"So I punched a wall, huh." I mutter into Peter's ear as the wind blows in my face while he's taking me home.
"I though it would be less embarrassing than saying you punched me in the face and ended up breaking your own hand."
"Riiight. And how exactly is you not getting hurt when someone punches you in the face, quite forcefully may I add, some kind of radio-active spider perk?"
"Spiders don't get smushed easily." He pointedly says, thudding to a halt on the roof of my house.
"Well, you should get home now since you didn't go home early like I asked you to." I say, jumping off his back and heading to the fire escape.
"I really wanted to see your face." He says as I hear his footsteps coming behind me.
"Go home, Pete." I say softly.
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
"Why would you think there's something going on?" I reply, surprising myself by the lack of nervousness in my voice. Since when am I a good actress?
"Because you punched me in the face when I appeared in your window, just like I always do. You've been umm, jumpier than usual." Peter says cautiously, pulling off his mask to look me in the eyes.
"Maybe I was jumpy because I wasn't expecting you to come, because I told you NOT to come." I say a bit too bitterly, and his face smalls.
"Alright, good night Gwen." Peter says in a emotionless monotone, heading over to the ledge of the roof in a hurry, but then I suddenly say, "Peter wait."
I hurry over to him right and hop up on the ledge of the roof right before he jumps, and without warning, my footing falters on the brownstone ledge and I slip and fall towards the concrete abyss below.
"GWEN!" Peter yells, and jumps after me. The wind swishes around my ears and I see Peter's diving figure over me. Right before I open my mouth to yell, I feel Peter's arm encircle my waist and I'm suddenly being pulled up in the opposite direction. I stop flying through the air abruptly and I realize that we're on the top of my roof again.
"WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING?" Peter yells at me, pulling me close to him.
"I-i-it was an accident." I stutter quietly, the shock of almost falling to my death sinking in. I start to shake and Peter starts swaying back and forth in a soothing manor.
"Let's get you inside." He whispers softly and I give him a feeble nod. He scoops me up bridal style and walks slowly to my room from the fire escape. DId I really just manage to almost kill myself by slipping off the ledge of the roof?
He walks strait into my room and sets me down on my bed and then turns around to shut the window and lock it. He pulls off his mask and studies my straight face. We just look at each other for a while until he breaks the silence.
"You okay?" He says softly, sounding worried.
"Mmm." I say, managing to give him a small smile and a nod. Did I REALLY just fall off the roof of my building?
"Gwen." He says a bit reprimandingly. He softly lowers himself and sits beside me, and I just turn to look at him with my eyes wide. He lets out a shaky sigh and says, "You scared me when you fell." I just stare at him.
"Gwen, is there anything wrong? Anything bothering you at all? You know you can tell me everything." He says, his voice going softer and softer, pulling me into his comfortable arms.
"Nothing is wrong, Peter." I say in a drab monotone.
"You seem, cold. Like literally." Peter says, and he starts rubbing my arms in an effort to warm them. I sigh and snuggle my head into his chest as I feel my heart beat start to go back to normal again. Okay, so I slipped off the ledge of my roof. It could happen to anyone, right? Well, most sane people don't have much of a reason to be hanging around on any rooftops, but slipping off was an accident that could happen to anyone, right?
"Slipping off the roof doesn't make me crazy, right?" I ask Peter softly, echoing my thoughts out loud. Peter's chest starts vibrating with soft laughter under my head as he says, "No, Gwen, you're not that crazy."
"That crazy?" I ask, raising my head and giving him a pout.
"You know what I mean." Peter says in a husky whisper, as he sits up and starts to lean closer and closer to me.
"Gwen?" My mother yells from outside my room suddenly, causing Peter to jump across the room in a surprisingly silent and swift way.
"Yeah mom?" I say, trying not to let my surprise seep into my voice. The door starts to open and a fresh wave of panic washed over me. My eyes scan my dark room quickly and thankfully, Peter is nowhere in sight
"Oh I didn't hear you come in, dearie." My mom says, leaning against my door frame.
"Yeah, I didn't want to wake you up."
"So, what's the verdict." She asks, and I hold up my splinted hand and say, "Apparently I broke my knuckles so I gotta keep this on."
"Oh lord! Let me see." She says, rushing over to where I lay on my bed and picking up my injured hand gingerly.
"Did you go see a doctor?" She says, in the worried-mother manor that I haven't heard since the 7th grade.
"Yeah, I actually ended up going to the nearest hospital. I have a check up next week." I say.
"Oh Gwenie. I'm sorry I couldn't take you, I feel like such a rotten mom."
"Don't worry about it, Mom," I say, flashing her a smile, "As much as it pains you to hear it, I'm all grown up now. I don't need you kissing all my boo boos." My mom chuckles and plants a very parent-like kiss on my forehead. She gets up to leave, and just before she exits my room, she turns around and says,
"Wait a second, how did you break your knuckles from a falling pan?"
Oh crap.
"Umm, I fell on it weird when the pan startled me."
"Oh. You should be a bit more careful dear, good night!" She says, shutting the door behind her. I let out a sigh and start to look around my room to try and discover Peter's little hiding place.
"PSST" I look up towards the source of the noise and smile as I see Peter hanging off the ceiling, a smile plastered on his face.