A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #59.


Peter was safe and sound, according to the news reports. It'd been a few hours, and she could only imagine the anarchy going on down at the police station with Peter all that time. She heard the front door to the apartment open, and Gwen went to speak with her father, heading into the darkened living room where the voices were coming from.

"Dad? I just heard the news about- Oh! Peter!" Gwen finally noticed the other man her father had been speaking to was the one and only Peter Parker. "You're here! If only I'd known! I'd have gotten here sooner!" Gwen explained before she flung herself into his arms.

"Oh, Pete- I've never realized how much I've missed you-!" Gwen said before stealing a passionate and leisurely kiss from an awkward and fumbling Peter.

"Gwen! You- Your dad! I-I mean!" Peter mumbled.

"It's alright, son! Even an old police war-horse like me was young once myself!" Geoge laughed, smoking a pipe.

Peter was blushing by the time Gwen pulled back. "Sorry, Mr. P! Didn't mean to embarrass you! But it's so wonderful seeing you again! We were all so worried-" Gwen grinned, one hand still placed against Peter's chest and the other caressing his cheek.

"We were worried, Gwendolyne?" George teased, smirking.

"Say! Don't apologize Pretty Girl! I'd disappear daily for a welcome like that!" Peter returned excitedly.

"But you did interrupt us, dear!" George explained to Gwen.

Gwen draped herself against Peter's side. "Can't it wait, Dad? I feel like I haven't seen Pete for centuries! And Harry Osborn is waiting at the Coffee Bean!" Gwen tried.

"Well, I never could beat a combo like that!" George teased.

"I enjoyed seeing those films, sir!" Peter said, referring to the news footage George was showing Peter on Spider-Man's heroics before Gwen interrupted them.


Peter and Gwen walked to the Coffee Bean, and Harry was with a couple of friends.

"Harry! Look who I found- Big as life and twice as sassy!" Gwen explained across the cafe, still unable to pry herself apart from Peter.

"Like, hi little roommate!" Peter waved at Harry.

"How about that? The old pumpkin eater himself!" Harry grinned.

"I thought you were mad at him?" One of his friends asked.

"Yeah, but it wasn't a lifetime project!" Harry returned.

Peter and Gwen made their way across the Coffee Bean, and Gwen hung against Peter's back, grasping his shoulders, beaming brightly.

"I'm sorry for any trouble I may have caused-" Peter began.

"Forget it, P.P! I never thought I'd be so glad to look at anyone's ugly face again!" Harry teased, shaking Peter's hand.

"This calls for a party, men!" Gwen grinned.

"To Gwendolyne everything calls for a party! C'mon- sit down and tell us all about it!" Harry invited.

"Good thinking, Hare!"


Peter, Gwen, and Harry had a nice dinner catching up on their recent events. It was finished now, and they were getting ready to leave.

"Where's the rest of our frantic free-loaders? How about M.J? What happened to our swingin' sweetie?" Peter asked.

"She finally got a job!" Harry explained.

"She's knocking them dead at the Gloom Room a-go-go!" Gwen grinned.

"We've gotta catch her act one night!" Harry returned, pushing his chair in.


The following night, Peter, Gwen and, Harry had gotten a table at the club Mary Jane was working in.

"I reserved a front-row table for the three of us! It's just like old times again!" Harry explained, excited to see Mary Jane.

"It sure is, Hare- Except that a certain blonde looks more gorgeous than ever!" Peter teased, watching Gwen.

"Careful Mr. P- If I see another blonde around I'll start a riot!" Gwen smirked playfully.

They all sat down, and it wasn't long before Peter pointed someone out. "Isn't that your dad, Gwen?" He asked.

"Begorra! 'Tis himself! I'm glad to see him going out for a change!" Gwen explained, flagging her father down.

"Y'know! I recognize a half-dozen citizen officials tonight!" Harry explained, off-handedly.

George was busy reconnecting with some of his old friends before the music played, and Mary Jane came out on the stage, dancing up a storm.

Gwen flicked her wrist up towards M.J playfully. "Now we know that go-go means! She never stops!" The crowd went crazy for M.J.

Soon enough the song ended, and Mary Jane was out on the floor, carrying a large camera, and snapping pictures of the guests.

Harry posed, holding his thumb up. "Hold it, M.J! Aren't you gonna take our pic?" he asked, grinning.

"Sorry, sweeties! I'm only supposed to snap pics of celebrities tonight!" Mary Jane explained.

"Your footwork was from fabsville twinkle-toes!" Gwen grinned.

"I must have been groovy if you admit it, blue eyes! Well, keep it cool, children!" Mary Jane called from over her shoulder as she returned to take photos of the celebrities in attendance.

Peter and Gwen observed Mary Jane after a few moments, she was now talking to George Stacy.

"May I take your picture, sir? There's no charge for the snapshots!" Mary Jane inquired.

"Certainly, young lady! I enjoyed your dancing very much!" George grinned, about to take a puff from his pipe.

"By the way, I believe you know my daught- Ohh!" George paused suddenly when Mary Jane snapped his pic, looking stunned.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Mary Jane asked, lowering her camera.

"Eh, no- I don't think so! It's probably the sudden flash of the bulb- it startled me!" George explained.

Mary Jane had left again, taking more photos of the guests.

George walked, haltingly, his eyes shutting and he held his head in his hands.

"Dad! What is it? Are you ill?" Gwen asked, from their table alarmed.

"I- don't think so- Dear!" George said, looking worse.

"I just need a breath- of fresh air! I'll be- right back-!"


George was gone for a few minutes by now, and Gwen, Harry, and Peter were growing worried. "Dad's been gone quite a while now! I hope he's alright!" Gwen explained, her eyebrows furrowing with worry. "Perhaps I ought to-"

Peter stopped her from getting up."You stay right there, Gwen! I'll go out and look for him!" Peter explained, heading out of the club to go look for George.