A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #95.
A red and blue clad figure swung by outside Gwen's window, and the blonde gasped. "A figure- swinging past my window! It looks like- It is!" The horrible realization dawned on Gwen. "He can't possibly be here! Not here!" Gwen's head began to spin, and Arthur and Nancy were finally taking notice of Gwen's distress. "First he killed my father- and now- He's traveled all the way across the ocean- after me!" Gwen's knees wobbled, and her world spiraled all the more.
"Gwen!" Arthur called, dropping his newspaper and running for Gwen as she began to collapse, and everything went dark.
Gwen's dreams were plagued with images of Spider-Man and his hatred of the Stacy clan.
"Gwendolyne! Come here, my dear- quickly! Look at this." Arthur said, turning the television up louder.
Gwen glanced over her shoulder towards Arthur to see a news report with Spider-Man's face on the screen.
"You weren't dreaming! You didn't imagine it! Spider-Man is in London. You must have really seen him." Arthur continued. Gwen didn't speak because why would she, srjjsgnjng
The images on screen changed, depicting Spider-Man rescuing a child and another man."But according to this newscast, he seems a decent sort. I'd venture to say the chap's a bloomin' hero!"
Gwen hugged Arthur tightly, feeling confused about Spider-Man. "Perhaps you were too quick to condemn him, child. After all, you were under a great strain- What with poor George's death... You may have done him- an injustice" Arthur rubbed Gwen's back soothingly.
Gwen was lost in thought, alone in her room. "It all comes back to me, now." Gwen mused out loud, a solemn tear trailing down her cheek. "Even father used to say- he didn't think Spider-Man was really bad. I'm so mixed-up! If only Peter were here. I hoped- and- prayed- he'd love me enough to come after me. But I guess I was wrong- about many things."
