A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #93.
Gwen sat in front of a Daily Bugle newspaper, George and Spider-Man staring back at her beneath a large headline that read: "Spider-Man still sought in death of Captain Stacy" because it's a rumor started by 'witnesses' and perpetuated by the media, and not 'Gwen Stacy randomly blames Spider-Man for the death of her father' but people love to ignore Gwen's trauma and heartache and blame her for Peter lying to her all this time. The author apologizes for wandering off-script.
Seeing George's face again reminded her of her problems with Peter. She closed her eyes, clasping her hands in front of her and leaning her elbows on the tops of her knees, tears starting to cascade down her cheeks slowly.
'I thought he loved me- as I love him. But, ever since Spider-Man killed my father- Peter has been acting so strangely- I hardly ever see him.' Gwen stood, walking towards the closed window, hugging herself. 'Without dad- without Peter- my whole life seems so empty- so-'
The phone rang, and Gwen's cutting off her train of thought. 'The phone! Please- please let it be Peter!'
Gwen went to answer the phone, her heart dropping when it wasn't Peter's voice on the other end of the line. Her gaze cast downward, clasping the phone firmly. "Gwendolyne, this is your Uncle Arthur- in London. I just learned the terrible news about George." Arthur began, sounding solemn.
'Dad's older brother. I had almost forgotten.' Gwen thought to herself.
"You're alone now, dear. Your Aunt and I want you to come stay with us. You'll have a home- a family. It's what George would have wanted."
'They were always the dearest couple. But what about Peter?' Gwen thought to herself, wiping her tears away. "It's so kind of you both, but I need time to think." The blonde finally spoke.
"Of course, child. Call when you can."
They hung up, and Gwen sat down again, letting the tears fall. 'It would be wonderful- seeing them again- but how can I go- and leave Peter? Unless- he no longer cares.'
The doorbell rang, and Gwen opened the door to find Peter. "Peter!"
"Hi, Gwendy! Sorry I couldn't come sooner." Peter began, looking sorrowful.
"Is anything wrong, Peter?" Gwen asked softly.
"No honey. I- just had some loose ends- to tie up." Peter replied, and Gwen flung herself into his arms, hugging him firmly, crying again.
"I just had a call- from my Aunt and Uncle- in London!" Gwen blurted, glancing back up towards Peter. "They want me to go there- to live with them."
"Do you- want to?" Peter asked quietly.
"I have to Peter! There's nothing to keep me here!" Gwen replied, and Peter's eyes widened.
"No, Gwen- no! I want you to stay. I- I love you, Gwendy." Peter kissed Gwen passionately on the lips and Gwen reciprocated the kiss.
The kiss ended, and Gwen hugged Peter tightly. "Oh, Peter- Peter... I love you, too. My love for you is even stronger than my hatred of Spider-Man." Peter tensed, and let go of his hold on Gwen, alerting the blonde immediately.
Gwen pulled back from his embrace, recognizing that deer-in-the-headlights-look on Peter's face. "Peter- what is it? What's wrong?"
"It's no good, Gwen. I haven't- the right... I can't ask you- to stay here- to stay with me." Peter confessed slowly.
"Can't? Of course, you can. What you mean is- you won't." Gwen choked out, her heart shattering. She walked away from Peter slowly, refusing to look at him again. "It's all right, Peter. I- understand. I shouldn't have- thrown myself at you that way. I'm- very tired. Do you mind if- I don't see you to the door?" Gwen asked from the doorway to her bedroom.
Peter never answered her but left shortly after.
It was some hours later, and Gwen still couldn't sleep. She was miserable about everything, about George, about Peter, and the possibility their relationship was ending. She was in the living room now, sobbing into her hands, slumped over the armrest.
ZASK!
There was a loud sound coming from outside her window, alerting Gwen. She ran to the window to investigate the noise only to find Spider-Man outside her window, fighting with... The prowler!
"What's that outside my window?!" Gwen wondered aloud dreadfully, heart pounding with fear.
"Don't be scared, kid! He won't hurt you! Not with The Prowler here!" The man in green proclaimed. Spider-Man turned to look at Gwen for a long moment, and Gwen was terrified. Not because of The Prowler, but because of Spider-Man.
The Prowler aimed his wrist as Spider-Man, firing a blast, but Spider-Man dodged it, the blast hitting Gwen's apartment building instead. The Prowler and Spider-Man soon took their fight upwards on top of the building. What happened next, Gwen (and the readers) may never know. #mediocrewriting
The following day, Gwen called Arthur and Nancy back, and accepted their offer to move to London. It wasn't at all long before Gwen had everything packed, and a flight booked, leaving New York City and the only man she ever loved behind.
Peter made his choice. Now she's made hers.
A/N: Reminder that Gwen left because of George's death, Arthur's offer, and Peter's lies/lack of commitment. Not because she's "hiding a pregnancy."
