his life, the death of his parents, this uncle Ben and the time when he broke up with her, just as a means to protect himself and to keep her away from all the harm he could.
Every time, every moment was just so well defined.
It was like living through each and every moment time and again, but only this time it was just too well defined.
She could fell Gwen reach and peruse through the parts of his head where MJ and Peter shared those awkward moments.
And Peter didn't seem to flinch.
There was nothing more than the brotherly and sisterly affection that the two of them shared but somewhere deep inside he knew that she could see him thinking of her as something more but all of that outweighed by whatever he had in front of him.
And most importantly there was nothing there to hide.
But Peter knew that he had to look out for MJ. God knows where she would go.
She was dangerous in her own way and for that Peter was scared and also the fact that she could so easily control him.
It somewhat put him at stress but still he had to find a way to do it.
Right then his head seemed to fill with a soft tune and that made Peter close his eyes and he let his mind set adrift for a moment.
It was quiet and serene.
It was a drug to him.
He knew that this was the tune that he shared with Gwen at their first date.
It was the first time when he lulled her to sleep.
It all crept up to him like a warm summer evening, just warm and pleasant without a single thought to torture him again.
"Don't worry babe, I know how much you care for her. I will help you. I will help you look out for her."
Peter looked at her with eyes ever so complete and full of gratitude.
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So guys, as you can see that in this chapter I have stressed on more of her mental prowess here rather than her physical strengths.
Being totally new to her strengths and her lack of experience makes her more sceptical to fight MJ or Peter physically, especially when she can get it all done mentally and there is absolutely no need for her to struggle so much but still I assure you, there is pretty much more left in store for the three of them as they realise that they really have to stick through thick and thin together to make their ends meet, that I will be revealing in the next chapter, the threat that will slowly uncover.
The threat that will force them to combine their strengths that might leads to start of new relationships and heartbreaks.
And once again, I am very thankful to my reviewers who have provided me with ideas that helped me get through this chapter.
Hats off to you – Ravenmore45, kindleflame5, Winterrain36, Highlander348.
And off course, I will try to write intimate scenes with the two of them and with MJ too in due time.
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