*I do not own anyone.. sadly. But that's a MARVEL masterpiece.
People will say I'm a monster for what I've done. And maybe they're right. I always thought I'd have more time. But everyday I wake up knowing that how many lives I save, no matter how many people call me a hero, someone even more dangerous could change everything.
My uncle Ben always told me that secrets come at a cost, and only now is at that I believe him. Gwen is leaving to Oxford, and I didn't get to say goodbye. At least I left a message. I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping that the message would get through. I drive myself mad with sanity itself at night to make me believe that she will come back.
-TASM-
*Gwen's POV*
Love is a crazy thing. It's like a rollercoaster of emotions and that's all I'm gonna say. But loving Peter Parker is different. And now I'm leaving to some brainiac collage for school driven kids like me.
I was ecstatic at the time, packing my bags and rushing to the airport. Where does that leave me?
-TASM-
The taxi suddenly lurched forward, pulling me out from my nap.
"What the hell?!" The driver spat, clearly pissed as the traffic came to a jam. Cars started honking and confusion was chasing people up the walls. I nodded to the angry driver and climbed out of the taxi. The sight blew me off of my feet. Peter had webbed the words 'I love you' into the Brooklyn bridge, which I'm pretty sure is vandalism but I didn't care.
I saw a blur of red and blue as a hand wrapped around my waist as I felt the ground lift up from my foot's kiss. I put my arms around Peter's neck as he webbed the bridge's toppler and we landed there.
"Did you get my message?" Peter asked as he yanked off his mask.
"What message?"
"I'll tell you what it says: I love you. And Gwen, you are wrong."
"Wrong about what?" I demanded, not likening the idea of being rong.
"Wrong about our different paths. There is a million reasons why. We all gotta make a choice, yeah, and this is mine. So here is my thoughts: I'm just gonna fallow you around for the rest of my life, until I'm to old to move. I mean, they got crime in England."
"Tons." I confirmed, letting a smile dance onto my lips.
"Oh yeah? Well they still haven't caught Jack the Ripper. You know what? I just dubbed a new title: 'Spidey tries hard to find Jack the Ripper'." Peter chuckled and puffed out his chest in triumph.
I beamed. "Let me go cancel my flight."
Hey guys! Sorry for such a late update, but had a smudge of writer's block. Also, a thanks so Valia and Egg man for the ideas3 This is for you guys=)
Happy Thanksgiving!
(R&R! I will post another chapter real soon!)