Hi! Just like George Washington, here's One Last Time for this story, but I'll be writing more Spider-Gwen reallllll soon. Further details at the ennddddd…..-
"How much does he know?" It's all I can do to try and sleep that night. "How much does he know?" I can't sleep; I lie awake for hours, tossing and turning but not closing my eyes once. I'm scared for the future. Not that this is anything new of course, but suddenly dread hangs on my mind heavier than ever before. "How much does he know?" The thought that some random dude with good connections could maybe have possibly figured me out is terrifying. What will I do if I'm outed? The police still don't believe I didn't kill Peter. I'd be arrested immediately. Being Spider-Woman is the only way I can keep myself out there doing what I can to help protect people from the weirdos and their flatulence. And being Spider-Woman only has its use if I'm not known under the mask. Man, all I've been doing is worry worry worry. I just don't know what to do….
After another hour of this, my dad comes into the room where I'm (trying to be) asleep. "Hey, Gwen. You still up?" He whispers. I ponder what to do. Do I want to talk with Dad right now? Would this help me or just make me feel more worried? Or worse, would it make him more worried about me? I'm not sure if I could take that. But….He does have a right to know. I turn over to look at him.
He looks at me in surprise when I roll over. "Hey, you are awake. You doing ok? You seemed a little shaken up when you got home." I sigh internally. Why can't anything be easy? I might as well tell him what happened today. He does deserve to know. So I spill. Everything. I spill my guts, all my worries, fears, everything that has happened the last few days. Numerous times I try to stop myself, but I just can't. When I finish, all he does is look at me for a couple seconds. And he hugs me. I hug him back. We stay like this, just hugging each other, for a long time. Eventually, I remember that I'm supposed to be a hardcore, gives none, rock drummer superhero, and I pull back.
"Thanks for that," I tell him. "I needed to get that off my chest. I'm so worried and tor-" My dad puts his finger to my lips to silence me. "Hey. Calm down. I realize that this is serious; numerous people are trying to hurt us. But they haven't yet; we must keep doing what we can until we can't anymore. And when that day comes, well, we'll figure it out from there, ok? Promise me you'll keep helping others for as long as you can, ok?"
I stare at him for a long time, unsure of what to say. Eventually, a two words escape: "I promise." He smiles at me, something I haven't seen him do in a long time. "Alright. Good. Know that we're both in this mess, but we're in this together." He pulls me in one more time for a quick embrace, then gets up, crosses my room and waves goodnight, closes the door.
I'm back to being alone. But am I really? I have my dad. I (finally) have my bandmates (once more). Heck, I may be only me, but I have people who care for me. I think back to before all this happened, when I was a noob hero looking for the Vulture. I thought that because of my mask, I was hidden from others, that no one knew the true me. While We all have secrets, perhaps those who love us do know the true person one is, and maybe because of that, that's why they love us. I mean, that's the only reason I can come up with as to why my dad would love such a crazy person like me. Maybe we put up our own masks to hide our flaws, but only by removing them can others truly connect with us and care for us. Or maybe I've just been listening to too much Coldplay recently, who knows.
Satisfaction. It's a wonderful feeling, something some may never know (I'm looking at you, Hamilton). Being satisfied with my reasonings (it's totally the Coldplay), I turn back over, and fall into a peaceful rest. Adieu, world. Till tomorrow….
-"And We'll teach 'em how to say goodbye." Here ends my first full Fanfic! Hope you guys liked it. Yes, I will be writing more Spider-Gwen; however, my next story won't be a direct continuation of this story (I'll get there), but instead based on this crazy idea that happened upon me at work last week. An Alt. Universe where Gwen was still the one who got bit, but Peter never died, so they got married and now have a baby and live in the first floor of the Sanctum Sanctorum! It's gonnna be pretty cool (I hope), and I'm really excited to finish the first Chapter and share it with y'all! Peace off!