Her eyes stared in one single spot on the ground.

Some sort of fluid stained the concrete floor of the station.

She impatiently tapped her foot against the ground, awaiting answers as to just what the hell had happened to her only an our before.

Her hands remained tightly intertwined as her eyes filled with tears. Where is Peter. That's the only thought spinning through her head. It had only been an our since six mechanical mutants attacked her in her own home. Four of them resided in the very police station she was sitting in.

She couldn't fight her tears for much longer. She had to make a quick escape so she could relieve herself of the constant feeling to cry.

After a few minutes had passed, she scampered to the bathroom.

"Hello," she called out, "Is anybody in here?"

No one replied. No feet seemed to be resting behind the door of a stall.

Here she felt safe. She locked the door and began to sob.

As quiet as she tried to be, the constant fear of Peter's demise horrified her, and this seemed to be the only way to appease her appalling feelings.

The tears poured from her eyes like a waterfall, seemingly to never run out of water.

Her despair was so great that she could feel a sharp pain coming from her heart, because she knew that, without Peter, she would have no reason to live. She knew that she would take her own life.

After twenty minutes of resting on the counter top and sobbing into her hands, she collected her emotions, composed herself, and stormed out of the door; she was ready for answers.

Peter's POV

"Pregnant?" I say.

"Yeah," Gwen says, "Peter I'm... we're going to have a baby."

"Pregnant?"

"Ugh, Yes, Peter, we're pregnant!"

I feel like someone has just punched me in the gut.

Pregnant...

I stare into her dark blue eyes as they stare into mine, awaiting my reply.

"Gwen," I say, "this is... amazing! I'm so happy for you... for us."

Her eyes well up with tears as she smiles and presses her lips against mine. We kiss ardently, her lips sliding against mine. As petrified as I am about the future, I suddenly feel at ease.

If she's happy, I'm happy.

We continue to kiss, almost oblivious to the fact that Harry could appear at any moment and wreak havoc amongst all of us. I almost instantly break the kiss once I realize this and slam the door closed.

"Gwen," I say, "Stay in here. I am serious, if you leave this room you could die and I could never forgive myself. Please stay in here as quiet as a mouse, no matter what!"

"But, Peter-"

"No Matter What!"

A tear falls down her cheek as she nods. We embrace as she begins to softly cry. I can feel tears falling from my eyes as I hold her close to me.

"Be safe," she says.

We kiss, briefly but passionately, as I slowly exit the room.

The lock of the door clicks behind me as I stride down the hall towards Gwen's room, expecting the unexpected.

Fearfully, I traipse every so quietly past her dresser and to the window. I slowly slide the transparent glass up the shaft and cautiously peek my head out of the opening. There's no sign of him.

I would have though for sure he would have come here next. Maybe he doesn't know where she lives. Maybe he fell off of his glider and died! But, honestly, I can't say that I would be happy if that happened.

After all he's done, I still love him like a brother. Before he moved, he was always there for me. Through thick and thin we faced the world together, ready to conquer whatever obstacle stood in our way.

I don't want him to leave now. He's still a part of me and he doesn't deserve to die.

I suddenly fear the worst for him when sirens blare through the streets. I look down to see police cars speeding towards... speeding towards... me.

Why would they be speeding towards me? In all of the commotion occurring just below me, I sense something.

I don't necessarily sense a person, but I feel that a presence is upon me. I shift my head to the fire escape to the right of me where Harry stands on his glider, aiming is bomb right at me.

Gwen's POV

I sit on the edge of the bathtub with my hands intertwined... just waiting. Waiting for Peter to knock on the door and say All Clear! But, nothing is audible except for the pounding of my heart that is bulging out of my chest.

I look up at the sink where the two white devices lay in the sink. I begin to think about the baby. When's the baby due? How will May and Mom react? Is the baby healthy? Should I keep the baby? Should I even have the baby?

All of my uncertainties spin through my mind like a cheetah trying to catch an antelope. A pounding headache suddenly sets into my temples as the room seems to spin.

A wave of nausea comes upon me.

My future is falling apart. My life is falling apart. The world is falling apart.

I never meant to engage in pre-marital sex, I never meant to be the prey of a psychotic goblin, and I never meant to sit here as Peter could be dying our there.

I swallow hard and inhale a deep breath.

The palms of my hands begin to sweat as I rise from my seated position and walk towards the door. As I place my fingers on the brass knob, the shattering of glass rips through the air.

The unexpected noise jolts me back a moment, but my love for Peter is greater than any fears that may consume me.

Suddenly, my anger and my passion combine into insane bravery as I charge out of the door and into the hallway.

I look down the corridor into my room to find Peter and Harry brawling... I mean... Harry is brawling as Peter seems only to take the defense instead of the offense.

Without thinking, I run in the opposite direction of my room towards the kitchen. The only thing driving me now is my devotion to Peter.

I grab an old wooden baseball bat Howard used when he played little league almost ten years ago. I storm down the hallway, targeting Harry, the only thing spinning through my mind is Save Peter, Save Peter, Save Peter.

As the mixture of my anger, passion, and zeal take control, I ferociously swing the bat into Harry's face, sending him flying through the shattered window.

"What the hell are you doing?" Peter asks angrily, grabbing my shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?" I say, "When I saw you and Harry fighting, you never struck back, didn't even try to take the offensive initiative!"

"Gwen, I ain't playin', you can't be in here. I know what I'm doing, Harry isn't a bad guy!"

"How the hell could you say that? He nearly killed both you and I!"

"Gwen, it's not him, the venom is poisoning his mind. He has no control over his actions."

"But Peter-"

Before I can finish my sentence, one of Harry's pumpkin bombs rolls down from the windowsill onto the floor.

"Gwen, Run!" says Peter.

He latches a web onto my stomach and throws me out the window.

"PETER!" I scream, clutching tightly to the intricately woven latticework.

I hang for a moment with no update on the condition of Peter or Harry.

As I dangle from the fire escape, I ponder a moment, recalling what Peter just told me about Harry.

Maybe Peter's right. Maybe Harry is intoxicated with virulent chemicals and has no control over his actions. I just pray that Peter is able to subdue Harry long enough to eject the toxins from Harry before it's too late.

Fire trucks, ambulances and police vehicles crowd beneath me. Firefighters ready a ladder and prepare to climb up to where I currently hang. As the rungs of the ladder get near to me, I grab the gloved hand of a firefighter as her prepares to cut the only thing that keeps me from plummeting to my death.

As I secure my foot onto the ladder, I feel a faint vibration on the web. As I look above me, Harry speeds towards me on his glider.

I try to quickly detach the web from my abdomen, but Harry grabs me by my arms and carries me farther and farther away from the ground.

The high altitude and my hyperventilation begin to stifle my breath as I gasp wheeze, watching the ground become farther and farther away.

Abruptly, Peter slams into Harry, knocking him off of his glider... and knocking me off, too.

Time moves slowly for me, much like it did the night at the clock tower. Only this time, tears begin to float from my eyes.

This is it.

As my body gains speed, I begin to lose my breath. My lungs feel that they might explode as I continue to plummet closer and closer to the earth.

This is how I'm going to die.

As Peter launches a web at me, much like he did the night at the clock tower, his body suddenly slams against the fire escape of my apartment. The remainder of his web miraculously latches onto Harry as he falls onto the latticework.

As I begin to close my eyes, much like I did the night at the clock tower, I say a little prayer. I am thankful that Harry is given a second chance. Peter would have wanted that for him. As long as Peter's happy, I'm happy.

I can hear the voices of the crowds become closer and closer and I know now that my time has come. But, I make one last effort.

I jolt my hands the way Peter does when he launches a web. Though nothing happens. I launch my hand one last time, and a slit in my wrist opens up as a web shoots out of the opening.

The web latches onto the fire escape and I instantly stop falling.

I hang there, only a few feet from the ground, looking at the web coming from my wrist.

The web that I made.