Peter swung high among the New York skyscrapers - trailing one of the many prisoners they had allowed to slip out of the courtyard at Riker's. Luckily he had gotten there at the right time and tagged the prisoner with a tracking device.

"Hopefully this goon will lead me straight to the Kingpin's hideout and I can get some incriminating evidence to put him away." He told no one - swinging lower towards the streets as the prisoner dipped down a dark alley. "It's always a dark alley. Why can't it ever be the Ritz. I could use a little pampering."

Spider-Man let go of his webbing carefully and landed on a low buildings roof; watching as the goon knocked twice on a nearly hidden side door and slipped inside.

"Guess I'll take the long way around." He muttered to himself; glancing over the roof. Peter spotted the small skylight opening and dashed towards it quickly - opening it and sliding into the building.

He crawled across the ceiling carefully - noting he seemed to be inside an abandoned warehouse. To his left there was a light and a staircase that went down to a basement where he could hear people talking quickly and quietly.

"Glad to see you finally made it, Jones. We were beginning to worry the Spider gotcha."

One goon said to the other as Peter crawled into the room keeping to the shadows. Wilson Fisk sat larger than life behind a marbled desk; tapping his thick fingers before him as the two prisoners bickered back and forth.

"Enough!" Fisk yelled suddenly; slamming his fist on the table. "We're you followed?" He demanded - glaring at the traced goon. "No! No.. I kept to the side streets. No one saw me. Stacy made sure it was quiet."

Fisk sat quietly for a long moment; causing the goon to tremble in his boots.

"Captain Stacy is going to have to be dealt with soon. He continues to praise that parasite Spider-Man on social media. He even posed in a picture with him last week. Once we have the rest of our troops freed from that dreadful prison we will handle him. For now, they tell me you are a master thief and locksmith, Mr. Jones. I want you to take a crew to First Republic Bank near Rockefeller Center and rob them blind. Not the tellers - were looking for a big haul here. I want the safes empty."

"I can do that, Mr. Fisk. No, no problem…"

Kingpin glared at the man before him.

"It's Kingpin to you and your colleagues."

Peter's spider sense lit up like the Fourth of July suddenly as someone kicked in the steel door behind them and several FBI agents burst into the room with their guns drawn.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?!" Fisk yelled - standing quickly as George Stacy walked into the room behind the agents and pointed a gun at Fisk's head. "Wilson Fisk - you are under arrested for the organization of crimes committed in this city. Thank you Mr. Jones for your help."

Fisk could only stare daggers at the goon who lifted his shirt to show the wires around his thin frame. Peter watched from the darkness with wide eyes. "You! You wore a wire into my place of business! You're dead, Jones! You hear me! Dead!" Fisk yelled as the agents guided him out of the warehouse and put him in an armored truck.

"You'll live to regret this day, Stacy." Fisk growled as the police captain slammed the truck door in his face.

X

Peter made his way down the hallway of his apartment building quickly; nodding to the old lady as he passed the laundry room.

Who does laundry at 3am?

Shaking the thought he continued on his way; stopping at Gwen's closed door. He wanted to tell her what had happened tonight - her dad was a hero and not the criminal he had thought him to be. He wanted to assure her George Stacy was as good as she pictured him to be but it was 3am and he had been swinging through the streets for 5 hours; gathering up low level thugs while the police captain rounded up several major criminals and all of his crooked cops - sending them to Riker personally.

Gwen would be beaming with pride for her dad and he didn't want to take the glory of telling his story away from Captain Stacy so he decided to leave it to him to tell his daughter.

Peter fought his inner battle - he could go to her; keep his mouth shut about everything that went down tonight and just crawl into her bed and lose himself in her. His body ached for hers; his body ached for a lot of reasons tho.

Peter hesitated a moment longer at her door before going to his own; opening it quickly. His apartment welcomed him with its cold, bare interior. It was nothing like Gwen's warm, happy place. Her space welcomed him with bright colors and comfortable furnishings. All he had was a bed and a table with one chair.

Peter shook his head at the sight and slipped into the bathroom - pulling his shirt over his head. The unimpressive shower pressure started up and a minute later he stepped inside - allowing the lukewarm water to wash over his face and body. He reach for the lone bottle of 3 in 1 shampoo/conditioner and body wash with a sigh. Gwen's bathroom was stocked fully with every soap and body wash imaginable - each bottle smelling better than the last.

He missed her.

Using his lackluster soap he showered quickly and finished his night routine; pulling a pair of loose sweats on before gazing into the nearly empty fridge and finally retiring to his bed. Thankfully Gwen had talked him into washing his sheets recently so at least he had one thing going for him in his sad apartment. Unfortunately they smelled like her sheets and that only causes the ache in his chest to grow. With a sigh he looked up at the ceiling.

He was exhausted to his core but sleep wouldn't come. Not without her in his arms.

Peter laid there for what seemed like hours until his spider-sense tingled in the back of his head. It wasn't a sharp sensation like when true danger lurked around the corner but more like a dull warning that something was off.

He lifted his head as the window to the fire escape slid open and Gwen slipped inside his apartment wearing next to nothing and wrapped in a large fuzzy blanket. She closed the window behind her and turned to him - meeting his eyes from across the room.

Her's we're to large for her pretty face as she closed the space between them; crawling into his bed and wrapping her body around his. "Are you alright?" Peter whispered; afraid to raise his voice in the darkness of the room. Gwen nodded; pulling him in closer with her cold limbs.

"I couldn't sleep. Not without you." She whispered against his neck; her cool lips grazing his jugular. Peter swallowed hard - pulling Gwen closer to his body; running his hands down her back and to her ass in a half attempt to warm her. "Me neither…" He assured - smiling as her mouth found his and she kissed him deeply causing a groan to escape his throat.

"Peter," Gwen whispered - pulling away just enough to gaze into his eyes. Her bright hues searched his in the dark as his arousal grew between them; her soft breath on his lips. "I love you." Her words were quiet but strong between them. She didn't use any words of doubt. She was truly, completely in love with him. "I love you, too. Gwen."

"Show me?" She asked, just as quietly as his mouth found hers once again and he kissed her with everything he had - moving his hands down the bend of her body and hooking her panties as he went - sliding them down her shapely legs. He did the same with his sweats before allowing his fingers caressed her thigh then the curve of her perfect ass; sliding across her stomach before stopping at her breast - lifting the thin material of her shirt carefully as he ran a palm over her hard nipple.

Breaking their kiss Peter trailed his lips down her neck, kissing the soft skin below her ear before moving on to replacing his hand with his tongue.

A sharp gasp escaped Gwen's throat as Peter's tongue swirled slowly around each nipple before he continued down to her stomach; turning her slightly so she laid on her back before him - chest heaving as his eyes roamed her perfect body - her legs parting as he leaned back down and buried his face between her tights. Gwen cried out as his tongue slipped inside of her and a moan escaped him; his hands pulling her squirming body down to his eager mouth.

A moment later Gwen's head fell back to the pillow and her fingers intwined in his hair; holding him in place as his tongue circled her clit until she came undone around him. When their eyes met again Gwen was breathing heavily - looking up at him with a sobering expression; the love she had for him was apparent on her face as her hands trailed up his chest and pulled him down to kiss her again.

Peter groaned as she kissed him deeply; wrapping her legs around his waist as he entered her slowly; her warmth enveloped him and her own moan left her throat.

"Jesus, Gwen… I fucking…" He buried his face in the bend of her neck as she gripped him tightly and met his deep thrusts with the sway of her hips. "…love you…" He breathed against her skin; wrapping an arm under her hips as he fucked her with everything he had - causing her to cry out as pleasure took over her body.

His release followed quickly as he buried himself inside her with a groan; collapsing on top of her as she wrapped her arms around his back and held him as he breathing slowed. Peter lifted his exhausted head up slowly; finding her waiting mouth. "How did I get so lucky to find you?" He whispered against her lips; turning quickly so they changed positions and Gwen laid her head on his chest. "I'm the lucky one, Ace…" She assured softly; closing her eyes as his fingers traced a line down her spine. A minute later they were both asleep.

X

"How the hell did you get these, Parker?"

Jonah harsh voice echoed through the building; pounding in his head as he placed Peter's phone closer to his face. Several pictures of Wilson Fisk being carted off to prison stared back at him - causing the angry old man to laugh. It was an eerie sight.

"I helped Spider-Man once so a few nights a week he'll take my camera with him on patrols. How much for these?"

"Much? Oh. What do we usually do? Fifty for the lot. Email them to me. Quickly."

"Uh, Mr. Jameson these are exclusives. It's gotta be more than fifty this time."

Jameson turned to face Peter quickly - glaring.

"Fine. Seventy-five." Peter snatched his phone from Jonah's grasp and turned to leave; mumbling something about a rival blogger paying top dollar. "Parker! Wait! Jesus you really drive a hard bargain. How's two hundred sound?"

Peter brightened. He'd wanted to take Gwen out on a real date for a while now but Jameson kept nickel and dimming him.

"Make it five and you've got a deal."

Jameson narrowed his eyes then signed.

"Fine. Get Mary to write you a check on your way out."

X

"Can you believe my dad was doing a sting! He had all those dirty cops arrested and even had a prisoner wear a wire!" Gwen said with a laugh - holding on to Spider-Man tightly as he swung them through the city.

"I know. Crazy." Peter muttered; tightening his grip on Gwen. What if he would have accused Captain Stacy of being crooked? Gwen would never forgive him. He would have lost her.

Peter landed on their shared fire escape gracefully; keeping Gwen close as she smiled up at him; removing his mask carefully.

"Everything alright with you?" She asked, searching his dark eyes as he let his hands move down her back to cup her ass. "Everything's great. Your dad is a true hero."

"You don't want to talk about my dad. What is it?" Gwen continued; pressing her body into his - distracting him. Peter bent his head down so that their mouths were close. "I want to take you out, tomorrow night - on a real date. I got you something." He whispered, kissing her quickly before he nodded to her apartment. Gwen squealed with delight and turned to her window; forcing it open quickly. She climbed inside with Peter on her tail.

To her surprise there was a simple black garment bag laying on her bed. Gwen turned to Peter with wide eyes. "New York and Co? Peter… this is to much."

"The guy that works there… Francesco.. helped me pick it out. Open it."

Gwen turned back to the bag and unzipped it slowly; her breath catching in her throat as she pulled the velvet textured black dress from its holder and held it up. It was short with a V design near the bottom and fine detailed lace clasping the back.

"Peter… it's beautiful."

When she tuned to face him again he was holding a long black box; smiling. Before she could protest he opened the lid and pulled out the delicate shimmering necklace.

Gwen's mouth fell open as Peter closed the space between them and held the gift out to her. "This was my aunt May's. She saved up all summer when she was a teenager to buy it. By the time I came around she barely wore it but she always told me if I ever found a girl worth having it I should give it to her."

"Peter…"

"You're worth having it, Gwen."

Gwen allowed Peter to hook the necklace around her throat; touching the icy jewelry as it shimmered with the light of her room.

"It's beautiful. Thank you."

Peter smiled. "I'll meet you outside tomorrow evening at 6." He assured, kissing her gently before moving towards the window. "You're leaving?"

"I need to patrol. With most of your dads men in prison they need all the help they can get. Plus they say absence makes the heart grow fonder." He said with a grin, winking at her before he pulled his mask back on and zipped out of the window quickly - leaving Gwen alone in her apartment.

"I don't think my heart can grow anymore fond of you, Peter Parker." She whispered - returning her attention to the beautiful dress.

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