Title: Spider-Man: The Gwen Stacy Saga

Disclaimer: I own nothing nor am I making any money from the writing of this fan fiction. Everything belongs to Marvel and Sony and whoever else. I don't own any song lyrics within or other characters that may be named. Spoilers ahead for Spider-Man: No Way Home.

Rating: M for language, violence, hurt/comfort, sexual situations.

Authors Note: I watch movies and get obsessed. It's what I do. This fanfic came to me after seeing No Way Home. Peter's on his own in the world now - this is what happens when he meets Gwen Stacy. Enjoy and please review! *I had re-upload/revamp the chapters some. Fix a few things.

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Peter opened his eyes quickly; wincing as he leapt from his bed and towards the door - wrapping an arm around his throbbing side as another soft knock filled the apartment. Last night had been a long one; a massive prison break at Riker's had left two officers dead and our hero limping. Another sharp stab of pain coursed through his side causing his breath to catch in his throat as he leaned against the door for support.

After a moment he stood face to face with a girl about his age; holding a small tin canister against her chest - her hand raised to knock again.

"Peter. Hey."

The sound of his name caused his broken body to go stiff; pain radiating through his ribs and down his left leg. It had been weeks since Dr. Strange's spell erased every memory of Peter Parker from existence; since anyone had even given him so much as a second glance. May was gone. MJ and Ned were in Boston - living their best lives without him and they didn't even know any better. He was truly alone. Anguish filled his eyes as he stared helplessly at his company.

The girl cleared her throat and took a step towards him; extending her right hand as her left held onto the tin protectively.

"I'm Gwen. Gwen Stacy. I live over there." She nodded to the apartment next to his, her bright smile lighting up her pretty face. Peter could only stare; dumbfounded.

"You know me?" He finally asked, his voice soft and full of pain as he searched her face. She had white blond hair and striking blue eyes that seemed to stare into his very soul. "No, I uh… Our mail got mixed up last week so I got your name from that but um, no. I don't." She forced another smile and adverted her eyes as Peter stared at her with an unreadable expression. "I made some Christmas cookies with my brothers last night and thought you may want some of the extras?" She continued, fumbling with the shiny tin box nervously - letting her ignored hand fall down to her side.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bothered you. You don't want to be bothered."

Gwen took a step back causing Peter to come alive - stepping out into the hall after her.

"No!" He cleared his throat; holding a hand up apologetically. "I'm sorry. I was surprised is all. I didn't think anyone paid much attention to me around here. I'm Peter Parker." He removed his arm from his ribs and extended it to Gwen; forcing a smile as she slid her hand into his.

"You knew that already tho." He added with a nervous laugh - searching her eyes carefully as he held her hand in his a moment to long. Gwen met his brown hues, smiling once he let her hand go and took a step back. She handed over the cookies and glanced down the hall. "I should go. I hope you like them."

Peter watched her turn to leave then turn back to face him quickly. "Do you have plans tomorrow? My dads working so we're doing Christmas tonight but I was going to go to F.E.A.S.T in the morning and help out if you want to come?" She asked quickly - shifting nervously before him.

Peter had actually planned on going to F.E.A.S.T in the morning; it's what May would have done but now this pretty girl was asking him to come with her.

"Yeah, that would be great actually." He assured her - seeing relief wash over her face. Gwen smiled brightly - a perfect row of white teeth gleaming as she turned back to her apartment - her blond pony tail swinging. "Awesome. I'll see you in the morning! Merry Christmas, Peter Parker."

Peter stared after her; the pain in his ribs forgotten as he lifted his arm in a wave before closing the door and looking down at the tin in his hand. He opened it quickly and took out a chocolate chip cookie; examining it for a moment before taking a bite.

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