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Peter's POV

Peter looked at Gwen with with renewed hope, like everything thing seemed so magnified right then. Peter had never felt so secured right then. It was almost like being complete, devoid of any detrimental thoughts. He felt so safe within her head that he didnt even want to let her go. He just wanted to quietly remain there, float by and be one with her. That was all he truly wanted.

Peter hugged her closer. He didnt care how the class would see the two of them. He was like "fuck everyone. I will be with her. She has helped me so far."

And that was so true. No one could truly relate how Peter felt or maybe it was just mutual, or whatever it was, Peter never felt so great and strong from the inside. She was the one who understood him and has accepted him the way he was, unlike the rest; he was a freak to them, he was crap to them. But Gwen did not feel so. She knew the true him, right from his bones. Knew every dark secret that he had, but Peter never made an attempt to shield his head from her prying. It was almost like he welcomed her. This similar feeling was such a complete contrast when he opened his conscience to MJ. When he did, the pain and discomfort could be related to the dizziness that one feels after bashing his head against a pole during his last fight as it had left so disoriented and mad.

But right now Peter pushed everything away from his, trying live in the moment that seemed so perfect to him. So he lived on, with it, leaving everything behind.

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Gwen's POV

She breathed into Peter's musky smell. She never really wanted to admit this when she could sensed him slumped over her, it was like sharing his emotions but she liked it. She had wanted to be with him for so long and now this pace that they were currently progressing right now was greater than leaps or bounds. She took his weight and pulled him closer to her. She was happy. Gwen was there with him in the right place in the right time.

Peter snapped out of her grip all of a sudden. He looked concerned. She looked at him with abated breath.

Gwen mused at Peter. He had become absent minded all of a sudden. She didn't have to use her telepathy to understand the emptiness that had replaced his tainted heart.

She stared into those sorrel eyes of his, the ones that held so much promise and hope, the eyes that she had once fallen in love with.

But there was something else too.

What was it in those depths?

Resentment? Hopelessness?

Something just didn't feel right to her.

Gwen turned her head around to face the mass egress of the students, teachers and the janitors alike, all of them trying hard to save their skin.

She knew that Peter was going to run to her.

This vexed her and she wanted to stop him. If she knew MJ, this act of selfless devotion, the chagrined grief could push their friendship beyond repair and if Peter had to face all of that, it could possibly destroy him.

The significance of her presence in his life. she couldn't deny it anymore; the profound effect of her presence. it was deadly but yet endearing and for Peter, she was prepared to help, without question.

True he pissed her off at times, but this state of Peter, this vulnerable cachet that he was in, was not what he had expected Peter to fall under.

Maybe MJ wanted Peter's good but nothing ever seemed to go along the way that could be just mutually beneficial.

That was when she saw the fury within her unleashed, like a furious storm, about to devour her completely. For a moment she thought, she was literally gonna morph into something hideous and blow off steam from her ears, but she had to be thankful for her new found abilities or she would never really stand a chance against her.

Gwen's telepathy was off the charts. MJ soon succumbed to the mental wounds that she was being inflicted with. But for her the real problem with was her gigantic ego. It was just too big for her to be able to accept that Gwen was by far the strongest among the three of them. So even after she lay down screaming and quivering in pain, she decide that helping her would only be like rubbing salt on open wounds, so letting her suffer her own fate to realize where the two of them stood was the only viable way to make her realize and recognize how strong she was.

"Peter you stop worrying right now. I know it feels like you have betrayed her but that's not true."

"you know what your heart truly wants. I have seen you and maybe I understand you the best right now. But I really like you a lot and I know that you do too. So why don't you just let me help you? It would make things so much easier." added Gwen through her mental link trying her best to emphasize and make Peter see reason. He was behaving childishly right now. But she had to give him space, stand up for him, just like the way he did for her during Dr Conner's' lizard madness episode, that ultimately claimed her father's life.

"Peter, do you realize how futile this is? Can't you see how vulnerable you have become right now? This will cost you dearly Pete. Leave it up to me."

"What? After what the two of you went through? You expect me to be believe that? No. This time the two of you might probably bring a building down or something. I can't let you look for her. No, never." said Peter exasperated and a palpable anger, that adorned his usually cool and perceptive voice.

Peter could ever decide what he could do, he felt a smooth melody flood across his head. It was so intoxicating that Peter didn't have to do anything anymore. It was as though he could feel his anxiety melt way like sublimated camphor grains. But Peter tried to fight it. He still couldn't understand who was doing this to him. Gwen looked at him, concerned but now it looked like he had to believe her; he read the lines on her face and took it to be the truth.

That was when he drifted off slowly, into an oblivion. A dainty smile on his lips that Gwen adored so much. She knew that if she sung to him a melody, she could calm him, but this was too strong. It even worked better than any sedative. With his healing powers, he would come to his senses within no time. So she had to work fast. She dragged him slowly to the nearest classroom, picked him up ever so delicately, like he was porcelain doll. She tucked him between two chairs, so that he could fit nice and snuck with just enough space so that he didn't feel that suffocated. Before she felt confident that he was completely comfortable, she left him right there, placing a perfect timed kiss on the center of his forehead.

Peter is safe. Now I have got to deal with MJ. I just hope she doesn't go berserk on seeing me once again.

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MJ POV

MJ had already made it out of there. For the first time ever, she felt glad. Glad that the those two finally stopped following her. She finally decided that it would be best for her to be away from the two of them. It was no use. Peter loved her too much and she herself was just hopelessly out of her league here. She shouldn't have tried to go after him the first time. The stench of treading into unknown dangers was too profound. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe being with him would spell even greater danger than she had already faced. But that didn't just seem like the most likely problem, she was on death bed twice but still she pulled on with her normal life.

Her bags were already strapped to her waist. She quickly clambered as fast as she could on top of the nearest building she found , one that could conceal her presence completely. It would help her get away from all the madness that surrounded her.

It took her mere seconds to scale the adjoining building and make it all the way through to the top. Once she got there, she could scour the city till a mile away, letting her see and analyze every small nook and detail. They fresh pristine air filled her lungs and rejuvenated her. It helped her to clear her mind complete and establish a level of control on whatever little she had. It was hard for her but she knew that she would conquer all of it.

She looked down. The screams of her classmates and friends were low and had already began to die down.

"So those two managed to pull it off." MJ snickered.

"Like I really care. I am just out of here." MJ turned around with such force, almost stamped every step she took on the cemented terrace that shook under her tremendous strength. She still just felt too pissed off even to notice or to sense the web like snare that shot out behind her. But her precognitive senses sense blared at the nick of time. She bent down, her fingers slapping the hard warm sun kissed concrete so that it did not hit her. She saw the snare move past her head as it lost its shape, turning into a large glob of undefined mess.

Mary Jane turned around. She did not have to be told who that was, the last person on earth that she ever wanted to see right now. She was the very reason why she chose to run off like that and there she saw her, her amble gait turning and twirling in the most graceful way, a serious expression molded and hand shaped on her face. MJ couldn't deny her beauty. She was a sight to behold. She didn't have overdeveloped muscles or even an amped up physique but still she looked like a fucking rodeo. She felt herself cringing back in her own comfortable position just ready to attack if anything ever happens.

Gwen landed on her feet from roughly ten meters above the cemented ceiling. She didn't even brace for impact. Her legs took all of her weight as it transferred it to the ground below. There wasn't even a single degree of bend on her legs. She was a statue, like an immovable force. MJ had to be impressed the way her fine spun woven gold hair flew around, like singing a song of its own, smiling with its impressive emotion. She was a beautiful thing, frown on her face looked like a pissed off Barbie; like Aphrodite's earthly idea.

She took a two steps, her hands lifted up, as if trying to apologize, she could feel the heat rise and move up through her fingers, as the distinct pulsing of her blood fed her adrenaline. She didn't give her a chance a sweet talk her. She leaped towards her, in blinding rage. It was liberating to her. It felt like her hands were itching to get it on her, give her a piece of mind, make her under what exactly pored into her. It was stronger than venom, painful than a barbed wire chewing her way through her emotions, turning sanity into insanity. That was exactly how she felt.

Seeing her leap, Gwen held her ground. Seeing her stop midway, brought no form of concern within MJ. Still fully blinded in her own rage and grief, she stormed at her. MJ had never felt so strong before. She was sure that she would get her this time. Her left arm moved forward slowly, aiming at her while her right arm moved back, storing up all the energy she could harness. Her legs were already in mid air, her muscular yet healthy body looked liked that of a body builder. Every part of her body strained as she pushed herself, mustering all the energy she could push to her right fist, till she could no longer feel the extreme strain in her knuckles. It was hard as granite. She could punch a ten inch thick steel wall if she wanted to.

She looked at Gwen. She was deathly calm and this terrified her. She remembered what Gwen did to her during their last confrontation; how exactly her face looked when she did that mind control stuff. It freaked her out but not anymore. She had to win this no matter how hard she would have to push herself.

Gwen was already within her hit range. Gwen looked down. It seemed to her that she hardly cared what she wanted right then.

"Oh no. I will get you this time."

So saying, she punched her. It was a punch that could have literally tore a hundred year old tree right from its base. It was just so very strong and the impact was the same. No doubt it hit Gwen, it even brought cracks on the ceiling as the spider like frail cracks surrounded her body. Gwen groaned softly. She was hurting. This made MJ smile like a maniac as she leapt on top of her. MJ hit her , on her face, on her chest, head, punched her fatless stomach so hard that Gwen belched but still she didn't fight back.

"What's the matter now, bitch? Lost all that skunk steroids that you were running on?" MJ laughed hard, like a maniac. She pushed her down, pressed her throat down, pinning her down squeezing it hard, like a clamp pressed down, squeezing her throat. Her veins bulged as her body pumped blood to ensuring a constant flow of energy in her fingers and arms, that had began to redden by now.

Gwen POV

Gwen struggled under MJ's iron grasp. She could see her vision failing, sharp sudden breaths replaced her steady breaths. She could have taken control of her anytime now, but still she wanted MJ to find it out on her own, release of the frustration that was eating her up. And for her sake she was ready to be the scape goat.

Finally when she was on the verge of loosing her consciousness, she looked her at eyes once more, in the final fleeting moment before she knew she would loose herself.

She beckoned towards her, probed into her mind, as softly as she could. This time MJ allowed her to enter her subconscious. Gwen didn't know if she did it on purpose, but she decided to let her know of her intentions. MJ might have felt something invading her but for some reason she decided to let her take her over. So Gwen slowly let herself drift to her. She just let her know that she didn't mean any harm and sorry she was.

"Sorry Mary Jane. You have every right to be pissed at me. But think about it. Peter still remains unconscious. Your probing had left him so damaged. But still he managed to get up and let me know that he plans to look for you but I had to put him down for good. He was just so messed up."

Gwen could find herself breathing again. The fresh oxygen hit her lungs like she got a taste of ambrosia, sweetness beyond imagination. She sucked at the oxygen desperately trying to over fill her lungs but Every time she exhaled, it was a pain to her. Her hands shook and trembled. She put her trembling hands on her neck that still felt like crevices, curved on her neck. She rubbed them, trying to cool her neck that seemed so blistered. It felt like her lungs were pulled out from her chest. Still she managed to get up.

Taking a final, a rather large gasp of the fresh pristine air, she looked at MJ. She still had those same mad eyes but she had calmed down.

"MJ obviously cares a lot for you. You might not want to accept all of it but the thing is that Peter cares a lot for you, even if he keeps denying it to you. I know that it doesn't seem fair but.."

"I get you Gwen. You don't have to say the rest but I really don't think you absolutely have any idea what I had to go through. Every time we spent. Every mission, every time we manage to do something good, every crime, every time I have been on death bed. It drew us so much closer… that was when I thought that we could be something. I know that being childhood friends and but I think I like him. And now I have come to accept that I really like him. Maybe a bit more that might be against your comfort."

Gwen smiled, a soft laugh escaping as she pushed herself forward. MJ looked a bit sad.

Her was ebbing away. MJ felt genuinely sad now. Gwen tried to inquest her head once more. She rfelt herself feeling sad and morose.

I shouldn't have lost her cool at her. It is just plain wrong.."

"Its alright. I would have lashed out at you in the same way, just like the way you did just right now" Gwen smiled at her.

"What the?. Oh I forgot that you could the same thing with your head. But try not to fry my brain right now." She smiled nervously at her.

"No, no. I am sorry myself. I shouldn't have done that to you anyway. That was a just plain wrong." Gwen shook her head.

MJ slowly walked up to her, placing her right arm on her left.

"I believe it would be just so much better if we start all of this over ."

Gwen just couldn't believe her ears. She had finally decided let the squabble subside, started everything fresh. Well who wouldn't want to have this golden opportunity to rekindle their relationship with a friend who could be a great ally and could turn to be your best friend ever.

Gwen hugged MJ.

She didn't believe that they had finally come to good terms. Gwen was just too happy.

"Now that I think of it. It's so much obvious that you like Peter and I have similar feelings for him. And the best thing is that he has pent up feelings for the two of us. I am sure. I have seen what keeps going on in head. It is just like a giant circus, like a small child stuck in this endless battle debated within himself, if he should pick up the x-box or a ps4. Come on MJ. What do you think? I think he would welcome the two of us. And most importantly, it would be the best decision for the both of us."

MJ looked at Gwen, a bit confused first but now she seemed to really give some thought to it.

She looked at her, as she tried to process it. It seemed just so very absurd. Two girls running around the same boy, the ultimate power couple ever to have formed.

Gwen saw MJ as she debated with herself. She wanted to bad to try this out. But she was scared. Gwen couldn't deny this. Truth be told, she was scared herself. This decision just had too many variables, too many flaws in it.

What if Peter rejected the two of them. Then it would be a disaster. She would be broken beyond repair. She won't able to go through this all over again.

But for now I need to hope for the best. This decision is one of the Most important One I have ever made and I hope that I really don't screw this up.

"Lets do it." MJ blurted out all of a sudden.

"Really? You would do this.?" Gwen looked up.

God.. did I just hit the wheel of fate or something.

Gwen was impressed more importantly, she felt stronger now. Peter would be swept away with whatever they had come forward with. And this was exactly what they wanted to implement.

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Peter POV

Peter felt dizzy. Still his head still had that soft lullaby moving around his head like a cosmic entity. It was sort of challenging him but he didn't want to dwell within this feeling. Something just felt wrong in it. He pushed his eye open and sat up. His cramped back muscles was not helping him any longer but there was something that was still cooling him down and calming him. The blare of the ambulance was tearing his hear apart to his already sensitive ears. He looked around. Gwen wasn't standing with him.

Gwen.

Now that he thought about it, it hit him. Gwen made him fall asleep deliberately. She wanted to do something without his knowing and it would not be good. He remembered her, under his want to go back to MJ and bring her back.

"Was that what pushed her off again? Shit".

"This is my undoing. I shouldn't have done this." said Peter as he leaped from bench that he was laying down. As he made his way through the room, he saw that the room had become partially full. Half of the bench were filled with students, some of them were being tended by nurses and doctors while the rest still lay there unconscious. There were many casualties much to Peter's liking.

"Mr Parker. Hold it right there." A rough voice greeted him.

Shit. I really don't have time to listen to you guys. Not now.

"Yes sir." Said Peter in spite his extreme want to run away and look for the two of them. He was loosing time and those two were absolute loose cannons. There was absolutely no way they could settle this. His involvement was crucial.

"Mr. Peter Parker. You were all alone lying on this bench right here. Don't worry there young everything seems to be in order. And I must say, you are one hell of a heathy specimen among the rest." Said the doctor scratching his head.

Wtf? Did he get my blood work? Did he find something? What did he find? Shit. What do I do now?

"Sir is something wrong with me?" asked Peter rather scared, he just hated this feeling that he constantly keeps getting, whenever his identity is at stake and he hates it too much.

"No my boy. You are just fine. I don't think I will need to prescribe meds for you. But just be sure to get plenty of rest. Because you could feel weak. And if that happens, it might hit you pretty bad."

" Don't worry doc. I got it covered. You really don't have to worry about that. So I'd that it?" asked Peter pretty hopeful that he doesn't say anything more. Nothing about his extraordinary blood work or even his amazing physique. Maybe he was in luck and no one noticed anything.

"Stay safe, boy. Don't do anything rash now." Bawled the doc behind him as Peter made his way out into the street.

It was already crowded. People were everywhere, most of them are inquisitive as to what exactly had happened. But still Peter made his way through the crowd. It was not possible for either of the girls to brawl right in the middle because that would draw unwanted attention.

Where could he look?

They could be literally anywhere and his senses weren't as enhanced as the other two that could help him to track the two of them down. Peter turned and looked around. He had to start somewhere. He turned his head, squinting at the humongous sky scrapers that towered over him. He turned his head around when he finally saw them.

Peter's heart skipped a beat. They were staring at each other for what looked like eternity. He could have gone and make his way through to them, well that was he wanted to do. Just as he planned, the two girls took a few steps behind that looked started out of a movie, like old cowboys, Texas style. The two of them just went their own separate ways, like they had mutually come to some conclusion. Peter could only look at the two of them, as he stood on his ground, his legs shaky that felt like a thousand quintal of lead stuck to his feet. They actually didn't go head to toe.

That was just nice and best of all, MJ was there alright. He half expected her to run away. If that would have ever happened, he would have been grilled himself to death..!

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Sorry my fellow readers. This has been a very short story but I had to edit this many a times. Hope I got everything right this time. And I could never be thankful to my friend Rachana who helped me edit this one. She is an awesome writer