He sat there alone, quietly, his hands plainly intertwined themselves. His head, swimming with thoughts of how to say it. Could he bring himself to do it, could he disregard him like that and just "go with it"? Was life really that bad without her? That's the thing; It was, definitely, THAT bad without her.
Peter Benjamin Parker, spent his Sunday in his room. Doing what you ask? Thinking. Thats what. His eyes stinging and his neck strained. Staring at a picture of her on his computer at an odd angle all day was definitely good for him. After Captain Stacy's death wish, Peter had been avoiding his ex-girlfriend like the plague, and she did NOT take that well. The true guilt set in a few days after her fathers funeral, when Mary Jane Watson, long time acquaintance of both Gwen and Peter, came to Peter about hearing Gwen sobbing and whispering his name from a bathroom stall. Since then, Peter has found it increasingly hard to even look her in the eyes without nearly dying inside from the guilt.
Peter carefully opened the door from his room to the hallway, a skill that has now become habit to avoid breaking something...again. Due to his second identity as The Amazing Spider-Man, Peter Parker was immensely strong, which was not a good mix in a small house such as his one. Ever since the incident in his bathroom, he has been intensely careful about everything since.
"Aunt May! I'm off to bed!" He called from the top of the stairs.
"Okay Peter, sleep well." May replied quietly yet every syllable was heard clearly.
Peter closed the door to his room and flicked the switch by his computer he had recently installed to remotely lock his door and opened his closet, to the normal eye it looked like a closet with assorted jackets and boxes, but behind them lay a wood colored blind. Peter pulled it up, and retrieved the red and blue spandex suit which was his superhero alter ego's trademark. Slipping it on and quietly throwing himself out the window to his nightly patrol.
His web shooters shot web after web. Thwip! Thwip! The sound, Peter found it strangely soothing, soaring through the air at break neck speeds before throwing himself high into the air just to free fall a couple hundred feet before doing it all again. Most people would find it terrifying and crazy, but this boy, no, this boy found it soothing.
Peter/Spider-Man managed to unknowingly curl the corners of his mouth into a small smile as he felt the cool New York breeze pass through the small breathing holes in his mask.
"PLEASE NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! HELP!?" A scream cut through Spider-Man's peaceful joy ride or should I say "swing"? He shot a few cords of bio-cable in the direction of the scream before web-zipping to the nearest rooftop. He saw a burly man wearing what looked to be a stetson hat attempting to mug a small red headed teenage girl he recognized.
"M.J!?" Spidey whisper-shouted before stepping off the edge of the building and shooting a web at the edge of the building. The burly man seemed pretty hell bent on getting her handbag that he didn't notice The Amazing Spider-Man lower himself upside down behind him. He cleared his throat loudly to gain the man's attention. "Well howdy partner!" He quipped casually.
"Spider-Man!?" The man croaked nervously, after the whole ordeal with Dr. Connors, Spider-Man had become a New York hero, crime had decreased significantly since then.
"I hate to say this, but that really isn't your color partner." he remarked cockily in a over-exaggerated Texas accent before shooting a web at the mans face and pulling him into the ground and webbing his face to the asphalt. "Ma'am are you okay?" his whole demeanor changed from cheeky smart-ass to protective hero in an instant.
"Y-yes, I-I'm fine!" she stammered stepping towards him slightly. "T-that was amazing!"
Spider-Man nodded and shot a bio-cable at the roof. "Well Ma'am if you'll be fine from here on, I have to be going now." He was eager to get away before she recognized his voice.
"W-wait!" She called to him and ran over to where he was standing. "I don't feel safe enough to walk home. C-can you take me?" Spidey was conflicted, she was his friend and all, but what if she found out, but what if she got into more trouble letting her walk home on her own.
"Sure." Peter grimaced under his mask, what was he doing! He wrapped his arm around her waist and her around his neck before he took off. The red head let out a quick squeak as they sling-shotted into the air. She pointed her house out for him and he dropped her off at her gate. "Have a good night Miss."
"Wait! Spider-Man." Mary Jane took slow steps towards him. Peter was frozen in place. Panicking he quickly shot backwards.
"Well Ma'am I have a job to do, I best be going." Before she could reply he shot a bio-cable at the nearest building and web-zipped the Fuzz out of there.
His nightly patrol apart from a few muggings and a car theft in progress was relatively boring. He just decided to finish his patrol with a quick glance at a certain girls window and he'd be off home. To his surprise she was outside, Gwen Stacy was standing on the fire escape outside her bedroom window. 'Why isn't she asleep?' Peter thought to himself. 'Well looks like taking a peek tonight is off the list!' his face fell below his mask. Gwen watched him intently as he swung past pretending not to notice that he was outside her house too much.
He eventually made it back to Queens and zipped through his open window and crashed on his bed, too lazy to even change out of his suit. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day, he knew she was going to ask about his convenient swinging past her window. And it looks like Peter hasn't thought of an excuse yet.