I couldn't understand why she was pulling away. "Gwen." I tried to reason with her. She strained to remove her arms from my arms, but I was definitely stronger. "Seriously Peter? Are you with Mary Jane now too?" I introduced you two so you could be friends, not so you could hook up." I rolled my eyes. "Your being over dramatic dear; hugging and hooking up are not at all the same thing." Gwen was livid. "But secret dates in the park are getting border line." I looked at her. "It wasn't a secret. MJ just wanted to see her old boyfriend, Harry Osborn."
Gwen snorted. "MJ; I love how you have a nickname for her." I frowned. "Gwen, I call you Gwen, not Gwendolyn. Do you expect people to call her Mary Jane?" Gwen stuck out her lip stubbornly. "I don't know. But I do know I don't like how you cuddle up to her and practically coo MJ!" She spat. Suddenly, the little pieces clicked together. "You're jealous Gwen." Her eyes widened in anger. "Jealous? You have some nerve Peter Parker!" I let go of her arms. "Just admit it and this fight will end. You're afraid MJ is going to take me."
Not even my spidey senses could have prepared me for what happened next. In a heartbeat Gwen reached out and delivered a firm slap to my cheek. I held the stinging skin, hoping the hand print she left wouldn't be too obvious. I stared at her in shock. Gwen smirked and seemed confident. "Feel better?" She asked. I looked at her incredulously. "I wasn't feeling bad before!"
She rolled her eyes. "You're impossible Peter Parker. My dad just died, and you give me crap like cheating?" I threw my hands up in the air. "I wasn't cheating!" Gwen snorted. "Fine then, I came to your apartment to talk to you, but I can see we are getting nowhere." With that Gwen snatched her purse up and stalked out of the room. "Come on Gwen!" I called to her. I heard her stomp down the stairs in response.
I dropped my hand into my head. Why was she doing this? Maybe because she was female and felt intimidated? But she didn't need too. Apparently she couldn't she understand how much I loved her. Ursula peeked her head in. "Did you and Miss Stacy have a, a, fight?" She whispered. I nodded. "It's okay Ursula." I assured her. "Her father's death was hard that's all." Ursula nodded as if I had just given her sacred information and scampered off. I dropped onto my bed dejectedly.
I slowly fingered my wrist, feeling the almost nonexistent slit where the webbing shot from my wrist. Gwen didn't even understand how hard it was to live a secret double life. I angrily shot webbing at the wall. It made a squishy thud as it hit the wall. I had never asked for this, but it had happened. And I needed to honor my responsibility. I went over to pick up the launched ball of webbing and tossed it in the trash. I flicked on the police scanner, but there was nothing. Today was truly an awful day.
The man screamed in terror as he looked down, the bustling New York street blurry below him. "I'm sorry!" He yelled. From his position, he hung upside down tightly cocooned in a spider web. The only problem was that he was off the edge of the Empire State Tower. "What do you want?" He asked over the pounding wind. His spidery captor was silently, only a silhouette above him. Sure, the man had been burglarizing an old lady but that didn't give Spider-man any right to kidnap him and freaking hang him from a building. The wind was his only response. Blood pounded in his head, trying to push out of his skin.
"What the hell Spider-man?" He growled. The figure above him came closer. It walked to the edge of the ledge and without hesitation continued over it, feet sticking to the wall as if he was solid ground. As the figure came into the light the man gasped. This was no Spider-man. Unless Spider-man wore a tight fitting red and white suit that showed off a very womanly form. When she raised her arms, paper thin folds of webbings were stretched between her arms and body on both sides. A fragmented thought flew his mind, little wings. The man thought. Her mask covered her eyes and nose, but revealed full red lips puckered sourly. T
he wind tousled the long and flowing black hair that was as dark as the night around her. The mask covered her eyes, showing only a blank white screen. "Really now, Spider-man you say?" She hissed. The burglar shook his head in fear. "No, I didn't know!" She smiled, straight white teeth filed to a point. The air seemed static charged, as if she could enlighten every molecule in the poor man's body.
Suddenly, he didn't have any words to say. "Now, let's make this clear. I am not Spider-man, and I do not play by his rules. Understand?" The disoriented thief gave a drowsy nod. "I like to tie up loose ends." She whispered. Her hands began to glow green as if they had a high radiation. Balls of energy floated in between her hands. Perhaps if the light hadn't flickered over her face making her seem supernaturally enthralling the man would have been even more terrified.
"Are you going to kill me?" He asked in a trance. She smiled. "Of course not, though the fall might." Without another word the ball hurtled towards him, instantly severing his webbing bonds and sent him rushing towards the ground below.