The Return Home

Nearly three months had passed since the death of Gwen Stacy. Peter could remember the day as if it were yesterday; the loss, the pain, the anger. Peter was convinced he'd spend the rest of his life with her, only for the love of his life to be taken away from him in the blink of an eye.

Peter could still remember the shock on everyone's faces on that fatal night; the sobbing cries from her mother, the anger of her father, and the grief from her closest friends. The funeral took place only about a week or two later. Peter remained silent and distant from everyone during that period, but took the time to comfort those closest to Gwen. Peter couldn't even bring himself to make a speech at the funeral.

Peter's Aunt May, Mary-Jane and Dr. Curt Connors had organised a trip for Peter, hoping to take his mind off things knowing how important Gwen was to him. They told him that they were there for him, and that if he ever needed to talk to someone, they would be there to listen. Knowing that his aunt and friends had his best interest at heart, he reluctantly agreed to go. So here he was, staying on some greek island. People may think that being on a greek island may be paradise or whatever, but Peter honestly couldn't find the time to relax or enjoy the break, though he frequently went to bars wanting to drown down his sorrows.

So he was, on another hangover, hanging helplessly over his bed with nothing but his underwear on. His room looked like a dump. His hair was all messed up and he hadn't shaved at all during the time he'd been away, leaving stubble all over his face. Now he had a small beard. He had just woken up when he realised what the time was. He was due for the ferry any minute! In a rush, he carelessly tossed all of his belongings in his rather small suitcase, and put on the first pair of tracksuit pants and white T-shirt he could find. He didn't even bother showering. Shortly afterwards, he stormed out of the building he was staying at and had just reached the ferry in less than a minute before departure. "Good thing I have my spider-powers," Peter thought, but then he remembered the fatal night of Gwen's death, and in less than a second, was ungrateful for his powers.

He had finally reached the airport. The journey home seemed long, so Peter spent most of the trip sleeping. The plane had finally reached Morkum City and Peter tiredly left the plane. The city had been the same as the day he left; the busy streets, the same old hobos, the smell of crime. Peter then remembered all of the super-villains he had fought throughout the previous years, but then that thought was overtaken by Gwen's dea- "No," he thought, and pushed the thought aside.

Peter decided to pay his Aunt May a visit. His Aunt May lived in what Peter would call a "normal house in a normal suburbian street." Peter was always grateful for his Aunt May; her and Uncle Ben had taken care of him ever since his parents had died when he was a liitle boy. Now that Uncle Ben was gone, Peter had been the one looking after her. Although Peter now lived in his own apartment somewhere in the city, he regularly paid her visits. "Peter!" exclaimed Aunt May, and greeting her nephew with open arms. Peter always enjoyed his aunt's hugs.

"How have you been?" May asked?

"Alright" said Peter, casually.

"How was your holiday?" asked May.

"Er, Great" lied Peter through his teeth. In reality, Peter would describe the "holiday" as "one big hangover."

Peter stayed for a cup of tea, though the whole evening was mainly silent, with only the occasional "How's this" and "How's that."

After about an hour and a half at his Aunt May's, Peter left and headed for his apartment. It wasn't too far from his aunt's house, but was still a fair distance away. He had taken a cab(he was saving up money for either a car or a motorbike). Afterwards, he had found himself in the elevator on his way to his apartment. His apartment was on the twentieth something floor. Memories of Gwen had came flooding back as soon as he entered his apartment; there were plenty of photos of him and Gwen and even of Gwen herself. Peter went to his room and sat on his bed in silence...

OK, so first off, this is my first ever fanfic I've ever posted on this website. I decided to set my story in the fictional city of "Morkum" for a few reasons:

1. Because I'm from Australia and I am not too familiar about New York, so I didn't want to get anything wrong, vice versa

2. I thought it would be nice to have Spider-Man set in his own city

Anyway, in the next chapter you will find out what happened on the night of Gwen's death so please be patient. Hopefully, I'll post it soon.

MrAce531 :)