"What where am I?"
"Oh Peter, dear you're awake! Hurry up or you will be late for school!"
"Aunt May!? You're alright?"
"Peter, of course I'm alright. What're talking about?"
"What? But you- I mean just a nightmare."
"Now eat those wheat cakes now, or you won't have enough energy."
"Okay."
14 minutes later... ...
I must be dreaming! Peter thought as he got to school.
Aunt May's back, no Hydra plans to take over Russia. But I can't be dreaming, maybe the machine did this? Am I in an alternate timeline? What-
"Hey, Pete!"Harry greeted from behind.
Not that I can stay here for a little while right?
"Hi, Harry!"
It's a wish come true!
"Where's Gwen?"
Oh no.
"Hey, guys!"
"Hi, Gwen!"
"Hi, um... ... Gwen."
"Peter, why are you getting nervous after Gwen showed up?"
'Promise me, Peter leave Gwen out of it.'
Snap!
"Um... ... gotta go to class," Peter said with guilt.
"What's gotten into him?"
"Don't know."
Peter closed the door of the bathroom tiring to calm down.
"It's okay Peter. She's still alive. I won't let her go again!"
Back with Harry and Gwen,
"Pssh, Gwen."
"Harry, the teacher's coming!"
"Peter isn't here yet!"
"He'll come."
"Miss Stacy, I advise you to listen to the lesson as we are about to start."
"Yes, Doctor Conners."
"Now, where is Peter?"
"Here sir," Peter said depressed as entered the classroom and sat the seat farthest from Gwen.
"Good, now everyone turn to page 69, and-"
After class,
"Hey, Pete!"
"Hey, Harry... ..."
"You have some serious explaining to do!"
"I'm fine!"
"No, you're under depression."
"Listen, I just need to stay away from you guys for a while."
"Why, Peter? You need help."
"Please-"
"I'm over it, Peter! If Gwen was still here, you'll be dead!"
"Don't you understand! I can't see you guys anymore."
"What?Why?"
"Because you'll die, Osborn! Just like you're worthless father did!"Peter shouted as he walked away.
Peter slammed the door of the bathroom behind him as he covered his mouth in shock.
Why did I do that? I can't even control myself! He's probably going to hate me now!
What're you worried about? Who cares about that. You had your emotions cleanout, doesn't it feels good?
What? Who's speaking to me!
Come out and look at the mirror.
Peter opened the door and was horrified of his reflection, to say the least.
Be careful what you wish for Parker.