A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #66.


Gwen was in a crowd of people. She still hadn't had the chance to speak with Peter yet, but he was apparently alive. And so was George, since we saw no wrap up to Gwen's last issue.

She spotted a familiar bright yellow coat, and recognized it to be Peter immediately. "Peter!" Gwen gasped.

Peter spun to face her, looking surprised.

"I've been searching all over for you! I was afraid I'd never find you!" The blonde explained, running towards Peter.

"Gwen! I don't get it! I- I thought you were through with me!" Peter exclaimed.

Gwen threw herself into his arms, grinning widely. "Oh, no, Peter- No! Dad explained everything- How you weren't to blame- For what happened!"

"Gwendy! It's- more than I dared to hope-" Peter grinned.

A tear slid down her cheek, overjoyed to have the boy she loved in her arms again.

"All this time-I've been feeling sorry for myself-unwilling to admit-I was just carrying a king-sized torch for you!" Peter grasped Gwen's shoulders.

"Oh, Peter-Peter-it was as though my whole world had come to an end! But, not anymore-!" Gwen marveled, hugging Peter firmly which he returned with as much enthusiasm.

"Suddenly-with YOU in my arms again-everything seems right again! No matter what happens now-no matter what new problems come along-they won't mean a thing!" Peter said against Gwen's hair.

"Don't talk, Mr. Parker! Just- hold me- So you won't see me cry!" Gwen proclaimed, still snuggled against Peter.


Peter and Gwen regained their composure after a few more minutes of some cheesy P.D.A. They were walking with Peter's arm draped across Gwen's shoulders, and she leaned against him.

"I can't let you go so soon, Gwen! How about some java-at the Coffee Bean?" Peter invited.

"It'll taste like nectar with YOU-man o' mine!" Gwen cooed.


They were at the Coffee Bean by now, sitting at a small table across from each other. A voice rang across the cafe, a random friend of there's waving at them. "Hey, Parker! Gwen Stacy! What do ya say, how about joinin' us?"

Peter stared at Gwen, leaning his head on the palm of his hand, grinning like an idiot. "Do you hear anything, Gwendolyne?"

"Only the pitter-patter of my happy heart, joy boy!" Gwen stared back at him dreamily, the exact same way he looked at her.

"Would you believe I'm nuts about you?" Peter professed.

"Try telling me-and see!"