A/N: Thanks for all the feedback, and to answer Sherlock's question, this version of Spider-Man uses mechanical web shooters.
"All the evedence is against you Dillon, you're gonna do some serious time if you don't give me a name," George said to Maxwell, who sat on the opposite side of the table in the otherwise empty interrogation room.
"I told you captain Stacy nobody sent me, I planned it on my own," Maxwell pleaded.
"What a coincidence that the day after Richard makes the claim that Lonnie Lincoln is Tombstone, somebody tries to take him out," George said. He noticed Maxwell become even more uncofortable in his seat. He knew the face of a liar, and the sweating, stuttering Maxwell was a prime example.
"I guess so," Maxwell said, appearing as if the truth were about to bust its way out of him.
"Well then Maxwell, it looks like you'll be spending a lot of time in prison," George said as he got up from his seat at the table, and turned to leave the room.
"Wait!" Maxwell shouted causing george to turn back.
"It was Lonnie, he sent me to kill Richard! Lonnie is Tombstone!" Maxwell exclaimed.
"Now were getting somewhere," George said as he sat back down and began writting on his notepad.
"I didn't want things to be this way," Maxwell said.
"He offered me money...I was hardly making it in my shitty little apartment, how could I turn it down?"
"He said I would be powerful, I've never had power in my entire life."
"Was this your first job for Lonnie?"
"Yea, he said if I took out the rat I would earn his trust,"
"He's gonna kill me for this."
"We'll make sure that doesn't happen," George promised.
"I know he's gonna kill me," Lonnie repeated.
Later that day, Peter was walking home from his study session with everthing but history on his mind.
"If there was an award for crappiest day, I think I'd be a contender," Peter thought as he approached his home and walked up the porch steps.
"At least I can finally just get some piece and quiet," He thought as he rang the doorbell, to his suprise it wasn't Aunt May who answered it.
"Hey Peter," Gwen said with a smile, her deep blue eyes staring into his own hazel orbs.
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you here," Peter said as he entered.
"Your Aunt invited me and my dad to dinner," Gwen said.
"Come on, this is a chance to redeem yourself," Peter yelled inwardly.
"So I..." Peter was interrupted by George who approached the two.
"Nice to meet you Peter, you're Aunt says your a bit of a genius," George said with friendly grin and an outstetched hand.
"I have my moments," Peter said as he returned the handshake and the smile.
"Gwen here was at the top of the class back in her old school," George said proudly.
"Wow," Peter said.
"I'm counting on you to look after my daughter in Midtown," George said with a smirk.
"Dad," Gwen said in an annoyed tone.
"What? I'm just saying-"
"Dinners ready," May said from the kitchen.
"So Peter, have you decided on a college yet?" George asked the timid teen from across the dinner table.
"I'm aiming for Empire State," Peter said.
"Impressive, what do you want to major in?" George asked.
"I'm not exactly sure yet, but probably something in science," Peter said as he stabbed a piece of cooked chicken with his fork.
"What a coincidence, Gwen is obsessed with science," George said.
"I wouldn't use the word obsessed," Gwen said as if embarassed.
"Peter loved science ever since he was a boy, he would mix things up like baking soda and vinegar, just to see what kind of concoction they would make," May said as she reminisced.
George laughed and Gwen smiled, Peter couldn't help but notice how genuine her smile was. As soon as she caught his glare he stared back down into his pile of mashed potatoes.
After dinner both Peter and May followed their guests to the door.
"Thanks again for that wonderful dinner May," George said.
"It was no trouble, you and you're daughter are welcome to stop by anytime," May said with her usual pleasent smile.
"Thank you," Both George and Gwen said as they finally left.
"That girl is very polite," May said.
"And pretty,"
"Aunt May," Peter said.
"What? I'm just saying," May continued to tease.
"I think I'm gonna head up to sleep," Peter said as he headed for the stairs.
"You know tomorrow's Friday, you should ask her to-"
"Can't hear you, too sleepy," Peter lied, adding a fake yawn as he dissapeared up the steps.
The next morning Peter met Harry at the lockers as usual.
"Hey Pete, you ready for the big test?" Harry asked.
"I hope so, that was the first and last time I cram for anything," Peter said as he opened his locker.
"So are you..." Peter stopped when he noticed Harry staring off in another direction.
"Harry?" Peter asked.
"Harry, earth calling Harry," Peter said as he waved a hand in front of his dazed friends face.
"Wo," Harry muttered,"
"What is-" Peter stopped when he realised who Harry was staring at. It was Gwen's first day at school and several guys were already swarming her.
"Gwen," Peter said, he had almost forgotten she was starting her new life at Midtown today.
"You know that angelic beauty?" Harry exclaimed as he place his hands on Peter's shoulders.
"Yea, she's my new neighbor," Peter said to his over excited friend.
"No freakin way," Harry said with widened eyes.
"Yes feakin way," Peter said.
"Hey Peter," Gwen said with a casual smile as she walked up to the two. Harry turned to stone from intense shock while Peter simply smiled back.
"Hey Gwen," He could suddenly feel the envious eyes of other male students around him.
"This is my friend Harry by the way," Peter said as he motioned towards the paralyzed young man.
"Oh hi," Gwen greeted.
"Hey," Harry said nervously.
"I'm glad I ran into you, I'm think I'm a little bit lost," Gwen said as she took her class schedule out from her pocket and handed it over to Peter.
"Ap english four, that's with us," Peter said as he glanced down at Gwen's first period class.
"Oh cool, then is it okay if I tag along with you guys?" Gwen asked.
"Sure," Peter said while Harry quickly nodded in return.
From a few feet away stood a frustrated, seventeen year old, blond haired, blue eyed, high school footbal star.
"What the hell are those geeks doing with the new hottie?" Flash Thompson scoffed as he watched Gwen walk off with Peter and Harry.
"Maybe the chick likes em smart and wimpy," Black haired, seventeen year old Jason Ionello said from beside his friend and fellow teamate.
"No way a girl as hot as that would go for those toothpicks," Flash exclaimed.
"A girl as hot as what?" Liz Allan, a blonde, spoiled, popular seventeen year old asked from behind her unsuspecting boyfriend.
"Uh I was just telling Jason how hot my girlfriend looked last night," Flash said as casually as he could.
Liz returned his stumbling lie with a sharp glare. "Nice try," She said as she began to walk away.
"Babe, wait!" Flash said as he gave chase, while Jason laughed.
Later at lunch, Peter sat across from Harry and beside Gwen at their usual table.
"Is this bread even edible?" Gwen asked as she bite into the unusally hard loaf.
"First tip about Midtown, the food sucks," Harry said with a mouthful of sandwich.
"I can vouch for that," Peter said.
"Did you guys here the news about Spider-Man yesterday?" Gwen asked, immediately grabbing Peter's full attention.
"No what?" Harry asked.
"Apparently he broke into some rich dudes office and attacked him, and this guy with a gun," Gwen said.
"Wow really?" Peter asked, doing his best to sound ignorant.
"Yea, he webbed up the bad guy inside some elevator, but the police put an arrest warrent on him for fighting the rich guy's bodyguards," Gwen said, luckily neither of them noticed Peter's sudden look of panic.
"An arrest warrent?" He asked, soudning suprised.
"Yea, my dad's a police captain and he told me all about it," Gwen said.
"I still don't believe that guy has actual spider powers, it's just illogical," Harry said with another mouthfull.
"Are you sure about the warrent?" Peter repeated. Most people didn't trust Spider-Man, but he had never actually been wanted.
"Yea, rich dude accused him," Gwen said.
"My dad said he used to think the guy stood for something," Gwen said.
"Great," Peter thought sarcastically.
"You okay Pete? You look a little pale," Harry asked.
"Uh, I'm fine," Peter said reassuringly.
After school Peter walked home from his bus stop with Gwen beside him, not only was he feeling confident about the history test he took earlier, but he also got to walk home with a girl as beautiful as her.
"So how do you like Midtown so far?" Peter asked.
"It's not so bad, except for that one blonde a-hole who kept trying to flirt with me,"
"Let me guess, Flash Thompson?" Peter asked knowingly.
"Yea you know him?" Gwen asked.
"Unfortunetly," Peter said.
"But besides that, I think my first day was pretty cool, at least I got to hang out with you and you're friend," Gwen said.
"Yea, that was pretty cool," Peter said with a small smile.
"Well here we are," Gwen said as the two reached their houses.
Peter remained quiet for a moment as Aunt May's advice resurfaced in his mind. "Maybe I should just ask her..." The thought continued to swirl around in his head before he finally spoke up.
"I guess I'll see you later then," Was all Peter managed to let out.
"Yea, see you later," Gwen said as she began to walk towards her house.
Peter sighed as he headed for his own home. "I can't just ask her," He thought. "What would a girl like that want with a science geek anyway?"
Before he could ring the doorbell, Peter thought back to something his Uncle Ben had told him several years ago...
An eight year old Peter turned to the shoulder touch from his grey haired, fifty five year old Uncle.
"You should take a picture it'll last longer," Ben Parker said with a grin.
"I wasn't staring," Peter defended with a shake of his head. The two stood outside of Peter's school, where the young boy was glaring over at a young red head a few feet away.
Ben then kneeled down beside his nervous nephew. "You know if you think she's pretty just talk to her, girls like a guy who takes charge," He whispered.
"I don't like her Uncle Ben," Peter said with a faint blush.
Uncle Ben laughed, "Same thing I used to say about your Aunt."
Back in the present time, Peter snapped out of his sudden flashback. "This ones for you Uncle Ben," He said proudly. He then rushed back over to Gwen's house and nervously rung the doorbell. As time passed Peter felt his heart about to burst out of his chest. He felt like he was about to faint when a suprised Gwen finally opened the door.
"Peter wha-"
"Willyougotothelibrarywithme?" The clumped together words shot out of Peter's mouth as if he had no control over them.
"Wow," Gwen said with a smile, "I can't believe I actually understood that,"
"Sorry, I just-"
"I'd love to," She interrupted.
"You'd love to?" Peter asked, suprised.
"Yes I'd love to go to the library with you," Gwen said with a blush.
"Oh, okay... there's one a few blocks down from here," Peter said.
"Okay, lead the way," Gwen said as she stepped outside and closed the front door behind her.
Peter was ecstatic, not even swinging through the city gave him this kind of feeling.
"Thanks Uncle Ben," He thought.
Meanwhile inside a police station several miles away, George Stacy was feeling the opposite emotion.
"What do you mean he got away Akin?" George exclaimed to the confused officer in front of him.
"I mean that somebody in here must have let him free," David said as he motioned to an open jail cell door.
"David, I want to know what officer was seen in this are now!" George commanded.
"I'll get right on it sir," David said as he walked back towards the main office.
"How could Dillon have possibly just walked out of here so easily," George said as he stood in front of the scene of the crime.