Author's Notes: these are so fun to write, I'll have this finished in no time at this rate. Keep those reviews coming, because they make me so happy!

Where in the timeline: Anywhere really, Peter and Gwen are dating.

Letter: C

Word: Charm

Gwen's heels clicked on the slippery pavement at a rapid pace. This part of town always freaked her out. There was a baddie lurking in every corner, she knew it. She felt their eyes on her as she walked by, but hopefully they wouldn't see anything of value.

She wore her khaki trench coat, with her over-the-shoulder purse underneath it. A faded blue beanie covered most of her light hair.

She heard a noise behind her, and instead of stopping to listen, she picked up her pace. The sound followed her, it was like a slapping sound but too far spaced to be footsteps. That fact escaped Gwen at the time, though. She turned into an alley and fumbled with her coat's large buttons in an attempt to get her purse, where she had a knifed stashed. It was only a four inch blade, not meant to be a weapon, but it would have to do.

"Hey!"

She startled and fell back against the slick alley wall as her follower appeared in front of her.

"Come around here often? Of course you don't. I like to drop in every now and again."

Gwen's mouth fell open and her hand dropped from her chest. "Peter! You scared me to death!"

Peter, all suited up as Spider-Man, maneuvered himself down from his web and tried not to fall, he was laughing so hard.

Gwen smacked him on the arm, and he managed an "ow" through his laughter.

"Gwen, Gwen," he said, holding a hand over his stomach and the other out to her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

She hit him again, just for good measure. "You are terrible. Why do I continue to put up with you?" She cried, trying not to laugh herself. She did giggle, more so at his tearful chuckling than his cruel idea of a joke.

Eventually they calmed into a silence. She saw the slight movement around his mouth and knew he was grinning much like herself.

"Boo," he said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers.

Gwen pretended to be scared, throwing her arms up and pretending to fall back. In doing so, she accidentally slipped on a bit of garbage.

Peter shot out a web, catching her by the arm, and pulling her into his own. "Need a ride?" He asked, looking down on her.

"I don't know, it is a lovely night for a walk," she responded in jest.

"But it's so much nicer above all this thick city air, and I'll keep you warm," he waggled his eyebrows.

She laughed and laid her head on his chest. "Oh, your charm is just too much. Take me away, bugboy."

Peter kissed her head through his mask, then shot a silver web into the darkness. With that, they flew away.