Written for grace—faraday on Tumblr. She asked for this a while ago through a meme. Her prompt: Join Me. This is a small drabble about fears, facing them, and finding sanctuaries. Enjoy. And be kind.

Characters: Peter/Gwen.

Warnings: None? Slight spoilers for the movie, The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) - I guess it takes place between "your parents aren't going to see you leaving" and the deleted kissing scene.

"It's just, uh, I'm sort of…heights aren't really my thing."

Peter has to laugh, grabbing Gwen's hand and pressing it against his cheek. Smiling. "You, Gwen Stacy, who works in one of the tallest buildings in the city…afraid of heights."

Gwen snorts. "They don't ask me to swing between the towers, believe it or not."

"Now, Miss First-In-Her-Class, where is your dedication to science?"

"Well, it's not so extreme that I let myself get bitten by spiders in labs..."

"You're avoiding the question."

"What question?"

Peter laughs again, then, and playfully rubs his temple in frustration. "Will you join me, tonight, flying through this magnificent city of ours, if I promise to have you back before anyone notices you missing?"

"What if you drop me?"

"I have super human strength!"

"You broke your entire bathroom when you first learnt your powers."

Eye roll. "Why did I tell you that story?"

"Because you trust me, Peter Parker."

"I do. And you should trust me."

Gwen sighs. Well, he has her there. It has to be mutual. And she does trust him. It's weird, how one person can open up to you and you suddenly feel your own soul ready, willing, desperate to share your own secrets, the deepest darkest feelings you'd buried away long ago. "I do trust you."

Peter smirks, satisfied, turns towards her window and reaches to help her up. "Ready to see New York like never before?"

"I sure hope so." Gwen sighs again, but it's teasing, mostly (okay, so she's still so nervous she can't calm her trembling hands), and she eases into his embrace and buries her face against his shoulder as they swoop throughout the city, lights below flickering and reflecting lives of people who will never know sights like these.

When they stop, find themselves on the roof of a tower she can't identify and the breeze is blowing her hair all over her face, Gwen lets herself exhale – not realizing she had been holding her breath.

"It's so beautiful." Gwen whispers, staring out at the scenery before. Through the wind and sheer height of the building, the hustle and bustle below is somehow muffled, and she can't help but marvel at how they've found their own little sanctuary in one of the busiest cities in the world.

They kiss.