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Another angsty Peter-3 fic, oof! This one has some connection with my 'I got rageful, I got bitter', but not necessary to read that one either.

Peter turned around, seeing the little boy return to his mother, who picked her boy up, tears of relief running down her cheeks.

The people were all clapping. Peter almost smiled at the reunion of mother and son, only, it wasn't the mother anymore.

It was Gwen.

She looked at him, a disappointed look in her eyes, disapproving of him.

He turned away, facing Rhino instead. Even staring at his unpleasant antics was better than Gwen's disapproving face.

Of course he knew what he would see more.

Peter saw his classmate from college in the hospital, unconscious with a broken body, having been assaulted brutally by a serial rapist, who he was going to make sure couldn't hurt anyone ever again.

Her boyfriend and parents cried over her, as he prepared to walk off, but the girl seemed to be looking at him.

It was Gwen, giving him a look of disapproval. Of course, he couldn't expect anything else, he'd involved her in his activities and it had led to her death.

He deserved it.

It was a rainy night as Peter angrily stared at the three sex traffickers he had brutally wounded with his punches, one having a damaged skull, another having broken kneecaps, and the last one being electrocuted badly.

Turning around, he gently picked up the girl who'd escaped them, another classmate of his, and carried her away, deciding to drop her near the police station.

He looked down at her face to see if she was okay, and Gwen stared back at him, shaking her head, looking displeased.

Peter turned away.

The lead trafficker was on the ground, writhing in pain, as his region had been damaged beyond repair by Peter due to attempting to rape one of the women he'd kidnapped, the sister of the one he'd saved before.

He picked up the sister in his arms, carrying her out bridal style, as her leg was broken.

Unable to resist the urge, he looked at her face. Gwen looked at his, disdain for him in her eyes.

Peter didn't look again.

"AAAAHHHH!" Michelle fell backwards, tumbling off the collapsing scaffolding.

Ned tried to catch her. "MJ!" But he lost his own footing and barely managed to save himself, holding himself back as he dangled for his own dear life.

Peter saw MJ falling, and dove after her, reaching out. He was almost there, his hand was stretched out, and MJ was about to grasp it.

WHAM!

Green Goblin slammed into Peter, carrying him in the opposite direction!

MJ's eyes were wide in horror as she plummeted, preparing for the end.

Who would save her now?

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter-3 leapt into action, jumping himself as he pushed falling debris out of the way.

This wasn't the Statue of Liberty, it was the Clock Tower. Gwen Stacy was falling, looking up in terror.

No relying on webs for the save now, they were only good for swinging and wrapping up. The debris was his friend. Using that, he kept thrusting himself forwards.

He heard a gasp of relief as he caught Gwen in his arms, and fired a web upwards, steadying them both.

For a second, he wanted to laugh. But the Clock Tower was gone. It was the Statue of Liberty. The woman in his arms was Michelle Jones.

And she was safe!

"Are you okay?" Peter-3 asked MJ.

"Yeah, I'm okay", MJ nodded, relieved that she was alive.

Peter-3 looked down for a bit.

"Are you okay?"

Peter-3 looked at her. Gwen looked back at him, a smile on her face, a smile of pride and approval.

Managing a smile on his own tear-stained face, Peter-3 nodded. He was okay. He was okay now.

He had saved her.

Well, this was something. I've written about this scene in NWH from literally every angle I can think of, and its always gut punching.

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with some other update.