A Second Chance...
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Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy desperately held onto the strand of webbing. Peter had tried to pull her up to safety but at the same time, he was fending off Harold Osborn from above. It all escalated too quickly. The moment Electro was defeated, Harry had shown up in a more viscous state. Now, the friends were fighting for it. Spider-Man was stuck in a position where he tried to do both. His footing was loose on one of the gears, which made them tear from their place, breaking off the webbing.
She was falling now.
She saw him launching himself towards her at a fast momentum... Peter raised his arm forward and shot another strand towards her.
She could feel it... Somehow she knew. Then she closed her eyes...
The webbing had caught her waist.
There was nothing but darkness after that. It only happened in no more than a few seconds.
The next thing she knew, Gwen was no longer in The Clock Tower with Peter. She opened her eyes again and she found herself on a cold surface. She felt like she awoke from a long slumber and found herself lying down back in a random alleyway. She rose up from her back and had an immersive headache. 'What happened..?' The Blond shook it off, standing up on her feet steadily, and looked around her. There was a strange ache in her for some odd reason. She walked over to the sidewalk and saw that this was The Chinatown District. Which was farther away from where she was before.
She had to find Peter. Odd enough, she didn't have a mobile phone or one of her i.d's with her. How weird...With a deep breath, she strode along the streets of New York.
A half-hour has passed and she made a recent discovery. In one of the stands by the near markets, laid some newspapers from The Daily Bugle. The bolded text letters and the photo were what caught her attention. It was Peter. Though, he looked more different. Younger, she should put it. There wasn't a way that this should be possible... From what everyone else is saying, this Peter is claimed to be a murder of Quentin Beck, The Mysterio. That didn't seem right... She needed more answers, but how?
She's up to date with everything that happened... The criminals roaming around the streets... The way everything looks... What had happened over the past decade... This was not her universe... This was all real.
It was dusk.
A storm had formed right over the Statue of Liberty. As quickly as possible, she paced herself all the way over to the other corner of New York and found that whatever had happened is over. Most of what was destroyed were the entire floorings and railings that were scattered around. Over around to the shield, she could only make out what were... was Bright runes... and three Spider-Men? Could it be? She had to go over there!
The next thing she knew... She was glowing.
Gwen was back in Queens. How was any of this possible? She had traveled at a great distance in so little time. She gathered her bearings and began to speculate her streets.
She knew this neighborhood. He was close by! For some reason, it had felt too long since he had seen his face. She had to see him She hurriedly picked up her pace and found a familiar household. Was it always so quiet? She quickly stepped on the front porch and knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds.
It opened up and she found Peter. 'Her' Peter of this world. Now more dressed properly in his house clothing. He stood still and only gazed at her for a long minute.
"Peter..?"
The boy took a few steps back and tripped himself onto the floor. He was frozen and at a loss for words. "No- Gwen. Your- real. It's not real. It cant be..." He was mumbling to himself now. Whatever he had gone through from the past few days had really stuck inside him.
Gwen had never seen him in such a state. She quickly lowered herself and grabbed his hands, trying to calm him. "Hey, It's alright. I'm here. What happened?"
Peter started tearing up now and is breathing faster now. He shook his head and shut his eyes tightly, trying to wake himself of whatever nightmare this was. The Blonde still remained silent to give him a moment to breathe. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and she was surprised to have him squeezing her tightly. Nonetheless, she didn't mind. Whatever was on his mind, he was sure to let out of his emotions all out.
She tried to him help stand up, though, Peter ended up falling to his knees in front of her with his eyes meeting the floor. He was still holding her hands. Her soft hands that he had missed so much...
"You're here..."
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"I am."