A/N: To prevent any confusion as to the current events of this chapter, please review the previous chapters as some things that are to be mentioned will not be understood without the knowledge of what has been formerly written.

Silence.

Complete and utter silence filled the air as Gwen held tightly to the thick, sticky surface of the latticework. Only, no one knew who made the latticework. Thankfully, she was far enough away from the crowd to avert attention to the fact that she made the web herself.

Twenty stories above, Peter sits disoriented on the fire escape. What pride he had left absconded his body the moment his face slammed against the grated floor of the metal platform, overlooking the city.

When reality finally registered, he cautiously and fearfully leaned his eyes over the edge of the railing, expecting to see Gwen's body splattered throughout the sidewalk. As tears began to stain his skintight mask, he noticed a web clinging to the edge of the metal balcony and paused for a moment.

The web he held clutched Harry in its grasp. So, as his head shifted downward, he saw Gwen clasping her own web as her big blue eyes looked up to him, awaiting a response.

Without thinking, Peter quickly grabbed the web and gripped tightly to it, giving the illusion that it was he who saved Gwen. With that, he stood up to his feet, grasping two webs with two innocent lives on the other ends expecting death, and the mob of people roared with applause, assuming Spider Man launched the web that Gwen held to.

A sigh of relief blew out of the mouths of both Peter and Gwen.

Peter lowered both webs safely to the ground, prompting the police officers to seize Harry and the firefighters to liberate Gwen from her plight. Without a moment to lose, Peter dove into Gwen's window and tore off the suit that held oh-so tightly to his body. He threw on a hoodie and some jeans, then stormed out of the door.

Peter's POV

I can feel my entire body trembling vigorously as I make my way down the seemingly infinite flights of stairs. The only thing that keeps me moving is Gwen. I need to see her. I need to hold her. I need to hear her voice. I need... Gwen.

As I approach the foot of the stairs, all I can hear are voices. Voices of grating citizens gossiping, raving, and screaming about the chaotic occurrence that just unfolded right before their eyes.

I finally reach the large, brass doors that stand between me and the masses of people. I open the entryway and push my way through the hordes of individuals, frantically searching for Gwen.

As I continue walking through the crowd, someone seemingly jumps onto me and clutches to my chest. When my head shifts to the side, I see Gwen. I pull her in front of me and throw my arms around her, holding her close to me. She is trembling almost as much as I am, but I can finally be relieved now that I am with my other half again.

As soon as she breaks our embrace, I grab her hand and thrust the two of us through the crowd towards the building.

We sit in the empty lobby as the mobs of people frantically go about their business.

"Pregnant?" I say again, still trying to wrap my head around the concept. Before I realize what I've said, Gwen's facade reads that of disgust.

"Damn you, Peter," Gwen yells, "I am pregnant, I have some sort of webbing shooting from my wrists, and I have a lot of shit going on inside my body so do me a favor and change the subject!"

She buries her face into her palms and begins to sob. My throat tightens and tears fill my eyes as I watch her fall apart.

This was the breaking point.

As I stare at her, I fear the future we have together. But most of all I fear that hysteria will consume her.

After dismissing my worries, I grab her shoulders and embrace her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"I love you," I say softly, "and I will always protect you. You are all I have left-"

My own words stop me in my tracks immediately. She is not all I have left, and my heart drops into my feet.

Aunt May.

"Oh, my God," I say, "OH MY GOD!"

Without another word, I spring from my position and storm out the door, hurling myself into the chaos.

Gwen is not all I have left... not if I can help it.

I am able to navigate my way out of all the action and run down a vacant street, fumbling with my phone trying to dial Aunt May's number.

R-i-i-n-g!

R-i-i-n-g!

"Hi, this is May Parker. Sorry I couldn't be at the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll try and return your call as soon as I can. Thanks!"

I come to an abrupt halt when the voicemail ends.

I suddenly remember that I told her to go to the police station. I feel as though 200 pounds has been lifted from my shoulders, but I can't relax yet. My heart pounds out of my chest as I make my way uptown.

The automatic doors slide open as I hasten into the opening.

Before I can get to the desk, I hear her voice.

"Peter!" She calls from a distance as relief overwhelms me.

I shift my head to see my beautiful Aunt trotting over to me. Before any words can fall from her lips, I throw my arms around her shoulders and embrace her. My guilt may be overflowing, but right now the only emotion I can express is joy. I am joyful that my Aunt is still alive.

"Peter, I was so worried about you," she says with tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. I begin to cry, too. Just the thought of losing the woman who raised me is frightening.

"What now?" I say.

"Now? Hell... I don't know, but right now I don't give a single shit," she says with a smile. We both laugh and embrace again. My joy suddenly leaves me when reality, yet again, checks itself in.

Aunt May knows I am Spider Man. Aunt May also knows that Harry is the Green Goblin.

I have to tell her about it. I also have to tell her that I got Gwen pregnant. I also have to tell her that Gwen has some sort of powers. I may even also have to tell her that Gwen has nearly died twice now.

Maybe this is a dream. Yea... A sick, twisted dream and when I wake up, it'll be the first day of sophomore year. Yeah! That'd be nice.

Harry's POV

I stare at the wall.

The slimy, moldy, pathogenic brick wall.

There is no mirror in here. There is no door in here.

This is solitary confinement. Only one way in. No way out.

I anxiously await a visit from Mr. Fiers... just hoping he has valuable information.

"Mr. Osborne," says the intercom, "you have a visitor. His name is-"

Before the poor soul can finish, a loud crash chimes through the speakers. It's like music to my ears.

The ear-piercing buzzer rings as a collection of the grimy bricks shift to the side revealing Mr. Fiers himself.

"I haven't given up on you yet!" He says with a menacing smile plastered across his face.

"Neither have I... so what now?" I ask, "I mean, everyone's in solitary. Systevitch, Toomes, Kasaday, Octavius, even Electro. It's useless!"

"Mr. Osborne, you hired me to get that damn job done. A brick wall doesn't scare me. And besides, something tells me we won't have a problem getting Electro out. Trust me, the plan will be carried out. But now, we have to leave."

I rise from my position on the floor as Fiers leads me out of the room.

As excited as I am... a bit of guilt seeps its way into my brain.

"Fiers," I say, "is this the right thing?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I mean... a few weeks ago, while I was fighting Peter, I was subdued for a moment. And in that moment... Peter was talking to Gwen and said that I wasn't a bad guy. He tried to defend me, but in the heat of all that was going on... I didn't listen."

"Listen to me, Mr. Osborne, you aren't a bad guy. Peter is the bad guy. He was probably just trying to manipulate you. Don't let his foul words sink too deep. You're doing the right thing."

I nod halfheartedly, but dismiss my feelings and continue down the hallway.

"Here," says Fiers, handing me a pistol, "You'll need it."

Two Weeks Later

Gwen's POV

The shrill sound of the buzzer rips through the air as Peter holds tightly to my hand.

As I await her answer, my eyes trail up the extensively large apartment building.

"It looks nice," I say optimistically.

"Yeah..." says Peter. He folds his lips and stares as his feet, rocking back and forth.

"OK, bugboy," I say, "What is it?

"I'm nervous!" He confesses.

"What? What are you nervous about?"

"Gee, I don't know maybe the fact that I'm telling my Aunt that you're pregnant... with my child!"

"Oh, relax," I say with a smile, "I'm excited!"

"Who is it?" calls Aunt May's voice through the intercom.

"It's Gwen and Peter!" I say.

"Oh come up, come up!"

Another buzz blares out of the miniature speaker, indicating the doors are unlocked.

I place my fingers on the brass door knob and open the entry way.

As I briskly amble through the lobby, Peter scuffles and trudges through with his head down.

"Man up, Spider Man!"

"Shush!"

This brings me to a laugh as I press the key to the elevator. We step into the velvet floored space as Peter trembles next to me.

"Which floor?" I ask.

"Twenty first."

I press the button as the doors close and the elevator begins to ascend up the building.

"I, for one, think this is going to be fun!" I say.

Peter's POV

As I step into the apartment, the smell of tea and coffee fills my lungs.

Aunt May briskly saunters towards, glowing with happiness. "Do you guys need anything, tea, coffee, biscuits?"

"I would love some tea," says Gwen.

"Coming right up!"

"Kind of like my lunch,," I say softly.

"What was that Peter?" says Gwen.

"Oh, nothing... nothing!"

She trots over to the sofa and I plop myself right next to her, dreading the next few minutes.

"I love your Aunt's new apartment," says Gwen, optimistically.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I say, my legs shaking involuntarily.

"Can't believe we're doing what," Gwen says with an antagonistic smile.

"I already told you! Telling my Aunt that you're pregnant!"

"What, did you think we weren't going to tell her, just have her figure it out for herself once I begin to inexplicably gain massive amounts of abdominal weight?"

"I don't know, I just can't do this. I'm glad that you're excited about it, meanwhile I'm about the throw up. God, is it hot in here?"

"No, it's just you," Gwen shoots back.

Before I can raise my voice and begin an immature argument with Gwen, Aunt May walks in, holding a tray of crackers, tea, coffee, biscuits, scones, and rolls.

"What a lovely assortment," says Gwen.

"Why, thank you, do ya'll need anything else-"

"Listen Aunt May," I interrupt, "we need to talk."

"Oh, OK, what is it Peter?" asks Aunt May.

As I begin to say the words, I produce no sound. I also notice that my palm begins to sweat as I feel my shirt collar begin to strangle me.

Gwen nudges me in the side as I snap back into reality.

"Well," I begin, "Umm, welll... you know what, you know what... you're gonna get a kick outta this... umm... it's quite funny actually, you'll laugh, I know you will, you see me and Gwen... umm... we've been meaning to tell you how much we love you're new apartment, and umm-"

Before I continue stalling, Gwen kicks my shin and blurts out the news I've been trying to conceal for the past few weeks.

"Your nephew impregnated me."

As we wait for several minutes anticipating her response, it almost seems that she didn't hear us. She just sits there across from us, with a smile still plastered across her face as if she's in a trance. Her smile slowly drops and she looks down at her hands.

"Have you started prenatal medications," she says, strangely calm.

"Yes," Gwen says, "actually we have. And we also have a doctor's appointment in about an hour for a check up and an ultrasound!"

Aunt May is able to muster up the courage and puts a smile right back onto her face as she says, "Congratulations!"

"Well," I blurt out, "we better get going, you know. Wouldn't want to miss that doctor's appointment, now would we, Gwen?"

As I say all of this, I quickly try to collect Gwen and get us out the door before Aunt May can stop us.

"Peter," Aunt May calls. This isn't just her normal way of saying my name. This is her "you're in trouble" voice. I slowly turn around to see my aunt standing up with her arms folded.

"All I can say is I warned ya! Ya should'a used protection!" she says, more like yells, to me, "and... just so you know Peter, I will sneak down to that apartment of your's tonight and cut off your penis!"

A/N:

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? First and foremost, I would like to apologize for my recent absence. At the end of the year, my schedule was absolutely hectic and I wasn't able to start this chapter till January. But, now that I am free, I have lots of more time to write. I will now be updating regularly as this story progresses. Feel free to message me concerning anything, whether it be ideas for this story, Ideas for a new story you'd like me to write, or anything you want. I also urge you to check out my other story (Everyone Deserves a Second Chance)and please follow, favorite, and review that story. I would like to let you know I will not be updating my other story until it gains popularity, but expect regular updates from this story. I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review!

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