A/N: Hey guys, hope you all are doing good! Nothing really to say about this chapter other than I wanted to have a more easy breezy chapter before things get chaotic again.

In other news, I have played Spider-Man on PS4 non stop since it came out. If you have a PS4, go and get it. It is, in my opinion, the best Spider-Man game ever made, and is one of the best Spider-Man pieces of media in general. The gameplay, graphics, and story are all amazing and well done.

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

It was a beautiful Spring day in New York City. There was barely a cloud in the sky, as the sun shined brightly upon the joyful citizens who were walking the streets, enjoying the weather. People were out, walking their dogs, being with their significant others, playing with their children, or just exploring the city on their own. The traffic was as busy as always, with cars bumper to bumper honking and beeping at each other. It was a perfect day for the city.

And it was a perfect day for Spider-Man.

"Hello New York!" He bellowed, swinging high above the city streets in his regular red and blue costume, getting pointed at by the people below who saw him. He leapt from web line to web line, ecstatic to be able to do so. "Gosh I missed you!"

Peter had just recently returned to his home after accidentally taking a trip to space. After days fighting off an entity named Morlun alongside the Guardians of the Galaxy, he was more than happy to be able to swing around the familiar neighborhoods once again.

The Web Head moved quickly, relishing the fresh Spring air hitting him as he did so. "Man, this is exactly what I needed! No crazy dictators, no crazy monster guys, no crazy space buccaneers, just me, my thoughts, my webs, and a super nice day. There is no way today could get any better."

Spidey landed on the side of a building, sticking to the wall as he started crawling alongside it. Suddenly, he heard police sirens, and as he looked down, he saw several squad cars barreling down the street. "Hey look, I was wrong," Peter quipped to himself, swinging after the cops.

After a few moments, he caught up to them, to see that they had surrounded the front of a large bank. Perched on top of a nearby flagpole, he saw several robbers wearing ski masks through the windows, all armed with what looked like machine guns.

He looked down back to the front of the bank, to see that Captain George Stacy had appeared behind the cop cars, holding a megaphone, alongside several armed officers with their weapons trained on the front door. The police captain brought the megaphone up to his lips, and turned it on. "This is Captain George Stacy," he said, his voice amplified enough to carry towards the bank. "We have you surrounded. Let the hostages go, and we promise that you will get out safely."

"Screw you, pigs!" One of the robbers cried, hiding behind a wall inside of the bank, slightly poking his head out to look out the window. "You either let us go, or everyone in here dies!"

"Oh man," one of the other robbers inside said, pacing back and forth on the tiled floor. "This wasn't how it was suppose to go down. We were suppose to get the money and get out. I don't want to kill anyone."

"Shut the hell up, Ricky!" A third robber yelled, as he leaned against one of the many pillars in the room. "We ain't gonna kill anyone if we don't have to!"

"No first names, you dumbass!" A fourth one scolded, as he had his gun aimed at the people laying on the floor, all of them too scared to move.

"Aw, but how else are we going to get to know each other?"

The robber in charge of the hostages looked up, only to be met with two spandexed feet directly into his face, knocking him down to the ground, out cold.

"What?" One of the other robbers questioned, before seeing Spider-Man flip above their heads, landing on a counter.

"Wow," Spidey said, looking at the criminals. "Crooks robbing a bank in ski masks? You guys are sooo original."

"It's Spider-Man!" One of them cried, before they raised their guns.

"What? Where?" Peter joked, jumping into the air as the robbers opened fire. Spidey stuck to the side of a pillar, before leaping off and landing on another one. "Oh, here I am!" He shot a web at one of the robbers, hitting them in the face and blinding them. As he recoiled, Peter shot a few more web lines nearby, slingshotting himself into the blinded robber, delivering a huge punch that knocked him into another crook. The young hero then webbed the two against a wall, incapacitating them.

"Ok, that makes three," Spider-Man mumbled to himself. "Now, where's number..."

He trailed off, as he looked at the forth robber, who stared back at him with wide eyes, his gun hanging slackly in his arms. Realizing his situation, the robber raised his gun up, shakily pointing it at the Wall Crawler. "Don't move!" He said. "I'll...I'll shoot!"

Peter scratched the back of his head. "Uh, Ricky, right?" He asked.

The robber slowly nodded his head, still pointing the gun. "Uh, yeah," Ricky said, trying and failing to stay calm. "I swear, you move, and you'll...you'll be full of holes."

"Ok, Ricky, I'm not going to lie to you, that was really lame," Spidey told him. "Seriously, 'fill me full of holes'? Come on, you could better than that."

"Oh," Ricky mumbled, a bit hurt.

"Secondly, there's no way you're getting out of here Scott free," Peter informed him. "You did try to rob a bank and took a bunch of hostages. Sorry pal, but them's the..."

Suddenly, Peter felt light headed, and dizzy. His legs felt like jelly, as he started to stumble around, his vision getting blurry.

Ricky narrowed his eyes, confused at what was happening. As Spider-Man held his head though, obviously woozy, Ricky realized that this would be his only chance. He aimed carefully, and opened fire.

At the last possible second, Peter regained his strength, and leaned backwards, narrowly dodging the bullets. Now fully aware of what was happening, Peter cartwheeled towards the crook, kicking him right in the jaw, knocking him out.

"Jeez..." Peter said, looking around at his handiwork. "Guess I'm still not back at full strength. Oh well, it could've been worse, I guess."

Unexpectedly, the doors to the bank had burst open, and several officers in SWAT gear stormed inside, pointing their weapons at the teenager. "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" The lead officer yelled.

"Me and my big mouth," Peter muttered to himself, as he slowly raised his hands above his head. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"You're under arrest!" The officer barked.

"For what!?" Spidey asked. "Punching robbers in the face? Saving people? Wearing a super nice looking outfit?"

"For endangering lives with your reckless interference in police business," the officer said. "Now down on the ground!"

"Stand down!"

Everyone turned to see Captain George Stacy walk in, with a slight limp, a cane, and a stern look on his face. "I said stand down!" He ordered, making all the officers lower their weapons. He looked at the lead officer, frustrated. "So, since when were you the on in charge here?"

"Uh, sir, I was just-"

"Trying to arrest Spider-Man?" The police captain finished for him.

"He was breaking the law, sir, I-"

"If it wasn't for Spider-Man, things would of been a lot worse," Stacy told him. "We are not going to punish a concerned citizen for helping save lives. Are we clear?"

The officer went quiet for a moment. "Yes, sir."

"Good," The captain said, before turning to the others. "Now how about you all tend to the poor people who were taken hostage?"

They listened to him, as they began to tend to the citizens. George then turned towards the Web Head, and got a warm smile on his face. "Hey Spidey, how are ya?"

"Pretty great, all things considering," The wall crawler said, calming down and shaking the man's hand. "How about you?"

"Getting better all the time," The captain said, gently tapping his leg. "Where the heck have you been?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Spider-Man said.

"Try me."

"...I was in space with a talking tree and a raccoon."

Stacy went quiet for a moment. "You're right, I don't believe you."

"See?"

"But it is a relief to see you," he continued. "I was worried when you dropped off the grid, but my daughter kept saying that you were probably ok."

At that, something clicked in Peter's head. "...your daughter?"

"Yeah, I said that you might of been fighting off some really bad people somewhere the media couldn't find you," George told him. "But she kept saying you were probably on vacation or something."

"Uh, well, I guess you were both kinda right," Spidey told him, as he slowly began walking backwards out of the bank. "Uh, listen, I just remembered I have a thing, you know, super powered people business, and, uh, I'm kinda late to it, so, uh, I gotta run. See ya!"

With that, Spider-Man left the bank, jumped high into the air, and started swinging away. George followed him out, and looked at the young hero leaving, a knowing smile on his face.

"Almost there!"

"Uh huh."

"Seriously!"

Peter, now in his street clothes, was running down the sidewalks of Queens as fast as possible, dodging as many people as he could as he held his newly acquired smartphone to his ear.

"I'm just around the corner!" Peter said, nearly bumping into a large man as he turned. The man frowned at him, but Peter was too focused on getting to his destination to care, as he simply kept moving. He kept moving, and moving, and moving...

Until he accidentally bumped into someone. Quickly, to prevent them from falling, he wrapped his arms around them, holding them tight towards him. He looked down at the slightly shorter person, to see a familiar, and slightly frustrated face. "Hi, Honey," he said, sheepishly.

Gwen Stacy looked into his eyes, her eyebrows raised slightly. "You're late," she flatly told him.

"Only a little," he replied.

Gwen snickered. "And for you, that's a miracle," she said. "Uh, do you mind...?" She trailed off, looking at Peter's arms, that was still holding her close.

Peter smirked. "Do I have to?"

Gwen rolled her eyes, before pushing him off. The two shared a quick laugh, as Peter looked over, to see the outdoor fast food stand that he had agreed to meet his girlfriend at. A few people were standing in line at the sort of big shack, but overall it was surprisingly slow. "So, what are you gonna order?" The brunette asked.

"I already ordered," Gwen told him, giving him a smile.

"Order 121!" One of the workers in the stand shouted, as he put a bag of food on the counter, along with a few drinks.

Gwen took a quick peek at a receipt she was holding in her hand. "That's us!" She said, as the two walked up, grabbed their food, and found an empty table to sit at.

The blonde reached into the bag, and pulled out a large salad, covered in grilled chicken, for herself. She then pulled out what looked liked a wrapped up burger and fries, and handed them to Peter.

"Is this a-?"

"A double bacon cheeseburger?" Gwen finished for him. "Yes it is."

Peter then took a sip of his drink from a straw. "And a root beer?" He asked, still a bit surprised.

"What can I say, I know you," She said, shrugging.

Peter smiled, before suddenly feeling guilty. "Sorry for being late," he said. "I do feel bad. I just got..." he looked around, to make sure no one was around. "...distracted."

"It's ok," she assured. "I kinda figured. So what was it this time?"

"Just a bank robbery," Peter said. "I actually ran into your dad there. He looks great."

"That's because he's actually listening to me and taking his medicine," she said. "That, and he's doing a lot of physical therapy. I'm proud of him."

"You should be," the secret hero honestly said. "Your dad's awesome."

The two ate in silent contentment for a few moments, before Gwen suddenly remembered something, tapping Peter's hand in excitement as she quickly swallowed her food. "Oh, I forgot! While you were gone, Mary Jane and Harry finally got together!"

Peter almost choked on his burger. "Whoa!" He exclaimed. "So they're..."

"They're official," Gwen confirmed. "They're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Jeez, I missed out on some stuff," Peter realized, as he wiped his hands on a napkin. "Good for them, though. It's about time."

"Right?" Gwen agreed.

"Seriously, do you think we were that hard to look at?"

Gwen furrowed her brow, confused. "What do you mean?"

"The whole 'will-they-won't-they' shtick. For us it might not of seemed like much, but to them..."

"Oh, we probably drove them crazy," Gwen laughed. "But I'm happy for them. Especially for Harry."

"Yeah, he deserves having something nice," Peter agreed.

Gwen sighed. "He does. He's been having a hard time at home lately. Apparently his dad's been working on something for weeks and has barely been home. And when he is..."

Peter squinted at her, noticing the pause. "What?"

"He talks about you," Gwen revealed. "A lot. Norman sees you as a son."

"Well, yeah, I know that," The brunette replied.

"No, you don't get it. He sees you as a son he never had."

"What?" Peter asked, before realizing what his girlfriend meant. "Oh...oh...but, Harry's amazing."

"Not to Mister Osborn, I guess. His big thing was that Harry was sitting around doing nothing while you were with Stark in Europe."

Peter deeply frowned. "I had no idea..."

Peter couldn't help but blame himself. He never realized how highly Norman praised him, and he never knew how negatively this affected Harry. Hearing your dad praise your best friend instead of you must sting like nothing else.

"Hey," Gwen said, interrupting his thoughts. "Don't worry about it. Harry is doing ok, regardless. The only thing he's frustrated with you about is how you weren't answering his texts when you were 'on vacation'.

Peter scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I didn't really have a lot of chances to talk on the phone."

"What exactly happened when you were over there?" Gwen asked.

Peter opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the sound of screeching tires filled the air. The teenagers turned towards the street next to them, to see a silver Buick barreling dangerously down the street. The car recklessly swerved around traffic, narrowly avoiding hitting some pedestrians that were crossing the street.

"He's going to get someone killed!" Gwen gasped.

Peter quickly realized what he had to do. He turned to his girlfriend, with apologetic eyes. Gwen met his gaze, and gave an approving nod.

"I'll be right back," Peter told her, as he got out of his seat.

"I know," she replied.

"I'll get you a milkshake!" He called over his shoulder, as he started running.

"You better!" She called back, laughing slightly as she watched Peter vanish out of sight. She couldn't help but smile to herself, happy that her boyfriend is back home, and ready to do his thing.

"Ok, probably not the best move bailing on Gwen on the first real date we were able to go on."

Spider-Man quickly swung after the speeding car, trying to get to it before it could hurt anyone. He launched himself off the top of a flag post, doing everything he could to gain speed.

"Then again, probably wouldn't be a good move to just let this guy drive all willy-nilly," he said to himself, as he looked down, noticing a police car with its sirens on, also on the trail of the car. Peter hurried faster, before finally getting above the crazed Buick. The car was still swerving erratically, causing other cars in traffic to try to drive out of the way when it went into the opposite lane. A mini van swerved out of the way to avoid a head on collision, but its tires lost traction, causing the entire thing to flip over on its side, screeching loudly as it jumped the curb to get onto the sidewalk, barely slowing down enough to not instantly crush a few people caught in its path. Instead, the three people were pinned against a wall, screaming in pain and fear as it happened.

"Oh my god!" Peter gasped, witnessing the entire thing. He quickly got off course, redirecting himself to the accident. He landed on top of the flipped car, crawling to the window of what would be the driver's side.

"Help us!" One of the pinned citizens, a woman, cried.

"Don't worry!" The wall crawler assured. "I'm going to get all of you out of here!" He then looked down, and ripped the door off, to see another woman in the drivers seat, a small gash on her head, being held up by her seat belt. "I gotcha, I gotcha," he gently told her.

She nodded, a scared look on her face, as Spidey grabbed her outstretched hand, and ripped the seat belt off of her.

"Is there anyone else inside?" He asked.

"No," she said, as the hero got her out of the mini van. "I was going to pick my kids up from soccer practice."

"Well, might be a good idea to call someone else to pick them up," Peter told her, as he gently set her down on the street. She got away from the car, as Peter hopped on the wall right next to the people who were pinned by the car. "Ok, your turn," he said, as he wriggled his feet in the narrow opening between the people and started pushing. With a groan of strain, he used his strength to slowly push the car away from him, a few sparks and a loud screech emitting from it. Finally, the van was pushed far enough away for the people who were stuck to get free, causing them to fall to the ground, holding their legs, but otherwise ok.

"Wait for the ambulance, I got a joyride to stop," he told them, before swinging off, back in pursuit.

Rushing himself, he quickly got himself back on track, seeing the police car still following the wild Buick, but starting to fall far behind. The car was still barreling dangerously down the street. It only took a few seconds for him to get right back over the runaway vehicle.

"Ok, time for a little Spidey speeding ticket," the web head mumbled to himself, before letting go of his web line for a second. He aimed carefully, shooting web after web at the cars tires, eventually causing it to stick to the road, unable to move.

The car was still trying to move, the motor crying as it pushed itself, only to no avail. The engine eventually burned out, killing the car.

Peter landed on the top of a light post, looking down at the trapped car. After a few seconds, the driver's side door opened up, only for a guy wearing a sleek hoodie, and a black motorcycle helmet with a large, white 'O' etched on it to step out of the car. He had a smartphone in his hand, as he held it up, filming himself.

"WOOO!" The driver cried in ecstasy. "That was awesome! And look at that!" He said, pointing the phone at Spider-Man. "The NYPD couldn't stop Overdrive! It had to be an actual super-powered hero!"

Peter looked at the guy, extremely confused. "What is happening right now?"

The guy, Overdrive, laughed excitedly. "You're our special guest on my live stream, bruh! Overdrive's Raceway!"

"Wait," Spidey said, dropping down onto the street from his perch. "Live stream?"

"Yeah, my man!" The driver said. "I've been doing car stuff on social media forever, but stuff like this is what gets me the views! Gotta get those likes! Get that internet presence up!"

"You...you did this for social media?" Peter questioned.

"Of course!" He replied, not phased at all and still riding the high. "This is going on the Book, the Snap, the Insta, the Twit, the...well I guess it's just Twitch, the-"

"Ok, ok," Peter interrupted, frustrated. "Enough of that. I'm starting to see why people hate millennials. You almost killed people because you wanted to post a joyride on the internet!?"

"Yeah!" Overdrive answered without a second of hesitation.

"...am I on a prank show right now?" Spidey asked.

"Nope, live stream my dude! You know, you got some hearing issues man." The crook said. Quickly, he went back to his car, patting the top of it. "Oh, before you go, tell me how you like my souped up Buick? Pretty sweet, right?" He looked down at the webbed tires. "Hey, those things aren't gonna last, right? They're cool and all, but those webs mess up the tires, know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I hear they also mess up hoodies," Peter told him.

"Huh?"

Spider-Man then shot some webs at Overdrive, trapping him to the side of his car, the hand holding his phone being pinned next to his head.

"Hey!" Overdrive cried. "What the hell dude?"

Spidey then shot another web line at the driver's phone, yanking it away from him and getting it into his own hand. He then pointed the camera to himself. "Hey everyone, it's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man here! You see this guy here?" He said, standing next to Overdrive and getting him into frame. "He's an idiot who made a soccer mom crash her car and almost squished some innocent people in the process. He also has a terrible name, a terrible costume, and teeeerrrible lingo. 'The Book'. Like, really? Who calls it that?"

"It's a thing," Overdrive lamely stated.

"No, no it's not," Peter told him, before noticing that the police have finally showed up. "Well, time for me to sign off. Don't do crimes, kids! Hashtag Spidey, Hashtag responsibility." With that, Peter jumped into the air, and started to swing away, throwing the phone over his shoulder, having it crack on the street.

"Aw man," Overdrive complained, before looking over to see a few officers staring at him. "Hey, is there wifi in jail?"

"What do you mean you got launched into space!?"

Peter had quickly made his way back to Gwen, and continued their date by walking around Central Park, drinking milkshakes. Peter finally kept his promise, and explained to Gwen what happened.

"Doctor Doom launched you into space!?"

She wasn't exactly thrilled.

Peter had his hands up, defensively, looking around nervously. "Hey, quiet down, I don't want anyone to hear."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, a bit quieter but still harsh. "I'm just trying to process the fact that my superhero boyfriend went to Europe and ended up fighting a dictator, and then somehow ended up getting launched into space!"

"...and got chased around by a space vampire that wanted to eat me."

"What!?"

Peter smiled sheepishly. "I, uh, I said-"

Gwen sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I just...I can't even."

"You can't even?" Peter questioned. "Did you actually just say that you can't even?"

"Yes," she answered. "I never said that I couldn't even before, but guess what, thanks to you Peter Parker, I have become a basic white girl."

"If it makes you feel better, I'm more than happy to grab some Starbucks and wear some yoga pants with you," Peter joked.

"Don't make me laugh, I'm mad at you."

"Well, I know something that will make you feel better."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Gwen asked, skeptically.

"I met aliens," Peter told her. "Like actual, honest to goodness aliens. Nice ones!"

Gwen's face softened, replaced with an excited expression. "Shut up! Really?"

"Yeah!" Peter answered. "Weirdly enough, there was another human out there, just flying around the cosmos. He was cool enough. But then there was a green guy who took everything literally, a green woman who was this super cool ninja assassin, there was a tiny plant and a raccoon with a gun."

"Wait, what?"

"And we fought that space vampire off on a ship graveyard planet until Iron Man showed up to save us."

"Were the aliens humanoid?" Gwen asked, nerding out. "Carbon based or silicon based?" She then gasped. "Did you get a DNA sample!?"

"The green ones were humanoid, I'm pretty sure they were all carbon based, and I didn't get any DNA, but I did get..." Peter scrounged around in his pocket, before taking something out, confusing Gwen.

"A mix tape?" Gwen asked, taking it in her hand.

"The human was a big fan of 70's and 80's pop songs," he explained. "And he made this for me to remember them by. Like the whole being in space thing wasn't enough."

Gwen giggled slightly. "That actually is pretty cool."

Their conversation was cut short by a shrill cry for help. Peter and Gwen faced towards where it came from.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" The voice, what sounded like a little girl, cried.

Peter looked at Gwen, apologetic. "I'm sorry, I know I just got back, but-"

"Go!" Gwen told him, pushing him. Peter nodded, running off and throwing away his milkshake.

In only a matter of moments, Spider-Man was zipping from tree to tree in Central Park, unable to fully swing, getting to the trouble as fast as he could.

"PLEASE!" The little girl screamed again, sounding like she was crying.

"I'm coming!" Peter yelled back.

He felt bad that his date kept getting interrupted, but he couldn't just let a little girl get hurt. He had no idea what was happening. Maybe she saw a crime happening. Maybe her parents got hurt or something. It didn't really matter, from the way she was screaming, it was clear she was in danger, and that she needed help.

Finally, Spidey landed on the parkway path, seeing a little girl, wearing a pink t-shirt and shorts, bawling her eyes out. She stopped, sniffling, to look at the web head. "S-Spider-Man?" She asked.

Peter looked at her, seeing that she was unhurt, and other than the tears running down her face, completely fine. "Yep, it's me!" He said, trying to put the girl at ease. "What's your name?"

"Cindy..." she said, quieting down a bit, but still gasping for air from crying.

"What's wrong Cindy?" Spider-Man asked. "Did you see some bad guys?"

Cindy shook her head no. "It's...it's Max."

"Max?" Peter asked. "Who's Max? What happened to him?"

Cindy pointed to a tree that was next to her, making the wall crawler look up at it. On a branch, high up, was a grey cat, with a collar around its neck. On the tag, it said 'Max'.

Oh you have got to be kidding...

Peter internally cried. He is literally about to save a kitten from a tree. He could hear Johnny Storm laughing at him already.

But it was the right thing to do, so he wouldn't hesitate. Even if it was slightly ridiculous.

"Don't worry," Spidey told the little kid. "I'll get Max down, ok?"

The girl sniffled. "You will?" She asked.

"Sure thing. They don't call me the world's best cat catcher for nothing," he quipped, jumping on the side of the tree, and crawling up it until he got to the cat.

"Ok, Max, here kitty kitty," he said, reaching out. When he got his hand close though, Max hissed, causing Peter to take his hand back. "Whoa, calm down Max, I'm here to get you down to Cindy." He reached for Max again, only for the cat to viciously bite him on the hand.

"OW!" Peter cried, pulling his hand back again. "Bad kitty!"

"Are you ok?" Cindy asked. "Max can get kinda grouchy."

"I'm ok, don't worry, all part of the plan!" Spidey told her, before focusing again on the cat. "Ok, I'll dealt with octopuses, scorpions, rhinos, aliens, robots, and Natasha before her morning coffee. I can handle a cat." He reached again, getting an even more vicious bite on his hand, as the cat also dug its claws into the young man as well. "OW!" He yelped again, pulling his hand back once more.

"What's going on here?"

Peter looked down, to see that Gwen had walked over, standing next to the little girl, a smile on her face, thought a questioning look in her eye.

"Don't worry Gw-I mean, miss," Peter corrected. "Everything's fine, just trying to get this furry guy back to his owner. He's just being a bit...cranky."

"Maybe you should give him a treat?" Gwen suggested, holding up a milkshake.

Spider-Man looked down at her with blank lenses. "Maybe I should give him a treat," he parroted, shooting a web line to snag the milkshake out of Gwen's hand, and bringing it towards him. He took off the lid for the milkshake offering it to Max, who sniffed it for a second, before he started lapping it up. "There we go," Peter softly said, before he began scooping the cat up with his other arm. He got a decent hold of Max.

Unfortunately, the cat decided he was done with the milkshake.

As Spider-Man was about to drop, his spider sense slightly gnawed at the back of his head. He looked right at the pet to see it lunge straight at his face, biting him and digging its claws into his head.

"AAAAAHHH!" He cried, falling out of the tree, letting go of the milkshake in the process. He landed flat on his back, the cat safely landing on his stomach, before running away from the web head. Peter pushed himself up, before the milkshake landed on his head, the cup standing straight up as the ice cream ran down his mask.

He heard a camera shutter sound, looking up to see Gwen, holding the cat, who was purring softly, and pointing a phone at him. Cindy, standing next to the blonde, was laughing hysterically, as the cat jumped from Gwen's arms back into hers.

"Please don't put this on the Book," Spidey weakly begged, embarrassed.

"Don't worry," Gwen assured, laughing. "This is just for me. And who calls it 'the Book'?"

"It's a thing."

"No, it's not," Gwen said, still laughing.

Peter attempted to clean himself up, as he sighed. This could only happen to him.

Thinking to himself, he stared at Gwen for a second, enjoying her laugh, as he smiled under his mask. The sun was starting to set, as the light was getting caught in her blonde hair, highlighting her already beautiful features.

This could only happen to him.

And maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.