A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #50
Classes had ended at E.S.U and Gwen caught Peter in the hallway, shooting an invite over her shoulder to him. "Oh, Peter! I'm having a little get-together at home tonight! I'd love you to be there, if you can!"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Gwen! Would you mind if I take a raincheck instead?" Peter asked. He looked miserable, and he and Gwen were past that point to consider it an insult. They'd become friends, and Gwen's crush on Peter only intensified.
"Course not, Pete! Though, I am disappointed!" Gwen admitted with a soft grin, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks.
It was the next day, and classes were finished. The snow was melting, and Gwen caught sight of Peter outside the quad on his motorcycle. She ran over towards him, jubilant, waving a letter at Peter.
"Hi, Gwen! Can I give you a lift?" Peter inquired. He looked better than the day before, but Gwen was too excited.
"Move over, Mr. P! You found yourself a carrier pigeon! Just got a letter from our swingin' soldier boy!" The blonde enthusiastically informed Peter.
"Fearless Flash? Let's see!" Peter grinned.
Gwen handed Peter the letter. "He's the same ol' howlin' hot-shot! He gives the vee-cees 24 hours to clear out when he gets there!" she informed him as he opened the letter to read.
"If anyone else scribbled that, we'd call him a great little kidder! But since it's Flasheroo, they'd better start packin'!"
"He really turns you on, doesn't he, Gwen?" Peter asked, still reading Flash's letter, missing Gwen's blush at his oblivious nature.
Peter was giving Gwen that ride on the motorcycle, Gwen riding behind him, her hands around his waist. "Face it, classmate! How many blushing blondes would find a hip, handsome foot-ball hero totally repulsive?" Gwen teased.
"I'm sorry I asked, pretty girl! How was the party?" Peter asked.
"A disaster area! ... Without you!" Gwen said sincerely.
"Y'know? I kinda wish you meant that!" Peter returned, oblivious.
'Oh... You lovable, blind goof! Can't you see I do?!' Gwen thought to herself desperately.
Peter dropped her off at her destination. "Thanks for the lift, neighbor!" Gwen called back, waving at Peter as he left.
"Anytime, princess!" Peter returned, waving and watching her from over his shoulder as he rode away on his motorcycle without a helmet or watching the road.
Peter was leaning against his motorcycle outside Empire State University next to Gwen who was hugging some textbooks to her chest, a grin plastered on her face.
"How about a soda, sandwich and a spin after class, woman?" Peter asked.
"Love it, man... But I've a date with Harry tonight." Gwen replied.
"You two aren't... pinned, or anything... are you?" Peter asked slowly.
"First Flash... Now Harry! You're always trying to pair me off!" Gwen teased.
The blonde walked away, glancing over her shoulder towards Peter with a cheeky grin on her lips. "Why haven't you asked if I've got a maaaaad crush on a bashful black-haired bike rider?"
"C'mon! We both know nice guys finish last! Forget it, lady!" Peter said, waving his hand away at the idea.
"You said it, Pete... I didn't!"
