October 7nd - 2021

"Gwen?!" Peter closed the wardrobe of his bedroom and called his wife, while clumsily slipping his Spider-Man boot on his right feet as he headed towards the living room in a fast pace.

"Yes?!" Gwen replied from the kitchen, standing in front of the stove and preparing their meal that she learned with Aunt May's help a few days ago.

Peter entered the living room, seeing Elizabeth sat on the couch, calmly watching an infant's cartoon that was passing on the television. "Have you seen my mask? I can't find it and it's urgent!" He quickly turned his web shooters on and approached the counter that divided the kitchen and the living room.

She turned on her back and raised an eyebrow by his urgency. "I haven't, are you heading out now?"

"Yes! A crane is malfunctioning and it's constantly crashing against the Fisk tower." He explained, eying every corner of their apartment. "I'll clean the dishes later, but right now I just need my mask." He was about to wear a plastic sack when his daughter called from the couch.

"Dada!" Elizabeth stood up, leaning up on the back of the couch. She smiled to her father, happily waving his mask on the air with her right hand. "M-Mask!"

Peter approached her and gently grabbed his mask from her small and delicate hand. "You were hiding it during all this time?"

Elizabeth shook her head in response , before giving him a huge smile which was becoming one of her definitive traits. She indeed was a very happy child.

"Uh-hu...I swear I'm gonna have to buy a ballistic wardrobe to keep these things away from you." He kissed her forehead and pulled his mask down his face, becoming Spider-Man. He turned to Gwen's direction who was observing the scene while leaned on the counter. "I gotta go." He sent her a kiss with his gloved hand and hurried towards the window.

"Good luck-"

"Love you!" Peter jumped off the apartment through the living room window and swung towards the accident location, leaving his family to have lunch without him. Gwen still wasn't used with her husband's sudden moves, like quickly jumping of the window like if it was a normal thing to do, at least for her.

She shook her head and walked to the couch as Elizabeth raised her arms to Gwen direction. Wanting to be hold by her mother. Gwen picked her daughter and kissed the smooth skin of her cheek, before asking "Is my little girl hungry?"

Elizabeth giggled "Hungy!"

Spider-Man landed on top of a building where he had a clear view of the entire occurrence. Some meters away from him, he could see the Fisk Tower with a rather large hole on the left side. The letter F of 'Fisk' was already threatening to fall off the wall and down to the ground. He could also see the uncontrollable yellow crane over the building that faced the tower, slowly coming for another round and in a few minutes, it would smash the windows and probably hit some civilians that were stuck inside of the building if Spider-Man doesn't intervene.

There was two flag poles in front of him, one of the city and the second of the country. Between them, there was a space where he could boost himself with webbing andtowards the tower so that he could rescue the trapped workers before anything bad happened with them. With both hands, Spider-Man fired a single web-line to each pole and slowly walked backwards, applying a huge amount of force on the web lines he was holding and against the poles to create a tension so that he could launch himself on the air and quickly reach his destination.

After reaching the web's maximum elasticity point possible, Spider-Man quickly raised his legs from the floor, retracted and instantly got launched towards the sky, feeling the strong wind brushing against his suit material as he spun on the air, facing his objective.

Oh no...

Reflected on his lenses, a very small explosion happened on the back of the crane, causing the enormous estructure to violently smash it's front part against the building in a horizontal way, destroying the concretes and windows during the process.

Spider-Man noticed that two people got throw out of the building and were now falling towards the ground and among with the destroyed concretes. Seeing the debris coming, people started to ran away from the location to find shelter since a huge amount of rock was falling from the sky. Spider-Man reached the heigh above the building and naturally started his descend, losing the boost he had gained from the slingshot.

The closest civilian was a guy wearing a gray suit. He quickly jumped from a piece of concrete into another, evading the debris that were on his way towards the the person that needed his help. Everything was now slow, there was no space to mistake, one miscalculated move and a life could be lost. The debris in front of him finally opened, forming a straight path where he could pass through. He fired two web lines towards the first civilian's back and pushed him closer, placing an arm around his back as Spider-Man dove towards the second one. When inches from the woman, Spider-Man snaked an arm around her waist and brought her close to the free part of his chest as the brunette wrapped both arms around his neck, trying to adjust her body on his.

He hold the two civilians on his arms and managed to fire a biocable to the building on his front, slowing down the fall while entering a safe zone. He landed close to the police barricade and slowly helped the two civilians to stay on their feet since they probably were dizzy.

"Are you guys okay?" He asked, placing his hand in the woman's left shoulder and glancing the guy who sat on the asphalt. They calmly recovered their breath that was lost during the fall.

She looked up, revealing her green eyes which Peter instantly recognized. "Yes, thank you for saving my life.'

Wait...

Seven years ago...

"Mr Parker?" Felicia called, approaching the turnstile as Peter entered the Oscorp Tower through the main entrance.

"Yeah." Peter replied, turning to her direction.

"Hi, I work with Harry. Nice to meet you." She smiled as they shook hands.

"Hey, nice to meet you too." He started to follow her when she went back to the turnstile, before giving him an access card.

"This is for you."

"Okay, thank you." They headed towards the elevator to get in Harry's office who was patiently waiting for Peter so that they can talk about a very important matter. One that apparently could save Harry's life. Peter didn't even notice Gwen enter the building and pass through the same turnstile he did with her own access card after he stepped inside of the elevator with Felicia next to him.

Present Day

After some couple of seconds of just navigating through old memories, Peter brought himself back to reality and looked back to the woman who once was Harry's assistant. "I'm glad that you're safe." He quickly glanced the crane that suddenly stopped to work in matter of seconds after he had arrived. The power probably got shut down by the authorities. "The cops should handle this for now." He was about to leave when Felicia quickly placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from jumping.

"Have we meet before?" She asked, trying to remember where she had heard such familiar voice.

Spider-Man awkwardly shook his head and almost fell to the ground. "What? No! You might have seen me on the news." He replied, rubbing the back of his masked neck.

"But your voice is so familiar-"

"I have to go now!" Spider-Man interrupted her and jumped to the highest height possible and where his strength allowed him to before firing a biocable to the nearest building as he swung away from the now contained situation, leaving Felicia asking herself millions of questions about him on her mind. She was grateful to Spider-Man who saved her life, but she couldn't help and think about the such familiar voice.

A police offer arrived and asked "Are you okay, ma'am?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Felicia helped the man who the hero saved to stand on his feet since he was still sat on the floor, recomposing himself. Her phone that was in her jeans vibrated and surprised her because it managed to not slip off during the fall. She retrieved the device and opened the notification box, seeing rather strange text from the tower's CEO.

This wasn't any accident. Meet me at the Tower when you can.

- Wilson Fisk

December 18th - 2021

Miami

"First, let's go the market." Gwen nodded at Peter from the passenger's seat besides him. They entered the main avenue, seeing how much intense the transit was. Miami wasn't that different in comparison with New York at all.

Peter sighed. "Not even a small cat can pass through this transit. "

"Cat!" Both of them turned around to look at their daughter who was whacking the various plushy toys suspended over her travel seat. She turned to look at them before raising both eyebrows in a Gwen like way. "W-Where is...cat?"

"Not quite Liz." Gwen smiled kindly at Elizabeth as she corrected her daughter. "Where is the cat?"

Elizabeth screwed her face up in concentration for a few seconds before trying to repeat her mother's line. "Catty?"

"Almost there. Though, there isn't a cat I'm afraid," Peter gave Elizabeth a huge smile before turning back to driving the car. "She's getting a hold of talking remarkably well."

"Yeah, but I feel bad about correcting her all the time," Gwen shook her head before correcting herself. "I don't want to be patronising, or strict."

"You aren't being either, trust me. Surely the only way she'll learn is if we instruct her, it's no different than a teacher correcting a pupil," Peter gave her a reassuring look. "And you do it brilliantly well, she picks up on the mistakes and it's not at all like a telling off at all. You'd know if she didn't like it, it's clear she loves spending time with you."

"As long as it stays that way."

"I'm sure it will," Peter paused for a few seconds before chuckling. "I do find it cute though."

"What?"

He smiled. "When she repeats stuff that we're saying, it's sweet."

Gwen laughed. "If only everyone in the town knew you were such an adorable guy, then no one would ever be afraid of you or Spider-Man. "

"So that's why you never listen to me?" Peter put on a look of mock hurt, pouting at Gwen as he continued the jape. "Note to self, act more intimidating."

She giggled. "Not more intimidating, more manly."

"Excuse me ma'am, I am very manly indeed," Peter narrowed his eyes comically. "Using web shooters, being man of the house, making important decisions, having a very manly tough dog, that kind of stuff."

Gwen said nothing, instead she just shook her head slowly and smiled.

"What?"

She turned around to look at Elizabeth, sharing a significant look with her daughter.

"What do you reckon Liz? Is daddy really that tough?"

Elizabeth giggled before shaking her head. "No!"

"Oh I see how it is," Peter sniffed loudly. "Ganging up on your poor old dad eh? Such a sad..."

"Peter!" Gwen shouted suddenly as her husband stopped the car after not noticing that the traffic had stopped in matter of seconds. Once they were clear, Gwen placed her head in her hands. "This is why I should do the driving, you're used to freely swing around."

"We were miles away, at a safe distance." Peter protested, acting innocently.

"Your definition of a safe distance is about two centimetres," Gwen gave him a glare. "The legal definition is somewhat greater."

"Yeah yeah," Peter waved a hand dismissively. "Those are technicalities."

Gwen snorted. "Just because you're the hero of the city, that doesn't make you above the law."

"Not true," Peter sat up, puffing out his chest. "I am the law!"

"Uch," Gwen gave him a disapproving glare. "Despite the amount of his comics you read, you are not Judge Dredd."

"Am too."

"Am not."

"Am too."

"Am not."

"Am too, and you know it."

"Am not."

"Wait a second," Peter raised an eyebrow in surprise. "This would mean that you've read my comics, right?"

"I may have had a flick through one when I was tidying up the other day," Gwen shook her head, trying to hide a smile while teasing her husband. "Banal stuff and poor crafted storylines, I don't like it."

"That's a bit childish."

She challenged him with a grin. "You're childish."

"Yes," Peter grinned. "I'm allowed to be a little childish."

Gwen rolled her eyes yet again. "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because I'm so handsome, rugged, and manly."

"Oh?" Gwen challenged him, allowing a grin to cross her lips. "I suppose you are a little bit handsome, though the manly is still up for debate."

Peter sighed comically once more. "I can live with that I suppose."

"Good," Gwen turned back to face Elizabeth. "Now Liz, we're about to enter the tunnel, the car may get a little dark."

The toddler's green eyes were filled with curiosity as she looked up at Gwen. "D-Dark?"

"Yes," Gwen smiled kindly. "Don't worry though, it's all normal."

"We are going to the hotel later."

"Which Hotel?"

"We're not going straight to the hotel, we're actually making one stop first."

Peter pressed a finger to the doorbell, the buzzer of the apartment chiming like a traditional bell on Miami. A few seconds passed before the door was opened, the family being greeted by Mary Jane. She was attending to one of her shows at the city and Flash decided to go with her.

MJ smiled enthusiastically. "Good to see you guys again. "

"Hey MJ," Gwen gave her friend a hug. "How's it going?"

"Not too bad thank you," MJ smiled kindly at Gwen before turning to Elizabeth who was seated in her hover-pram. "Hello Elizabeth."

Elizabeth screwed her face up in concentration, seemingly searching for the correct words. "Aunty Mary!" She smiled. "How...you?"

"I'm good." MJ turned back to them. "Come on in, I don't want to leave you on the doorstep. Flash is around somewhere. Flash? Come and make yourself sociable!"

"I'm coming!"

Peter exchanged a bemused glance with Gwen as they followed MJ inside, though Gwen quietly dropped down to correct Elizabeth on her sentence. The toddler smiled happily as she listened and learnt, repeating the correction several times in varying tones on interest.

"How.. a-are you? H-How are..you?" She paused before looking up at Peter with her deep green eyes. "How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you," As Peter pushed the hover-pram into the sitting room he saw Flash descending from the upstairs. "Flash." He smiled.

"Hey guys." Flash greeted them formally, patting Peter on the back. "Welcome to the apartment. "

"Thanks for agreeing to this guys."

"To what?" Gwen and Flash spoke in unison and surprise.

MJ looked over at him. "Wait, you haven't told Gwen? "

"It was a surprise," He raised his eyebrow at the redhead. "You haven't told Flash?"

"It was a surprise," MJ placed a hand to her forehead.

"I'll explain," Peter turned to Gwen. "Basically, I know we're here for a family holiday and our late wedding anniversary, but I wanted to take you off for a romantic evening just for tonight. MJ agreed to look after Elizabeth tonight."

"Oh, I see," Flash turned to look at his girlfriend. "No problem for me."

"I just didn't want you to say no, if I didn't ask you then you couldn't say no," MJ gave him a little wink. "And you may enjoy it."

"I wouldn't refuse it." He kissed her cheek.

Meanwhile Peter looked over to Gwen, still waiting for her to speak.

"Erm...wow," She took his hand. "That's really lovely Peter, but I'm not sure about leaving Liz alone."

"She won't be alone, MJ will be fine with her."

"We've never left her alone before though." Gwen protested.

"She's been left with Howard and my Aunt plenty of times."

"Yes but..."

"Gwen," MJ interrupted them. "We will be fine with Elizabeth, she's always ever so good."

"Well...I suppose so," Gwen sighed as she conceded. "I'll leave you with her bag, it has spare clothes, food, some of her favourite toys. She's out of the nappy stage and almost into real pants but she sometimes has the occasional accident. You'll have to feed her in about an hour. She's speaking but, as you saw, most of the time she has trouble completing sentences. Make sure to correct her when..."

"Gwendolyne!" Flash interrupted her. "We will be fine with Elizabeth, MJ's word is enough. Go enjoy yourself!" He exclaimed with a smile.

"Well, I guess that's us told." Peter chuckled, glancing his confused wife. "We'll be off then," Peter knelt down in front of Elizabeth. "Now Liz, be a good girl for aunty MJ and uncle Flash OK? We'll see you tomorrow."

He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before standing up to allow Gwen access.

"Make sure you behave Liz," Gwen gave her a kiss as well before whispering. "Love you."

"C'mon then, Gwendy, times a wasting." The couple hold each other's hands.

"Yes, yes," Gwen rolled her eyes. "I better come now before I change my mind."

"Great," Peter smiled. "Thanks guys. See you later."

He placed an arm around Gwen as they headed out of the front door, MJ and Flash watching them leave after sharing their goodbyes. She looked over at her boyfriend, still with a bemused expression.

"You really are full of surprises Flash."

"So where are you taking me exactly?"

"Well," Peter grinned at her from the driver seat of their car. "At first I thought an art gallery would be nice."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but then I thought it may be a bit dull."

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Dull? For me, or you?"

"Definitely not for me, art's just not my thing," Peter shook his head. "It's got to be something we can both enjoy together."

"Oh god, you're not taking me to some swinging session, right?"

Peter chuckled. "No, I didn't think you'd appreciate that. But before anything else we should check into our hotel."

"Good idea."

Peter drove their car out from the busy road and towards the main parking lot, heading towards a large high rise building full of windows and balcony's.

"The Fontainebleau," A smile crept across Gwen's lips. "You realise that it is probably one of the most expensive hotels in the whole city?"

"Well, I'm not going to earn any new advances at the office anytime soon...maybe in the next century. "

Gwen dropped her voice. "You cannot understand how incredible this place is."

Peter smiled as he heard the rising enthusiasm in Gwen's tone. "Have I, by some miraculous chance, managed to do something good?"

"You have Peter Benjamin Parker," Gwen gave him a significant look. "Though you always manage to do good things. By miraculous chances."

Peter parked the car park by the front entrance. They pulled their luggage out of the boot before heading inside. Entering the front doors Peter couldn't help but gape, the building was incredible. Everything was marble, the floors, the walls, pillars, and what wasn't marble was gilded with shimmering gold, Paintings and tapestries lined the walls.

He realised he had been standing still whilst Gwen had already made it over to the reception desk, and he hurried up to her, noticing a very hidden smile settling on her lips.

"Hi, we have a reservation."

"Good afternoon Madame, Sir," The woman smiled kindly at them. "What is the name?"

"Parkers. "

"Hang on a second," She looked back down at her screen underneath the desk, pressing a few buttons. "Yes, we have you in the main suite. James?"

They followed her gaze to an old man in a suit who was approaching them. He stopped just next to them, giving a short bow, before taking all of their suitcases.

"Good afternoon."

"James will take you to your room, The main suite please main," She turned back to them, handing over a pair of key cards. "Have a pleasant stay. If there is anything that you need, please do not hesitate to ask."

They followed James into a nearby elevator made of glass, watching him scan a card in and select the private floors at the top of the hotel. As the elevator began to rise the walls of the lift shaft gave way to glass panels, allowing a fantastic view across the entirety of the hotel for the guests.

Soon the elevator slowed, the doors pinging open behind them on the top floor. They followed James out of the lift and up one small flight of stairs to a landing to where three doors greeted centre door was theirs though, and James opened it to allow them through.

The room was breathtaking, Peter had never seen luxury like it. Some part of the roof was only glassm. There was a pair of water features on either side of the lounge area.

"Wow," Peter whistled in amazement before looking back at the butler. "Thank you."

He bowed before leaving. "Please enjoy your stay."

They walked arm in arm into the bedroom, passing a kitchenette along the way, which was also amazing. The bed in the middle of the room was much like the one in their home, but larger. It t had a large love heart of rose petals in the centre. Gwen raised an eyebrow.

"Did you ask them to do that?"

"No," Peter shook his head. "Though the fact that tonight was a romantic escape for us was mentioned."

"Ah, that would explain it then," He noticed a grin begin to spread across Gwen's face. "You know, it would be ever such a shame to spoil something that they obviously went to so much trouble to make."

"That's true," He played along with the joke. "It would be rather mean."

"Indeed, though that's what we're paying for."

"Ah, but consider this – the bed looks so comfortable that it would be a crying shame not to use it. And there's satin sheets."

"That's a good counterargument," Gwen began to slowly back away from him, swaying her hips seductively and giving him a steamy look. "So, I guess we've reached a decision?"

"I think so," Peter nodded. "But lets not rush, there's things to do, Gwendy. " He smiled rather awkwardly because of his wife control that she has over him, with a simple contact of eyes, she could make him go crazy if she wanted.

"What?" She sighed. "You were getting me all worked up there."

"Sorry."

She looked up with an intrigued expression. "So are you going to take me off somewhere then?"

"Yep, there's actually a plan," He crossed his arms, giving her a grin. "Did you bring your dresses?"

MJ chuckled, looking to the infant sat on her lap and watching some cartoon that was passing on the TV. "C'mon little one, do you want something to eat or drink?"

"J-Jui..." Elizabeth tried to find the correct words.

"Juice?"

"Yes!" She happily smiled.

"All right then," MJ stood up, carrying Elizabeth with her, and walked from the living room into the kitchen, pulling out a carton of orange juice. She set the child down onto a chair and pulled a pair of glasses out of a cupboard, filling them both with orange juice she had bought earlier that day. It wasn't until she had finished that she remembered that Elizabeth had her own plastic cups, she wasn't necessarily able to manage a glass. "That was silly of me, Flash?"

It was a few seconds before Flash replied to her call as he entered the kitchen. "You called?"

"Do you want some juice?" She offered.

"Sure." Flash took the glass as MJ began to fill up one of Elizabeth's plastic cups with juice, handing it to the child. "Hm...I prefer the ones from New York, this one feels...different."

"Actually it's the same brand, but I think they have changed their production methods," MJ tried a sip before grimacing herself. "What do you think Liz?"

The toddler wrinkled her nose up at the cup. "Don't like."

"Well, we'll have to get you another drink," MJ ooked through the fridge, though there wasn't anything else there other than milk. "We have some milk, but that is it I'm afraid."

"I have an idea," Flash pulled out a large pan and filled it with water, placing it on the cooker to begin to boil. MJ watched him with intrigue, they had been living together for a year and she had seen him do many things she had originally not believed he would be interested in, but she had never seen him attempt to cook. "Do we have any candy? "

"Erm, yes I think so," She went into another cupboard, pulling out a couple of chocolate bars. She handed them to him with a quizzical expression. "What exactly are you doing?"

"I am making a hot chocolate, Pete showed me some years ago."

MJ was impressed. And surprised. "Wow, you really are being adventurous today Flash."

She watched him place a second, smaller pan inside the first – filling it with the chocolate. Soon it began to melt and congeal in the bottom of the pan, but by then Flash added a generous helping of milk to the mixture. As he stirred it it began to form a much thinner, deep brown liquid, giving off a rather enticing smell. After a few more minutes Flash pulled the pan off the cooker, pouring out the mixture into three mugs. MJ took a sip.

"Oh my god, why haven't you made this before?"

Flash laughed. "You never asked.

"Well, this is going to be a regular, it's delicious," MJ took another sip before looking down at Elizabeth who was happily guzzling on the hot chocolate. "What do you think Elizabeth?"

She looked up at them with a massive grin. "Mmm!"

MJ chuckled. "I think that is a vote of approval as well."

"That was most definitely a lovely dinner," Gwen pressed a kiss to Peter's cheek as they walked along the busy, illuminated Miami's streets. "Thank you."

"I think we should do this kind of thing more often, you agree?"

"You mean a holiday?"

"Not necessarily," He shook his head. "I mean going out on dates."

"I agree."

They moved along the walkway. "Once a week we should have a date night, go out and do something, or simply going to see a movie."

"That actually sounds like a nice idea," Gwen nodded. "We can get someone to look after Liz and just go off. Actually, I really like the idea of having more nights like this."

"Well, this night is not over," Peter ran a hand around her waist, stroking the smooth pale skin of her toned stomach revealed by the dress. "It's only young, as they say."

"That's too true," Gwen grinned. "There's a large comfy bed that's currently empty." She flirted.

"How correct you are," Peter pulled Gwen around to the right, walking past another set of busy restaurants to join another major, packed street. "But we're not quite ready for that."

"You're gonna make me wait even longer?" Gwen hummed with intrigue. "Clearly you have something good up your sleeve."

"Oh just maybe," Peter pointed ahead of them, towards a large building with a wide flight of stone steps leading up to it. "You know what that building is right?"

"Of course I know what..." Gwen stopped dead in her tracks, a small gasp escaping her lips. "You got tickets? For us?"

"Uh-hu, two VIP tickets for the Bolshoi ballet performing The nutcracker from Moscow. "

"Oh my..." Gwen's face was lit up with genuine amazement, and Peter savoured the moment. "It's my favourite ballet, I never had the chance to watch them in live. "

"Shows that I do listen sometimes eh?"

"A lot more than that my love." Gwen linked her arms within his as they headed up the steps, walking through the arched doors into the foyer.

The busy room was crowded, all waiting around to be admitted for the beginning of the performance. Peter led her straight through the throng of people to a roped off, rather grand staircase. The security guards there stepped aside without a moments hesitation, allowing the pair through.

"So we have the best box seat for the show, and refreshments at the interval," Peter explained to her as they rounded a corner, heading through the bar area outside the box seats. "Afterwards we get to meet the dancers, orchestra leaders, and all the other blokes who put this together, if you want of course, Jameson helped me with this, he isn't that bad."

"Peter, I can't believe you referred to the organisers as 'other blokes'," Gwen chuckled as they passed through another arch, red curtains held open by smartly dressed staff. It admitted them to their private box, right in the centre of the audience seats. "This is incredible."

"Glad I got it right," Peter surveyed the theatre as the rest of the audience began to file in.

"You do realise this has given you the biggest pile of brownie points in the history of the universe," Gwen flashed him a cocky grin. "Seriously, this is just amazing."

He kissed her cheek and gave her a wink in reply. "I'll look forward to collecting those brownie points this evening..."

"Most definitely," As the lights began to dim Gwen leant into him, allowing his hands to wrap around her shoulders as she made herself comfortable for the show. She gave him a final whisper before the music began, "But there's deductions is you fall asleep, and five dollars says you will."

Two hours later...

"So, what happens tomorrow?"

"Well," Peter drummed his fingers against Gwen's shoulders as they ascended in the elevator. Unfortunately it was rather busy, the elevator was full of people and was stopping every few floors, but they were desperate to get back to their room. "We collect Liz in the morning and then I was thinking we'd go to this brand new aquarium in the centre of town. It's incredible, they have nearly every kind of fish from loads of differents parts of the world."

"Oh she'll love that," Gwen grinned at him. "You'll love it too, I guess."

"I know, what a shame," He took another look at the control panel, twenrt more floors to go. "And the next day, I was thinking we'd go to this zoo here on the city. They have everything there as well, even Polar Bears!"

"You really are a bit nuts, you know that?" Gwen softly kissed his cheek. "Anything non-animal related for the other couple of days?"

"Well, I suppose you'll want to go shopping?" Gwen nodded enthusiastically, prompting Peter to chuckle. "And there'll be some really good museums, I mean ones that are actually interesting."

"I don't think you would find many museums that interesting Peter," She furrowed her brows. "Sometimes it seems like Miami has everything."

"With you here, you could say that the city is now complete." He whispered close to her ear, being careful so that only his wife could heard his words that made her spine shiver.

After taking her long shower with Peter impatiently waiting for his turn so that he can finally have the time he wanted to spend the rest of the night with his wife, Gwen decided to observe the city. She was standing in front of a rather large window which was half open and was calmly drinking her wine as she waited for her husband inside of the now dark room. The moon's light was illuminating her figure as she thought about how she was the luckiest woman alive, having a rare man like Peter was still sometimes unbelievable, he never ceased to amaze her even if he tried. She couldn't help but also think about her daughter who probably was sleeping. She was already missing her baby even if they parted ways just for a few couple hours, but it was worth it. Everything with Peter was worth it. No matter if being with him means danger, even Peter isn't in proper danger anymore, no injuries, no bad guys, just Gwen, Elizabeth and Peter.

Without a warning, Gwen felt two strong arms snaking around her waist and one hand slipping underneath the half buttoned shirt she had burrowed from Peter. He gently caressed the smooth and pale skin of her stomach before slowly kissing her exposed neck. "Didn't notice you coming." She said, with a huge smile formed on her lips.

"They say that often." Peter whispered, wearing only his boxers.

Gwen placed her glass on the window and turned on his grip, moving both arms around his neck. "You know that I love you, right?"

Peter leaned closer and gently touched his forehead with hers, feeling her soft scent. "I know, I love you too." He slowly moved his head down to meet her warm lips while gently pressing her against the wall with his body.

She couldn't hold back her moan, which emboldened him to roam even more. He broke away from her lips and planted a series of kisses along her jawline until he sucked lightly at her neck, producing yet another throaty moan as she allowed herself be a willing captive between the wall and his body. The cold temperature of the wall at her back, coupled with the ardent heat from her front drove the sensations she was feeling into a chaotic loop. She slowly moved a hand to his abdomen, passing over his toned chest and neck before resting on his cheek as he kissed her neck, giving Gwen waves of pleasurable sensations through her body.

Seizing control of herself, Gwen gripped his head and brought it up for another kiss to break his momentum. Pulling his hands away, she pushed him back towards the bed. He fell with a plop onto his back as she straddled him above the waist.

Peter tried to sit up, but she placed her hand on his toned chest again and pushed him back down. Reaching up, she undid the bottoms at her torso in a slowly and sensually way, exposing her red underwear that she wore just to tease Peter even more.

His hands rested on her hips, causing her to give him another smoky look. She tried to pull the shirt past her shoulders before realizing her mistake. Peter shot up and held her place. His lips traveled around her bra-clad breasts while his hands kneaded her back and tugged at her shirt.

She struggled to pull her arms out of her sleeves before gasping when he flipped them both over until he was on top. He swooped down for another passionate kiss, pressing his own body against hers and gaining a moan from his wife during the process. They proceeded to love each other in a physical way for the rest of the night, enjoying every single second and moment together. That's what they are going to do for the rest of their lives.

Peter stirred slowly under the bed cover and rolled to his side and opened his eyes drowsily. Sleeping next to him was Gwen on her stomach and her head was on the pillow turned to face him with an arm lazily underneath. The bed sheet was pulled up midway up their chests.

Her satiated calm breathing had a mesmerizing effect on Peter, he enjoyed watching her sleep. Her light make-up had been removed the evening before, her hair cascaded down her shoulders and was a tangled mess, and it all made her look even more beautiful.

"Watching me sleep, do you?" Gwen asked softly with still closed eyes but with a faint smile.

Peter had a surprised look on his face, "You weren't sleeping? How long have you been awake?"

Gwen rolled to her side facing him, she opened her eyes and smirked, "I have been awake for some time. I just closed my eyes when you woke up and turned."

"What an actress you are," Peter smiled and stole a kiss from her soft lips and slipped his arms around her waist, beckoning her to get closer.

Gwen smirked, "I'm a badass, remember?" She moved in closer to Peter to enjoy the closeness and wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed him slowly.

Peter teased, "Well, you have quite the ass so-"

Gwen playfully elbowed his ribcage. "You and your so adorable flirts..."

Peter laughed amused. "You know, I love watching you sleep," He said softly and kissed her lips. "You look so beautiful and angel like. So peaceful."

Gwen beamed happily and smiled back at his words of adoration.

Peter grinned teasingly, "And sexy with that speck of drool in the corner of your mouth."

Gwen huffed, "I do not drool!" She swatted his shoulder with her hand.

"I'm sorry," Peter chuckled. He feigned defeat, "Must have been the light from the sun shimmering on your lip gloss."

"That's right," Gwen retorted. "A lady doesn't drool."

Peter hummed thoughtful, "But you don't' have any lip gloss on you now."

Gwen warned, "You're walking on a very thin line…"

Peter laughed and leaned in for another kiss, "It is things like that which makes you perfect."

"Good save," Gwen said with a feigned glare now, her arm returned around his neck.

"Did you sleep well?"

She smirked with mirth in her eyes, "Not really, this hot guy was next to me and it was very intoxicating."

Peter chuckled, "How inconsiderate of him."

"I know, right?" Gwen feigned annoyance.

"Did you have a good evening?"

Gwen planted a kiss on Peter's lips, "The best."

Peter let his arm underneath the curvature of her body move up to the back of her head where he softly touched, twirled and intertwined her hair with his fingers. Gwen smiled at his actions, finding it sweet and sensual. Peter knew she loved it, giving her special attention and especially the hair at the nape of her neck.

Gwen snuggled closer and purred, "Sounds like a great way to spend the morning, just snuggling."

"Liz is probably waiting for us." He kissed the soft pale skin of her left arm around his neck.

"Nah, being a lot like you, she's probably sleeping."

"Heh. Though, we could stay for a hour there, you know...talking with them."

"Does that involves you and Flash wrecking things up?"

"Of course not, play a videogame or football at the beach. I think he's a little jealous of you."

Gwen raised an eyebrow, "Of me? What, I'm the third wheel breaking up the Peter/Flash bromance?"

Peter chuckled, "Well, maybe he isn't really jealous, but he gets surprised when we meet and you aren't with me."

"Yes, me too." Gwen gibed.

Peter deadpanned, "Well, that's my thing, I'm mysterious like that, moving around leaving all you wanting more of me." He grinned, "Especially you."

Gwen countered playfully, "Hmph, you better not pull such games, I have needs."

"Oh, and what would those be?" Peter smiled mischievously.

His hand left her tangled hair and he let the tip of his finger slide down her spine softly before he trailed circles at the end of her back, Gwen shuddered with delight.

"A lot." She winked.

Peter feigned a deep sigh, "What I endure to support you…"

"Oh...poor you," Gwen pouted and snickered. She leaned in and kissed his lips. "Am I a high maintenance wife? "

"Like you wouldn't believe," Peter joked, enjoying their daily teasing. Just watching her smile was one of the best things that he could wish for.

"You're silly, Peter, quite funny." Gwen said with a smile. She always enjoyed their banter. "And cute."

"I'm a funny guy," Peter said with a grin.

She nodded while stroking his short brown hair. "Which is good cause I'm not funny."

"Yes you are, I have fun being with you," Peter assured.

Gwen smiled again, "Well, I mostly tease, but thanks." She looked at him curiously. "Since you already gave me my gifts which I loved, it's time for me to give yours." She turned to her side and went to edge of the bed, exposing her naked back as she leaned her hand underneath the bed to pick Peter's present that she hid when he was taking a shower, on the past night.

"Oh." Peter sat on the bed, revealing his bare chest.

Gwen return besides him as she handed him a heart shaped box that he gently took into his hands. "Open." She smiled, softly.

Curious, he slowly opened the box and instantly grinned. It was filled with his favorite candy's and each candy was wrapped with a piece of paper that had a reason why Gwen loved him.

I love you because of the way you look at me.

I love you because you always remember our special days.

I love you because you gave me our girl.

I love you because you make me want more kisses.

I love you because we both know that together we can work out anything.

I love you because you make me feel like I've never felt before.

I love you because when you hold me tight everything is always all right.

I love you because sometimes you call just because you're thinking about me.

I love you because you're simply irresistible.

I love you because your favorite pastime is to be with me and our little girl.

I love you because you know how to love me.

You're my hero, Peter Benjamin Parker.

Peter kindly laughed before looking to his wife with a huge and warm smile. "Gwen, this is just... Amazing." He leaned for a kiss that Gwen passionately and slowly reciprocated. "Really...I loved it."

Gwen cupped his cheek. "You're welcome." She gave her a tiny peck on the lips. "Now...I would love you even more, if that's possible, if you prepared our breakfast."

"I'm dead hungry since last night, quite the exercise." He teased, placing the box on the stand besides his side of the bed before returning, gently lying over her and wrapping his arms around her wife.

"Aw c'mon!" Gwen pulled the covers up his face, giggling after he stood over her, covering them both with the covers as they uncontrollably laughed together. Maybe the breakfast wouldn't come anytime soon.

A/N: Oh god, I literally lost my way with this chapter. At first, I completely wrote the love scene, minutes later I noticed that I had detailed the scene too much and It may had passed the T rating, so I had to short it and cut lots of texts. It wasn't THAT deep...okay it was a little. Anyway, this chapter was heavily focused around Peter and Gwen and I'm particularly proud with the final version. I had been holding this chapter for some days now, the last edits that were taking most of my time.

I forgot to reply to Movie Guy 94's suggestion, which is a good one and I felt that it would help to clarify things. The thing about doing origins for different heroes is that the fic wouldn't be doing what I originally envisioned. I love raising the stakes and going into a larger scope, but this is different since I would have to work with the entire MCU universe, like a small reboot. And I don't think that's is necessary at all. Sure, some retcons are going to be made, but I enjoy the challenge ;) A brother or sister for Elizabeth? It still is a little early for that, but I won't say 'no' . Thanks for the suggestion!

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