A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #109.
There was a heavy, dark cloud of smoke hovering above them. Peter was sitting now with his head in his hand, looking miserable. Gwen stroked his back soothingly.
"I'm glad you didn't run off this time, Peter! In this past, everyone called you gutless because you always ducked out whenever there was trouble." she explained glumly.
"Get every available man on the street! I want him found, do you hear? I want Thompson found!" Someone yelled into a phone.
Peter and Gwen were getting up to leave when someone's voice called out to them. "These your shoes, son? Found 'em in the hall." The officer explained, holding a pair of shoes and pointing behind him.
"Oh, yeah, sure! The explosion must have blown them off when it caught me!" Peter replied, taking the shoes, and beginning to leave. "Be right back! I'll just wash up a bit."
There was a commotion in the bathroom, but that's painfully irrelevant for the author to point out because this cheesy writing is gonna reiterate it anyways making me look like I'm repeating myself.
"Listen! What's that commotion in the washroom? It sounds like a fight! Something must be happening to Parker!"
Gwen gasped. "Maybe one of those killers stayed behind! If they know that Peter is Flash's friend-" Gwen couldn't finish her train of thought. "Let's get in there! We have to help him!"
"No! Look! Out the window!" Three of them ran to the window, leaning over the sill to gawk. "It's Spider-Man! He's taking off with Parker!"
"Oh, my God! Not again!" Gwen shouted, horrified.
"Relax! I'm not gonna hurt this clown! I just wanna ask 'im a few questions!" Spider-Man explained, carrying off a limp, very pale Peter Parker under his arm and disappearing into the night.
"Watch it! Don't drop him!"
"It's- It's my fault! If I hadn't insisted Peter stay here- If I had let him go-" Gwen trailed off, her fists clasped over her mouth and thick tears trailing down her face.
Too long had gone by, and now Gwen was going to the Parker residence to see if either Harry or May had heard from Peter.
She knocked on the door, and soon enough Harry opened the door. "Gwen! What is it? What's wrong?"
"Have you seen Peter? Has he called?" Gwen urged, fighting back tears.
"No! Not a word! But- Why?" Harry questioned, but Gwen entered suddenly.
"Then- he must still be a captive of- Spider-Man! Oh, it- it- it's horrible! That masked murderer seized him- took him prisoner- and vanished in the night!"
Suddenly Gwen noticed May was in the room, and Gwen tensed up. "Mrs. Parker! I- didn't know you were here!"
"Well, it doesn't matter now! It's too late! She- heard you." Harry muttered bitterly.
"I was waiting for Peter! But- what happened to him? What happened to my poor, dear boy?" May asked, growing horrified.
"He's not a boy! He's not! He's a man!" Gwen snapped, stalking towards May with fire and tears in her eyes. "I know he's your nephew! I know how you love him- because I love him too! But it's Peter Parker, the man, that I love!"
Aunt May was silent, and she sat down on her armchair, the full weight of Gwen's words sinking in, and she knew there was nothing Gwen was saying that was untrue.
"When will you let him go? When will you-?" The blonde trailed off, finally realizing what she'd done. "Oh! I- I'm sorry! I shouldn't have spoken to you that way! I have- no right!"
"Don't- Don't say it, my child! You have every right!" May responded.
Gwen made her way over to May, and sank down to the floor on her knees, and they hugged. May stroked Gwen's hair soothingly.
"You have every right! You both love each other- and that gives you the right! Perhaps you've said something that- that should have been said before! Perhaps- a foolish old lady- lonely, and unthinking- can smother a person with love..."
