First time on here, so naturally I have no idea how to do anything. This will be interesting.
I don't own The Amazing Spider-man or any of the characters in this fanfiction.
School was noisy as usual, full of loud teenagers going to class, and clanging the doors of their lockers shut, the scuffing of shoes on the cheap floor. One boy, however, was hanging back from the crowds, as he often did, and casting glances towards my back. Gwen knew it was Peter; he had been glancing at her from a distance ever since her father died. She wished he would just say something. She hadn't really talked to him since she went to his house after the funeral, and he had confirmed her suspicions that her dad made him promise to stay away from her. She couldn't believe he'd do that. The one guy in her life who made her feel special, or wanted, and her dad, in his last moments, had told him to keep away.
She missed her dad, don't get me wrong, she would still have moments when she wish he were there, or wonder what he would say to her at certain moments, but Peter is the one person who could understand. She needed him now more than ever, and though Gwen was angry with both him and her dad for treating her like a kid, not allowing her to make her own choices, she still wished Peter would walk up to her right now and wrap his arms around her, like he did that night he came to dinner with her family. She could remember that moment as clear as day, and it was that memory that kept her sane.
She closed her locker and went to class; she didn't look at Peter, who was still just watching her leave. She felt strange pretending he wasn't there, when he clearly wanted her to notice him. She didn't look back at all till she took her seat in English and fixed her eyes forward. The teacher began talking about the meanings behind literature, though I wasn't really listening.
Peter walked in then, looking sort of guilty. Gwen tried not to think about where he had just been.
"Mr. Parker, tardy again," said the teacher, annoyed that her lesson had been disrupted.
"Sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," said Peter, taking the seat behind Gwen.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," said the teacher. Then Peter leaned forward over his desk and whispered to Gwen.
"But those are the best kind," Gwen smiled.
Later that day, Gwen waited for Peter outside the school gates, and smiled when she saw him jog up to her, grinning. She tried to not look as pleased as she felt, though she had to smile when she caught his eye.
"Hey," he said, smiling a little less.
"Hi," said Gwen. There was a silence for a while, and then Peter scratched the back of his head and glanced around the emptying school grounds. "So, does this mean…" started Gwen, not really sure how to put her words together.
"Yes, well, I mean… if you want. Not that I'm saying… well, I just…" Peter stumbled over his words. Gwen tried to help him out.
"Just what?" she said. Their eyes connected then, and Peter looked almost serious.
"I'm sorry, for staying away from you… I wasn't there when you needed me, and… I want to make it up to you,"
"Peter, my father made you promise to stay away from me, you were just respecting his… last wishes," that last part was hard for her to say, Peter stepped a little closer to her, wanting to hold her again, but he was hesitant.
"How do you intend to make it up to me?" she said, brightening the mood.
"Well, I could start by walking you home?" he half said half asked.
"I think that'd be a good place to start," she said, smiling again.
"So, um…this way?" said Peter, motioning towards the general direction of Gwen's home.
"Yeah," they both started walking, in silence for a while, each teen lost in their own thoughts, occasionally glancing at each other and smiling.
"Would you… like to come for dinner, sometime?" said Peter gingerly. Gwen looked up at him.
"Uh sure, yeah, with you and Aunt May?" she said.
"Yeah, just us," Peter smiled at her boyishly. "Just don't let her feed you meat loaf," Gwen laughed a little.
"Really, that bad?" she said. Peter nodded with a chuckle, then the grin slowly slid from him face and he bowed his head, eyes suddenly lost in thought. "…Peter?" said Gwen softly. Peter shook his head, and looked back up at her after a pause. The grin returned.
"Hmm?" he raised his eyebrows.
"You alright?" said Gwen.
"Yeah, no I just um… yeah," Peter managed. They crossed another street, sub consciously twining their fingers together, Peter leading Gwen safely to the other side of the road. There was another long pause, Gwen looked up at Peter, thinking about that night he had come into her room through her bedroom window, bloody and bruised and tired. She wondered if that was what she was in for every night, but then, what did she expect? She was dating Spider-man, probably the most dangerous choice for a boyfriend any girl could make. She was certainly in way over her head, but in all honestly, she had never felt so alive.
"Are you going out tonight?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, but I'll call in on my way home, that is, if you want me to. I don't have to… I just thought –"
"Please," Gwen found herself blurting out. Peter stopped for a moment and looked at her, clutching her books closely to her body, her eyes wide.
"Sure, I'll call in," he said, smiling reassuringly. Gwen felt relieved, she didn't want to be the girlfriend who was constantly worrying all the time, but the way things were going she felt she might not be able to help it.
"Is that a promise?" she said.
"If you want it to be," he said teasingly. She thwacked her booked against his arm playfully, Peter laughed, Gwen suppressed laughter.
"I'm serious," she smiled, walking on down the street. Peter straightened and followed suit.
"Of course, yeah, but I already have one woman waiting up for me every night, seriously I don't want another to lose sleep over me," he sounded like he'd had this conversation one too many times.
"You really don't have a choice in the matter," said Gwen, amused by the change in Peter's tone. "You should know that if you want to run around in a skin tight red and blue suit there are those who actually realise that sooner or later the laws of physics will catch up with you," Peter sighed. They stopped outside a tall building that was where Gwen lived. Peter felt a little uneasy as the door man watched him and Gwen. He was a big, well-built man, he looked six foot five at least, and he never showed any emotion on his face, and Peter was pretty sure that – despite having superpowers – this man could lift him up and snap him like a twig. Gwen noticed Peter's unease, and she laughed, putting a hand to his cheek. "I'll see you later," she said. "Don't worry, I won't let the door man hurt you," she teased. Peter smiled, and Gwen craned her neck to swiftly kiss Peter's lips. Then she turned to walk into the lobby, and then out of sight. Peter felt as light as a feather on his way home.