Her eyes were like narrow slits in the center of her face, staring straight into his, piercing his very existence.

She licked her bright red lips as he uneasily watched... nervous about her intentions.

"How do you know who I am?" asked Peter, even though he knew exactly how. Though, he still denied the reality of what was happening.

"An old friend," she said mockingly, "but I bet you can guess who..."

She began to creep over to him nonchalantly, with one thought in mind.

Make Harry Happy, she thought to herself, and make sure that happens by any means necessary.

"What the hell do you want, Felicia?" he asked impatiently, pushing her body away from his.

"Your endeavors to make me leave are fruitless, Bugboy!" She replied with a grin plastered across her face that struck fear into Peter's heart.

"Just relax," she continued, "I just wanna have some fun..."

Before Peter could react, her fingers trailed up her skintight suit until they reached her zipper. She tugged on it a little to entice Peter, but this only made him nauseous.

Suddenly, the lamp from Gwen's room flicked on and the room began to glow.

Without hesitation, Felicia pulled the zipper down to her stomach and thrust herself atop Peter's body.

Gwen burst open the window to find Felicia taunting her with Peter, but his expression of pure shock was hidden behind a red mask.

Felicia rose from her position, zipped her suit up, and leaped onto the railing of the fire escape.

"I'm black cat," she said, "and I've just crossed your path." Before either could respond, she hurled herself from the platform and disappeared into the darkness of night.

Peter immediately tore the mask from his face and looked upon Gwen, her eyes glassy and cheeks red.

"What the hell, Peter?" she said before disappearing into a puddle of tears.

Before Peter could explain himself, Gwen rushed out of the bedroom, sobbing into her palms.

Peter wanted to run after her, but he couldn't. His legs were still involuntarily shaking and his head began to spin.

"What just happened?" he thought to himself, but he knew he had no time to think.

His love was, yet again, just out of his reach.

Gwen's POV

I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where to go.

After all we've been through, Peter betrays me and decides to rendezvous some pretentious whore.

My eyes burn with tears as I fly down the extensive corridor of the building.

I am angry.

No, I am Livid.

I should turn around and greet Peter with a slap to the face and a profane conversation, but he doesn't even deserve that.

He doesn't deserve me.

"Gwen!" he calls from behind, his words deflated and out of breath as he tries to catch up with me.

But I am faster. I am stronger. And I am powerful.

Just like in the wild, the female spider is dominant to the male in brains and brawn.

It's times like these I love having powers.

The silver elevator door comes into view as Peter's footsteps become louder and louder. As I feel his hand begin to grasp my shoulder, my dominance takes the upper-hand.

I grab Peter's arm and hurl him over my head. His body slams onto the hardwood floor, landing on his back.

He coughs and moans on the ground like a helpless, little animal.

He hesitates to stand, but eventually rises to his feet, his ego damaged.

"What the hell was that for," he says with a groan.

"What the hell do you think it was for?" I reply.

"Look, Gwen, it's-"

"Peter! Just... don't say that to me. Because I know that it's not what it looks like. I heard the whole conversation."

"Oh," he says with a smile, "then why are you mad?"

"I'm mad because you didn't do a damn thing about it when she came onto you. Did you enjoy it, or something? I mean, is she satisfying your immature, teenage-boy antics?"

"No! Gwen, I was trying not to let her get back to Harry. Because of her, they both know where we live."

My heart skips a beat when he says that and my anger is now on Harry.

I feel my throat tighten and my eyes water as Peter begins to embrace me.

"Why does the world have to be so unfair?" I say, my voice trembling and choking up.

I bury my face into Peter's shoulder and begin to cry. I mean, that's all I can do at this point.

"Peter," I say, "Promise me something.

"Anything," he replies.

"Please kick that son of a bitch's ass for me."

He laughs at my plea and wraps his fingers around mine.

"Let's get outta here," he says with an enlivened voice.

"Where are we going?" I say, my heart beginning to lighten.

"Anywhere... everywhere."

Peter's excitement reminds me of his nonchalant attitude during high school.

I love to see his spunkiness and carefree outlook surface once again.

I remember that one spring evening a few years ago when Peter came to my window, his torso cut and blooded from the violence of Dr. Connors. I remember the moment that I kissed him. We both laughed at our own dysfunctions and he whispered to me "let's get outta here." I remember that was the first time I ever swung through the city in his arms. And it was the first time that I knew he was the one.

The one for me.

"I love you so much, Peter," I say, choking up and trembling, yet again.

"I love you so much more," he replies.

I climb into his arms and he opens a window, overlooking the vastness of New York.

"You ready?" he says.

"Always."

With that, he jumps from the building, his arms clutched around me and mine around him, and we glide through the streets.

I miss how things used to be. When things were calmer and the our enemies pacified. I miss the old Peter, but I'm glad he's come back for one more night.

A/N:

Welp, obviously it takes me forever to update, so just expect a new chapter every other month. Don't forget to favorite, review, and follow!

In Christ,

The Exceptional Author