Author's Notes: you guys are so awesome. I'm so happy you're liking this fic. The fact that you keep encouraging me to write more and combined with the fact that I love this fic myself causes me to write like two chapters a day :P this one isn't my favorite, but the next one is super cute :3
Where in the timeline: anywhere really... Near Gwen's birthday I suppose. :P
Letter: F
Word: False
Peter knew this routine. He knew what was coming next. His opponent, having finally pinned him down, would go through the motions, doing good cop bad cop all by their self.
First, they rough him up a bit, then pretend they're going to do it the nice way. They'll lure him into a false sense of security before bringing out the big guns, potentially catching him off guard and getting information quickly.
Well, Peter wasn't about to let that happen. "Gwen, I'm telling you, it's a surprise!"
Gwen, his captor and the weight pinning him to his chair, threw her head back and groaned. "Peter! You know I can't stand surprises. Not when I know they're coming!"
He laughed at his girlfriend's anguish, he himself suddenly turned into the bad guy. Putting his arms underneath her knees and back, he stood holding her easily, tossing her onto her bed as if she were a child. "Now you sit here and think about what you've done" which was trying to trick Peter into spilling about her birthday surprise "and I'll be back for you at five."
She stuck her tongue out at him, then let out a sigh. "Don't die saving the city."
Peter gave a nod as he clambered out the window. "Wouldn't dream of it."
"And don't forget that this restaurant is not McDonald's! Wear something nice!"
"Got it," he called as he jumped from the fire escape.