Peter cradled Algernon in his lap, who was snoring in his lap peacefully. Gwen was snuggled up next to him, a content smile on her face.

The pair hadn't been able to hang out lately, particularly because Gwen was super busy with the debate team. Peter decided to surprise his girlfriend by driving over to her family's apartment to spend the day with her. He even brought Algernon with him because Gwen was eager to meet the Piglet.

They had spent the whole day strolling around Queens, eating lunch at a local sub shop and walking Algernon in a park with a leash that Jessica had gotten him. No, after dinner, they were cuddling on her bed while watching a Hallmark movie. It was about a flower shop and a murder, but Peter wasn't really paying attention. Instead, he was sitting in silence, listening to Gwen's breathing. It was slow and gentle and he could feel it against his chest. He smiled and Gwen giggled, snuggling even closer to him. Algernon snorted and shifted a little bit over.

He wished this moment would never end. For a split second, he felt at peace. Everything was perfect. Everything about his life was in order. He looked down at Gwen, whose bright eyes were staring up at him.

"What?" Peter laughed.

"Are you watching the movie or not?" she asked, her voice warm and comforting.

"Not really," he admitted.

Gwen sat up and reached for the remote, turning the TV off.

"It's playing commercials now anyway," she told him.

Instead of snuggling back to his side, she sat in front of him, her legs crossed. She chewed on her bottom lip, her blue eyes blinking every few seconds.

"Gwen?"

"I wanted to ask you something, Peter."

"Sure."

"Have you thought about college?"

"Wait, what?"

"Have you thought about college?" Gwen asked again, a slow frown forming on her lips.

"Well, no. I doubt I'll go."

"Why not?"

"Uh . . . Because I'm Spiderman."

Peter's heart dropped when Gwen's frown deepened. His heart started to race in his chest, and he clasped his fingers together in his lap. Algernon woke up and scooted out of his lap, his little feet plodding across the sheets.

"Are you aware of how arrogant that sounds?"

"Well, uh—It's true though . . ."

"I know it's true, but is that all you're going to do with your life?"

Peter scowled.

"I think that's a pretty cool thing to do with my life!"

"Really? You barely do anything anymore. You just sit in that compound all day, waiting for Tony to give you a mission. He keeps you from complaining by buying you pet pigs and having team-bonding movie nights, but you don't actually do much."

"We have done some things and—uh—missions!"

"Not really. You actually complain a lot about not being able to go on missions a lot."

"I do?"

"Yes. It's basically all we talk about when we Facetime."

"What are you suggesting I do?"

"I don't know. Look into college or some kind of a career? You told me once that Tony had a lot of pull at MIT. You talked about going there before."

"Things have changed now."

"Really? Have they changed that much? You dropped out of high school for nothing. Just to be in a club!"

"The Avengers is not a club!" Peter snapped, his jaw clenching.

Gwen sighed and looked down at her lap. Algernon trotted over to Gwen, and head putted her knee a little bit, asking to be pet. Gwen rubbed the piglet's head.

"Maybe it's not, but that's not the point. I feel like your life is wasting away a bit."

"Are you serious? Wasting away? You think my life is wasting away? Are you kidding me?"

"Not wasting. That was a bad choice of words. What I'm saying is that you could be dedicating some of your time to something else in your spare time."

"I don't have spare time, Gwen. Being an Avenger is a lot of work, whether you believe it or not."

"Having yet another Star Wars marathon is a lot of work?"

"You really don't know what it's like to be an Avenger."

"I think I do, especially since I'm dating one."

"And you think I'm the arrogant one?"

Gwen sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Being a superhero doesn't mean being a slave to the government, it means actually being willing to lay your life down for the sake of your city or your country or what the hell! Even your world!"

"And who fits that bill?"

"I don't know. I was reading about this vigilante who just died in Hell's Kitchen and—"

"Hell's Kitchen? That sounds like it's out of a comic book!"

"And so do you!"

"You know what, Gwen? This is stupid. You don't even remotely get what it's like to be an Avenger and quite honestly, I don't think you ever will, but for god's sake, you don't have to be an ass about it!"

Gwen's jaw hung loose, her mouth wide open. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her nose crinkled up. Her eyes crackled angrily. She scooted over to the edge of the bed, and slid her feet off, hitting the ground. Algernon grunted, making his way to the edge of the bed. Peter grabbed him before the little pig could hop off and placed him back in his lap.

Gwen walked to her door, and pulled it open, gesturing towards the hallway.

"You're kicking me out?" Peter demanded.

His hands started to shake a little bit. He never really fought with Gwen a lot. Sometimes they'd bicker over where they should get lunch or whether Star Wars was better than Star Trek, but they'd never fight about anything more than that. It had always been playful, funny almost. They would always make up with a hug or a kiss. Then they would go on with their date, everything perfect and wonderful.

"You won't listen to me," Gwen snapped "You won't even hear me out."

Peter groaned and pulled himself out of the bed. He reached down into the corner of the room, pulling on the handles of Algernon's carrier. He picked up Algernon, put him in the bag and then swung it over his shoulder.

"Gwen—"

"No."

"Okay, fine. I'll call you later."

"Whatever."

Peter walked out of the apartment complex and onto the sidewalk of the bustling street of Queens. He pulled out his phone and ordered for an uber to take him to the parking garage, which was where his car was parked.

As he waited for the uber, a tear threatened to drip out of his eyes. He reached up and brushed under his eye, sniffling a little bit. The uber pulled up in front of him, the driver waving at him happily. Peter smiled back as he opened the door, determined not to cry.

Everything would be alright.

Wouldn't it?

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