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Ten

From where Peter was seated on the top of a building he could see the sun setting on the horizon behind all of the buildings. The skyline looked beautiful with the sun setting. Peter had the make-shift police scanner cell phone sitting beside him on his backpack while he played a ball breaking game on his cell phone. Two days had passed since the attack at Oscorp Tower. Construction crews were brought in to repair the damage done to the building thanks to Electro and Spider-Man. However, Oscorp hadn't shut down during the rebuild this time because many scientists had to continue their work or repair the damage done to their work by the power outage. The power surges since that night were relatively gone. There had only been one since that night in the middle of a random street not too far from Oscorp. He and Gwen figured he had probably recharged himself like people would recharge a cell phone battery when it's almost dead.

Peter already had his mask placed over his face just in case someone happened to look up and see him sitting on the edge of the building. He didn't want to chance anyone may have a way to see his face. Suddenly his game was interrupted by a phone call. Peter had placed a Bluetooth headset underneath his mask just in case someone called him. He looked at the screen seeing a picture of Gwen as well as her name scrolled across the screen. He smiled underneath his mask hitting the answer button on the headset.

"Hey," Peter said. "How's work?"

"Wonderful," Gwen answered sarcastically. "We're dealing with the fallout of the power outage. I never had any idea how many different things run on constant electricity. So, we've been cleaning up the mess all day. As well as watching several tests fail for a new formula we're developing."

"Bad day?" Peter asked.

"Could be worse," Gwen said. "I've had worse days. Anyway, I called because I think I found something in regards to our resident capacitor."

"Great," Peter said. "What'd you find?"

"I remembered something from the night of the gala." Gwen began. "Just before Electro destroyed the wall the man who had been sitting at our table, the one you rescued that night, and the one who had been staring at me: Maxwell Dillon. I looked him up in the Oscorp database when I had a moment to myself. He's worked here for years. When he was admitted to the hospital that night they couldn't find a single injury on him, he didn't have any kind of damage physically from what the doctors could tell. Now, Oscorp has a policy for big accidents like this one that all personal has to have several therapy sessions to be evaluated before they can return to work." Gwen explained carefully. "Maxwell should've been cleared already but he was given an extended leave of absence and was required to attend more sessions."

"Why?" Peter asked curiously. "And how did you find this out? And why are you looking up Maxwell Dillon? Was his staring freaking you out that much?"

"It's all written in his performance record in the Oscorp database. Every employee has one." Gwen answered. "He wasn't cleared because the doctor believed he wasn't mentally sound. I looked him up because I think he may be Electro. The timing fits. He disappeared into the bathroom practically shaking and freaking out. Electro blew through both the bathroom wall and the outside wall just beside where the bathroom was blown apart. Plus, Maxwell was the only member of the Oscorp faculty who wasn't accounted for after Electro attacked."

"Put two and two together." Peter nodded in understanding. "The timing fits. He disappeared the same time Electro appeared. Alright say this is Electro, how do we explain the attacks? Looking at both of them they seem rather random if you ask me. He attacked an elementary school and Oscorp. I doubt either of these have very much in common. What would an Oscorp employee have against an elementary school?"

"What does a giant lizard have against a high school?" Gwen countered. "To most people that attack has to make very little sense. But to us, it makes perfect sense because we know what he was looking for."

"So, you're saying we should look for what he could've wanted out either place?" Peter asked. He shook his head back and forth looking down at the street below him. "The only thing Oscorp and the elementary school in common is your last name. You and your brothers are the only connection I see between the two places but that doesn't make sense either. What would he want with the three of you?"

"I don't know," Gwen answered honestly. "He's a Spider-Man fan."

"What?" Peter asked, her comment catching him off guard.

"He's a Spider-Man fan." Gwen repeated. "Combine that with all of his strange comments about trying to help you and not understanding why you're trying to stop him and it further confuses everything. If he doesn't believe he's doing wrong by trying to kill people or attacking them what does he think he's doing? What's the point of it all? He's also been arrested."

"Arrested for what?" Peter asked curiously.

"He was protesting for Spider-Man when the protest ended up getting violent." Gwen answered. "He had been protesting with a few others when people who disliked Spider-Man jumped them. The police came to break it up and Maxwell resisted arrest claiming he had done nothing wrong because he had the freedom of assembly."

"That was broken the moment they got into a fight." Peter shook his head.

"Would've been different had he not swung at the people who jumped him." Gwen added. "Then the one who attacked them would've gotten in trouble. Ironically enough it was my father who arrested him too. It took place only a block away from the police station."

"What?" Peter said. "Your father arrested him."

"That's what it says in his file." Gwen said. "Why?"

"Think about it," Peter said. "Your father arrests him. Maxwell believes he has done nothing wrong as he had the right to peaceful assembly. If you look at from his point of view your father would be the bad guy even though he was just doing his job. If you keep going your father wanted Spider-Man off the streets more than anyone and issued the arrest warrant just to prove it. Again he probably see your father as the enemy. And your father never had the chance to the take the arrest warrant off of Spider-Man. The only common thread we've seen between Oscorp and the elementary school has been you and your brothers. What if he's doing all of this as some sick twisted version of justice? After all he keeps saying he's trying to help Spider-Man. What if he believes he's helping by making a point of Spider-Man's biggest nay-sayer's family?"

"What better way to get back at someone or to make a point than to kill his entire family?" Gwen asked sarcastically. "It would make sense. He went after my brother and then he went after me when he saw me at the computers. He hadn't been trying to stop me from shutting down the generator, he was just trying to kill, and destroying the computers stopping me was just a side benefit."

Peter looked down below him again at all the people there. He knew what it was like to feel power over someone else, to know you could hold someone's life in your hands, and he had almost abused his powers for revenge after his uncle died. But now, he couldn't even think about hurting someone with his powers. Not after everything he had gone through. He had seen the gratefulness from Jack's father when he returned his son to him unharmed that night on the bridge. He had seen the look of awe and happiness in Jack's. And he had realized that George Stacy had been right about him. He had been assaulting people in the dead of night hunting down a bunch of criminals who all the looked the same because he had a personal vendetta. That night he had changed his mind about what he was going to do with his powers.

Suddenly hunting down his uncle's killer seemed insignificant because he could do good with these abilities for everyone in New York. He knew he could stop the lizard one where or another. He could make sure someone else didn't lose their father or uncle or brother or sister. He could keep others from feeling the same pain he had gone through when he lost his uncle. Now, he knew if found his uncle's killer he wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill him because the man may have family somewhere. He may be a criminal and a murderer but he was still someone's son. He could be someone's brother or uncle or friend. Better he rot in jail then be completely lost to those people forever.

Of course, it seemed Maxwell Dillon doesn't have any sort of reservations when it came to whether or not to kill people because he could. Apparently, he wanted to make a point out of his girlfriend's family by putting them all six feet beneath the Earth with her father. It was then Peter realized both of them hadn't spoken in several minutes. He could still her Gwen on the other end of the phone though.

"Gwen?" Peter said softly. "Are you alright?"

"Wonderful," she said sardonically. "I just found out some crazed manic has a vendetta against my entire family because of my father. I feel we should both take a moment to realize the irony of the situation. He wanted you to stay away from me because you'd make enemies who'd want to kill me and it's his enemies who are the first to try."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you or anyone else in your family." Peter promised firmly. "I won't let him."

"Then we're going to need a way to stop him." Gwen took a deep breath. "We should get started on that."

Peter heard his scanner going off with a bank robbery in progress. He groaned tossing the scanner back into his backpack slinging it over his shoulder. He rose to his feet on the little ledge on the top of the building. He turned around to face the other side of the building.

"I'd love to but there's a bank robbery in progress." Peter explained.

"I'll get started on a solution, Bugboy." Gwen amended. He could almost hear her smiling over the phone. "I'll talk to you later."

Peter nodded saying goodbye as he ran to the end of the building jumping off. He yelled feeling the rush of adrenaline as he plummeted towards the Earth. He quickly shot a web at the building in front of him feeling his body being pulled forward into a swing as he passed over the city. He felt so at home doing crazy things like this. He also enjoyed knowing he was one of few people who got to enjoy New York this way. No one else got to see New York like this. It was thrilling.

Peter arrived home later that night to find his girlfriend waiting outside for him with none other than Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson. He cocked his head to the side curiously as he walked slowly into the next yard because the three of them were sitting on Mary Jane's porch together. Gwen smiled and waved to him as she saw him walking over. He smiled nervously wondering what on Earth was going on here.

"Hey there, Tiger." Mary Jane said as she saw him. "We thought you were going to be out all night."

"Hey man," Harry said with a smile. He leaned on the railing. "I came over to see if you were alright after what happened at Oscorp the other day. You disappeared on me."

"He tends to do that." Gwen teased.

"Ha," Peter laughed nervously. "How long have you been over here?"

"Long enough," Gwen teased.

"Perfect," Peter shook his head. "So, how much ammunition have you given my girlfriend to mock me with at a later date?"

Harry just shrugged a small devious smile plastered across his face. Peter turned to look at his girlfriend but she just smiled innocently as if she knew nothing but he knew that smile. There was something more behind it; she had something up her sleeve. Mary Jane just sat there looking rather amused; she didn't seem to be trying to hide anything from Peter. Peter shook his head watching over to the stairs to the porch so he could join them. He dropped his bag at the top of the stairs. He walked over to Gwen kissing her gently. Harry turned so he was leaning against the railing with his arms folded across his chest.

"Ah, well all joking aside I'm glad to know the both of you are alright after what happened at Oscorp." Harry shook his head. "My father's security was so terrified he was after my father or even me they rushed out right out of there into a limo and then made us swap limos driving around for hours to make sure no one was coming after us. It got tiresome after a while. No one even knows what that thing was. My father's got Oscorp all over it right now though."

"Yeah," Mary Jane said. "I heard about that when I got home from work on the news. They said it looked like a man. But my question is: how'd he get those powers?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out." Gwen said softly.

"Or what he was after," Harry pointed out. "First he attacks an elementary school and then he attacks Oscorp."

"Talk about random," Mary Jane agreed.

"Oh well," Harry shrugged. "Not my problem. That's for my father to figure out. Along with his Oscorp employees, this isn't my headache to deal with."

"Some things never change." Peter teased.

"I don't want my father's company." Harry shook his head. "Not that I have a choice or at least I don't have a choice once I graduate college. Until then I can do as I please. So, until my preordained future kicks in I'll do as I want. Anyone want to see a movie?"

"I'd love to," Mary Jane chuckled. "I haven't been able to see a movie in forever. Ironically enough. What's playing that's good?"

"No clue," Harry answered. "You two coming?"

Peter and Gwen shot each other a look before both of them shook their heads towards the other two. Harry eyed his best friend who shot him an innocent look.

"Nah, you guys go ahead." Peter shook his head.

"We'll go with you next time." Gwen promised. "Have fun. It was nice talking with both of you again. Thank you."

Mary Jane and Gwen hugged each other tightly as Harry jogged down the stairs over to his car parked on the street. Mary Jane followed asking Harry a few dozen questions about the engine in his car. Gwen waved goodbye to Harry as he turned back to her with a wink and a devious smile. Peter threw his girlfriend a questioning look but she just smiled walking down the stairs heading towards his porch. Peter shook his head before he jumped easily over the foot of space and railings separating the two porches from one another. After a moment he realized he had left his backpack on Mary Jane's porch. He waited until he saw Harry and Mary Jane were safely out of sight and glanced quickly around the street and at the surrounding houses. Peter turned flicking his wrist once to shot out a web at his backpack before he quickly retracted the web pulling his backpack to him just as Gwen got to the top of the stairs.

"That's cheating," Gwen teased. "Most people would have to go back to get that."

"I'm not most people." Peter retorted.

"True," Gwen nodded. "Most people don't run around in red and blue spandex protecting people he's never even met and most likely will never meet again. Most girlfriends don't constantly have to deal with patching their boyfriends when he shows up bleeding on their fire escape."

"Good point," Peter nodded. Peter slipped his arms around her waist pulling her tightly to him. "I'm extremely grateful for it, though."

Gwen shook her head as Peter grinned at her goofily. Gwen slid her own hands up his chest so she could wrap her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. He could feel how well she molded to his body as she slipped her arms around him leaning her chin on his shoulder. He could wrap his arms around her so tightly both of his forearms were flat against her back. He let his own chin rest on her shoulder letting his eyes slide closed. Here felt right. With her everything didn't seem so strange or so wrong or falling so completely apart on him. With her he didn't have to be anything but himself. He didn't have to be Spider-Man. He didn't have to be a hero. He could just be Peter Parker. He chuckled mentally, wishing he could always keep her locked in his arms because then he wouldn't have to worry about whether or not she was safe.

"Let's go inside," Peter felt her shiver. "It's cold out here."

Later on in the week Peter and Gwen were walking down the street together a few blocks away from where Peter lives. It was a nice Saturday afternoon and the two of them were discussing what their plans to get rid of Electro's powers. Peter had an arm wrapped around her waist while Gwen had her arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Here's a thought," Peter said suddenly. "How do we destroy or stop a capacitor from functioning anymore? After all, both of us agreed Electro is basically a giant capacitor. Maybe we should start by figuring out how to neutralize one so it can no longer store electricity."

"If we figure out how to do that, maybe we can replicate it on a bigger scale against Electro." Gwen nodded. "I'm a little rusty on my electric engineering though."

Both of them stopped when they heard a knocking on a window as the two of them were walking by almost as though someone was trying to get their attention. Both of them turned to find the source of the knocking and found Mary Jane waving at them with a smile. She had a rag in her hands as she had been clearly a table when she noticed them walking by. Peter and Gwen waved back at her for a moment before they went over to the door of the small diner together. Mary Jane waved cleaning off the table for another moment before she walked over to them with a small smile at her friends.

"Hey guys," Mary Jane smiled. "Hungry?"

"Sure," Gwen nodded. "I'm hungry and Peter's always hungry."

"Okay," she said as Peter nodded in confirmation. She chuckled softly motioning towards a table by the window. "Have seat over there. Menus are on the table and I'll be with the two of you in a moment to take your orders."

Peter and Gwen nodded taking the seat indicated by Mary Jane. Both of them pulled off their coats as they sat down together stuffing them into the seat beside them. Both of them pulled out the menus to decide what they wanted to eat. After just a few minutes Mary Jane walked back over with a pad and pen in her hand and a smile on her face.

"Hi," Mary Jane grinned. "I'm MJ and I'll be your server. What would you like to off with to drink today?"

"Very funny," Peter chuckled. "I'll have a Pepsi."

"Same here," Gwen said. "Oh, by the way how was the movie with Harry the other night? I didn't hear back from you the other night."

"Sorry about that," Mary Jane shook her head. "Harry and I ended up going out to eat after the movie. It was… Fun."

Peter sat back in his seat wondering when this had happened. As far as he knew the two of them had only met each other twice maybe three times since he had been dating Gwen but the two of them were talking like they had been friends for most of their lives. It was just so easy between the two of them. They fell into a routine as if they had perfected it for years. Not that he was unhappy about that. He liked having Gwen and Mary Jane as friends even if it meant his girlfriend having access to several more embarrassing stories he prayed Harry didn't know about. Mary Jane had always been a good friend to him and was one of the few people like Gwen and Harry to help defend the little guy because he couldn't defend himself. Peter had guessed the two of them would get along well once they had met each other.

He set his menu down folding his hands in his lap as he leaned back in the booth letting the two of them talk. As he listened he realized something very quickly. Mary Jane was blushing as she talked about her night with Harry at the movies. In the entire time he had known Mary Jane he couldn't remember her blushing at all. And he had one of the best memories on the planet. He could always remember almost every detail in every single one of his memories like it was happening in the present. She liked Harry.

As far as Peter knew Harry and Mary Jane had never met each other at least not through him until the other night on the porch. Harry had never really been to his aunt and uncle's house when they were younger. If Peter had Harry at his house it was when he still had his parents. After that Peter and Harry saw each other at Harry's home instead where they were watched by his butler or they saw each other at school. For the most part Harry had never really come to his aunt and uncle's house because Peter never really wanted to invite him over. When he was younger the thought was much weirder to him because it hadn't felt completely like his home. He had been able to remember what it was like to live with his parents. He remembered when he visited his aunt and uncle he had to ask permission before he did anything. He hadn't wanted to impose on his aunt and uncle when he was younger; he had been too shy to ask if it was okay to have his friends over.

Since Harry had never been to his home when he was younger it was a safe bet to assume Mary Jane and Harry had never met. The circumstances surrounding the two of them never seemed to present an opportunity for them to meet. Especially once Harry was sent off to military school. He had never really thought about it before but he could see why Mary Jane might have feelings for Harry or vice versa. Both of them loved cars, both of them had big issues with their parents, and both of them looked at life like it was a party. Peter smiled as he remembered what he used to tease Mary Jane about when they were younger. He used to tell her that she looked at life like it was a party and she was the cake. Harry had the same viewpoint for the most part, maybe without the cake analogy. Harry had just wanted to have fun and enjoy life to the fullest which he could be he had all the money to make any dream he wanted or any adventure he wanted to partake it come true for himself. Harry had done all sorts of sporting events and races with almost anything with a motor.

"Anyway, enough about me," Mary Jane shook her head. "What are the two of you up to today?"

"Uh," Peter stammered. He couldn't actually explain what they had been talking about before to Mary Jane because she'd want to know why either of them felt it was their responsibility to take care of it. "We were, uh…"

"Talking about college applications," Gwen covered smoothly. "We were discussing the different types of schools we've applied to and what we're planning to go to school for. It wasn't anything too exciting. Just boring school talk."

"Ah," Mary Jane nodded. "Where are you planning to go?"

"Empire State University," Gwen answered.

Peter's head went from nodding towards Mary Jane to looking at his girlfriend instantly with wide eyes. They hadn't ever really talked about college or what they were planning to do. They were usually too busy trying to deal with right now. Peter half the time wasn't even sure he was going to make it to graduation with his extracurricular activities running around the city in a skin tight red and blue suit. He and Gwen hadn't discussed what was going to happen after graduation. They had been more focused on getting their in one piece.

"Problem Tiger?" Mary Jane noticed his reaction.

"I didn't know you'd already made a decision." Peter said softly. "Just took me by surprise. Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to react like that."

"Okay then," Mary Jane said. "What can I get you to eat?"

Once they order Mary Jane left them alone to get it filled for both of them. Peter pursed his lips looking over at his girlfriend carefully. Gwen noticed him staring at her and shot him a look wondering what was wrong with him.

"What?" Gwen asked.

"I didn't even know you applied to Empire State." Peter whispered, shocked. "You never told me you were considering that school."

"I wanted to surprise you." Gwen smiled. "I added it to my list of schools after the incident at Oscorp Tower. I wanted to remain close to home. Plus after we got back together it seemed even more right. That was the school you wanted to go to as well. It just seemed to fit better. Is – Is that okay?"

"No, no," Peter shook his head. "Of course, it's fine. I'd love to have you around more it just caught me off guard. I just thought my girlfriend would want to tell me she's planning to attend the same college I am."

"I got the acceptance letter a couple weeks ago but we've been dealing with Electro." Gwen shook her head. "I never seemed to find the right time to tell you. I'm sorry."

Peter shook his head smiling at her. He was more thrilled than he wanted to admit that she would still be in New York next year. He had known her list of schools were all practically out of state including several Ivy League schools such as Yale and Harvard. He knew she probably had acceptance letters from every single of one them too and would definitely have her pick of schools for next year. Gwen was a model student. She never did anything wrong, ever. She had several approved extracurricular activities like the debate team and her Oscorp Internship. She had perfect grades and never got anything lower than an A. They only competition she's ever had in school has been him and he's never truly cared about school. He listened, he showed up, and he did his best because he was supposed to not because he wanted to like she did.

All of those schools should be falling all of themselves trying to get her to get her to go to their school over someone else's. He also knew if the circumstances were different her decision in schools would be different as well. If her father hadn't died she probably would've considered an out of state school more than Empire State because her family wouldn't need her to be close by. She might also not feel the need to be close by either. He also knew that if her father hadn't died and she had chosen Empire State anyway he may have pointed out the Ivy League school might be a better choice but he knew why she had made this decision. She would be able to be close by to her family if they ever needed her. Peter wanted to stay close to his aunt as well because they were all either of them had left for family and he didn't want to take that away from her. He had a decent pick of schools for himself as well because he was a good student and good grades. He also knew Empire State did have an excellent science program Gwen will take while she's there so she'll still have a great education.

Peter had liked the school for the photography program it offered instead. It had one the top programs in the country and that was what he wanted to do with his life. So, instead of trying to convince Gwen she may be making a mistake he nodded trying not to grin too widely at his girlfriend because they didn't have to attempt a long distance relationship of any kind now.

"So, was it a good surprise?" Gwen raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Peter chuckled. "Yes, it was a very good surprise."

"So, tell me," Gwen began. "Are you planning to take any science courses at Empire State or are you just going for photography?"

"I don't know," Peter answered honestly. "I'd like to, but I don't know if I'd be able to keep up because the photography program has its own set of courses I have to take. If I take any science classes it'll be like a dual major and I barely have enough time to sleep now."

"Good point," Gwen shrugged. "I think you'd be fine."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked. "I think I'd get myself killed from sheer exhaustion."

"I don't," Gwen smiled. "You seem fine now. And we'll be in school a lot less when we're in college so you'll have more time to sleep because I doubt you'll need it for studying. I've never seen you have a need to review your notes. It all comes easy to you first of all. And with your memory you'd be even better off."

"I will, however, have to get a job." Peter said softly. "I want to move out of Aunt May's place. It'll be easier on her if she doesn't have to support me too. I can't live on campus though because I will never be able to explain random bruises, disappearing at all hours, and the Spider-Man suit in the closet. I'll have to get my own place which will make living harder."

"I still think you'd be fine." Gwen answered honestly. "Besides, I think you'll miss it. You do it in your spare time anyway. If you can find a job with some flexibility maybe then it won't be quite so bad."

"What kind of job is that?" Peter asked incredulously. "Most jobs are pretty set in their hours."

"Well," Gwen bit her lip. "If you don't want to take science classes but you still want a job with some flexibility; what about Oscorp?"

"What?" Peter asked, shocked.

"I could recommend you." Gwen explained. "Interns have relatively flexible hours."

"I don't want to get you in trouble if I end up doing something stupid." Peter shook his head. "I wouldn't want anything to jeopardize your job."

"Just think about it," Gwen insisted. "Look for something else. I can recommend you any time for a job at Oscorp. It's always an option, look at it that way instead. Okay? Just think about it. Besides you spend an awful lot of time at Oscorp anyway, you may as well get paid for all the time you spend their and how much you help out anyway."

"Okay," Peter nodded. "I'll think about it."

Mary Jane walked up to the table with their drinks placing them in front of each of them before she left again. After another minute she returned to the table with a plate of food balanced in each hand. She placed the food in front of them warning that it was extremely hot. She then instructed them to enjoy the food before she went off to another one of her tables where several people had just sat down. Gwen and Peter immediately dug into their food not quite realizing how hungry either of them was.

"We have to stop doing that." Gwen said suddenly. "We were supposed to be figuring out how to stop Electro and we ended up changing the subject completely."

"Oops," Peter chuckled. "So, back to the question: How do we neutralize a capacitor?"

"Maybe we should take electricity courses at Empire State instead." Gwen suggested. "Because I still have no idea how to answer that question."

"Awesome," Peter chuckled. "So, now what?"

Peter had thought there could be nothing worse than watching his uncle die in front of him until he watched Captain Stacy die in front of him. After his uncle's death he knew he would never just let someone get away from him again. He wouldn't let anyone hurt people again, not if he could help them, and he tried so hard when it came to stopping Dr. Connors to make sure no one was hurt by him. Until Captain Stacy died as well and the worst of it knowing that no matter how strong he truly was he couldn't save everyone. He made a mistake giving the formula to Connors and Captain Stacy ended up paying the price for it.

Peter didn't think it could get worse than losing his uncle and Captain Stacy both directly of his own actions but right now it had been so much worse. He couldn't remember how he had found out Gwen was in danger but he knew she was. He had found her by using the GPS in her phone. Peter felt like the whole world moved in slow motion when he saw her drop from the top of the bridge. He couldn't look at his enemy right now, he didn't care who it was right now. All he knew was the person he cared about the most was in danger. He kicked her attacker away watching as he slide to the edge barely clinging on to the top as he almost plummeted to his death as well. Peter dropped down on the top of the bridge.

He quickly shot a web towards her trying to stop her fall despite knowing it may be a bad idea. He kept trying to stop himself; he needed to jump after her instead to save her. He saw the web cling to her leg stopping her fall.

SNAP.

"NO!" He yelled.

The sound resonated through him as he shot up in bed covered in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as he tried to process what he had just seen. He was shaking terribly and he felt like he couldn't control himself. It felt as though his entire world was just spinning out of control. Peter took a deep breath trying to calm himself down, shaking his head as he did so. Peter looked over at the clock as his door swung open to reveal his aunt who looked worried. She came into the room and immediately over to her nephew who was sitting up in his bed.

"Are you alright?" Aunt May asked. "I heard you screaming. Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded rapidly. "Yeah."

He could still hear the sound of her neck snapping in his nightmare. He hadn't saved her. He'd killed her. Peter took a deep breath still trying to calm himself down. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't understand why he had chosen to try to save her that way. He knew the sudden stop would be too much for her body to handle but no matter how much he had thought about that he still shot a web at her to save her. Stopping her by her leg would result in her death. Peter put his face into his hands still shaking his head and breathing heavily. He wanted to get the image of her falling to her death out of his mind along with the image of him being her murderer as well. Peter could feel his aunt gently rubbing his back to help him calm down.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I don't know," Peter said. He didn't want to share right now. "I can't remember it now."

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked worriedly. "Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep alright?"

"I'll be fine." Peter lied. "Thanks, Aunt May."

His aunt hesitated for a moment before she left his room shutting the door behind her. Peter lay back down against his pillows feeling tired but he didn't know if he'd sleep again. Every time he closed his eyes he could see her plummeting down towards the Earth. He could see her neck bending into an unnatural position as his webbing stopped her fall instantly. Instead he spent the night lying there waiting for Sunday to come being thankful he didn't have school the following day.

Peter tried to focus on whoever had been the one to throw her off the bridge but he couldn't see the person clearly. It was like they were completely blacked out. Almost as if her fate was certain. She would fall off that bridge one day. And when that day came he would fail her in the worst way possible. The only thing that was unclear was who was going to be the one to push her off that bridge. Peter felt a ball of dread settle into his stomach as he shut his eyes trying to block out those horrible thoughts. He didn't want to think about losing Gwen. He didn't want that day on the bridge to come. And even if it did, he didn't want to try to use his webbing to save her, it would be his own downfall if he did it that way. Peter took a deep breath feeling hot tears prick his eyes.

He would not lose Gwen. He will never let that happen, he promised.

A.N. Ending scare anyone? Hope everyone liked it!

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Also there was a guest review posted so I'm responding here, yes I know Gwen dies in the comics. I doubt anyone is sure Gwen will die in the next movie. This is of my own imagination and I haven't decided about Gwen's death in this story yet so if you want to know what I'll do keep reading, if you don't like Gwen stop reading now because this fic is much more centered around her and Peter rather than Mary Jane and Peter.

And I also want to remind everyone who is reviewing not to be rude which includes being rude about the characters. Feel free to state opinions such as disliking Gwen or PEter or this story but don't be rude.

Thank you so much for reading!