Chapter Nine: Hanging With Gwen

After Peter made it out of the apartment complex he immediately began looking around for Hammerhead's limo, but the limo was nowhere to be found.

"Where would they have gone?" Peter thought to himself.

That's when Peter had a brilliant idea. "Aunt May's cell phone!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure they would have taken it from her, but if they didn't turn it off I could trace the signal."

He quickly pulled out his phone and typed in "where's my iPhone?" and then typed in May's phone number. After a few seconds of waiting a location popped up.

"The Brooklyn Bridge?" Peter announced, wondering why they would go there. "I have no time to waste," he said, attempting to spin a web into the air. Unfortunately, he was completely out of fluids due to the Beyonce look-alike causing him to blow his entire load.

"Crap!" he exclaimed. "I guess I'm just going to have to see how fast I can run."

The Brooklyn Bridge was about thirteen miles away. Given time for the traffic, that would've normally taken forty-five minutes by car. It would've taken the fastest runner in the world fifty-five minutes if they could run straight there without any resistance. Peter made it to the bridge in less than thirty.

When Peter got to the bridge he noticed there were several police cars already in the area.

As he gazed around he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Aunt May! Uncle Ben!" he hollered out, realizing they were safe and sound, standing in a huddle with other police officers. He then quickly ran over to their side.

"Aunt May. Uncle Ben. Thank god you're okay!" he said euphorically, giving the two of them a hug.

"Yes, son. The police made it to us just in time." Ben told him, though a frown was still on his face.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, noticing the frowns on everyone's faces.

May stepped forward. "After Captain Stacey rescued us, they took his daughter as a hostage. Apparently Gwen was with him when our neighbor, Mary Jane, informed him about what was going on."

"Where are they now?" Peter asked.

May pointed her finger towards the top of the bridge. There, on the top of the support beams, were Hammerhead, Tombstone, and Gwen. They were dangling her over the side.

"Why aren't the police trying to find a way up there?" Peter continued asking.

"They've poured some sort of oily substance all over the support rails. There's no way to get up there safely," Ben informed him.

Peter stepped away from the group for a moment and began surveilling the situation. He knew he had to find a way to get to the top of the bridge supports, and without his webs working, he would most likely have to figure out a way to climb it.

Just then, a voice called out to him. "Peter! Thank goodness you're okay!" It was MJ walking towards him. She also had some dorky looking dude walking next to her.

"How did you know what was going on?" Peter asked MJ.

"I found the note they left on your dining room table. That's when I called Captain Stacey," she replied.

"How did he know where to find them?"

"Simple. He traced your aunt's cell phone signal. It led them straight here," she informed him. "They managed to save your aunt and uncle, but while doing so, the bad guys managed to nab Gwen."

The man standing next to MJ had a mean look on his face. "So, this is all your fault!" the man proclaimed, pointing his finger at Peter.

"Who is this guy?" Peter asked MJ.

"His name is Ronnie. He's Gwen's boyfriend," she replied.

"My name isn't Ronnie!" the man said with a pissy voice. "My name is GLITNER! Get it straight!"

"Glitner?" Peter retorted. "Why would you call yourself that?"

"It means, one who shines," Glitner piped up. Then he shrugged his way past Peter and MJ. "Now, step aside. I'm going to go save my girlfriend."

"Wait a second. I've seen you around at school," Peter recalled. "Aren't you the one who is always criticizing everyone's work?" he asked.

"That's what I do best!" Glitner responded.

"But… Don't you get tired of being such an asshole?" Peter mocked.

Glitner walked up and got in Peter's face. "Don't you ever get tired of making all those stupid science fair projects? Do you actually think they will ever be important some day?"

Peter knew he could take this punk out with one flick of his pinky, but he also didn't want anyone to know he had that type of strength. Instead, as Glitner was starting to walk away, Peter snatched his wallet from out of his back pocket.

"Let's see what this guy's real name is," Peter said, looking at Glitner's I.D.

"Ha! Are you kidding me!?" Peter asked, letting out an uncontrollable laugh. "Is that actually your real name?"

"Give that back to me!" Glitner demanded.

"Okay, Ronald. Ronald Fucking McDonald!" Peter replied, tossing him back his wallet. "I should have known you were just a clown."

"Just… shut... up!" Glitner bellowed. "I'm not a clown! I'll show you! I'm going to go rescue my girlfriend. Then everyone will love me!"

Glitner then went over to the side of the bridge and began trying to scale the support ropes.

"You won't be able to make it to the top!" Peter informed him. "They have greased the cables! You'll slip and fall!"

"Just shut up and stay out of my way!" Glitner yelled down.

"Fine! Whatever!" Peter replied, throwing up his hands as if to say he would leave him alone.

Moments later, police officers noticed Glitner trying to climb the cables. "Hey, you! Get down from there!" they yelled out.

Glitner was having nothing of it, continuing to make his way up. Surprisingly, he actually managed to make it about half way up, which was nearly seventy-five feet. But then, suddenly everything went wrong. Glitner's hands slipped on the oily substance, causing him to start sliding down. The friction from the sliding caused his hands to start burning, and in-turn, also causing Glitner to have to let go of the cables. He then fell more than a hundred feet down into the cold East River, making a loud splash as he hit.

The entire crowd gasped as they waited to see if he survived the fall.

And then, miraculously, Glitner's head popped up from out of the water. "I'm okay!" he yelled out.

But then, something even more unfortunate happened. Just after he told everyone he was okay, a cargo boat ran him over. And to make things worse, his entire body was shredded by the propellers, leaving nothing but a bloody mess in the water. Everyone had to turn their heads away because they couldn't stand the sight.

"Ouch!" Peter cringed. "I guess he won't be leaving any more bad reviews on Fanfiction."

While the police were paying attention to Glitner's mangled body, Peter decided to make his own attempt at scaling the side. He knew his hands could grip the cables better.

His plan was working perfectly as he quickly started making his way towards the top, even the oily substance didn't slow him down much. However, just as he was about three-quarters of the way up, a helicopter suddenly appeared in the sky. It was there to pick up Hammerhead and Tombstone.

Peter made it to the top just as Hammerhead and Tombstone were about to climb the swaying ladder.

"Let Gwen go!" Peter demanded, confronting the two men.

"Poor choice of words, kid!" Tombstone replied, letting go of Gwen, allowing her to begin freefalling from the top of the bridge.

"Noooo!" Peter cried, jumping off the side of the bridge after Gwen. He then stuck out his wrist and prayed enough time had passed to allow his webs to replenish.

Thwip! It had. He caught her ankle. He now had to shoot another web to stop his own freefall.

Thwip! His web managed to catch hold of the arch of the bridge, stopping his momentum.

Peter then pulled Gwen up close to his body, holding her tightly against his waist.

"You saved me," she said euphorically.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save your boyfriend," Peter sadly replied.

"Screw that asshole! I never liked his judgemental ass anyway."

"Oh. Okay." Peter was shocked by her response.

Peter was sweating from all the excitement.

"Quick. Lower us down to the support beam near the water," Gwen instructed. "I know a little hiding place inside the structure."

Peter did as she asked.

As soon as they made it inside the hidden structure Gwen instantly began kissing all over Peter. "You're my hero," she mumbled in between kisses.

"I think you are in shock from the fall," Peter replied, trying to make sense of her actions.

"Nonsense. I'm perfectly fine. Now… Take off your clothes. We only have a few minutes before someone realizes where we are at," she demanded, ripping her own shirt open and hiking up her skirt.

At first, Peter wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to try and do something, especially since so many people were close by, but after getting a good look at Gwen's perky breasts, he couldn't help himself.

"Fuck it. Let's do it," he declared, pulling his pants down, allowing Gwen to hop up onto his dick.

He firmly squeezed her ass as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her tits perfectly in front of his face, allowing him to switch back and forth while sucking on her light-pink nipples.

Gwen began sucking on Peter's neck, trying hard to leave a hickey, almost as if she was marking her territory.

Peter could feel how wet Gwen was between her legs as he slowly lowered her down onto his cock, the warm feeling of her tight pussy making Peter as hard as a rock.

He only allowed a couple inches at a time to penetrate in and out of her. He didn't want to hurt her by putting it all in at once. In fact, he could tell she was a virgin from the thin wall he broke through as he continued pushing it further inside her.

"Oh my god. It feels so good. You really know how to do it the right way," Gwen moaned. "Ronnie tried to fuck me, but he couldn't even get me wet."

Peter couldn't believe how perfect her body was, her skin so soft and smooth, her waist and hips allowing for a perfect figure eight, her eyes so bright, and her ass fitting perfectly in his hands.

Gwen's pussy was so tight he could only put about six or seven inches inside her before he reached the bottom. Every time he tried lifting her up her pussy would grab onto his dick. The sensation felt so good.

After a couple more minutes of penetration Gwen stopped him. "Okay. Set me down. I'm going to finish you off by sucking your dick," Gwen instructed.

When Peter pulled his penis out he could see that it had a bit of blood on it from popping Gwen's cherry. He quickly spit on his hand and wiped the blood off while Gwen was getting on her knees.

Gwen pulled her hair back and then stuck his giant cock in her mouth. She then started slowly bobbing her head up and down. Peter was in ecstasy as her tongue massaged his shaft all while the head of his dick pressed against the side of her soft inner cheek, her hands gently caressing his balls.

Just then, a woman's voice was suddenly heard from outside the small hidden area. "I think I found them. I think they're in-"

"-here." It was MJ. She found the two of them nude, Gwen's mouth and hands caught around Peter's cock.

MJ quickly turned her head away. "I-I was looking for you guys. I-I thought something bad might have happened to you. I'm sorry... I didn't know… I didn't know you guys were doing something," she embarrassingly stated.

Peter could tell she was upset. "MJ… I can explain-"

MJ quickly put her hand up in the air, gesturing for him to stop talking. "It's okay. Just hurry up and get your clothes back on before Captain Stacey gets over here. I don't think you want him to find you guys like this," she insisted. And then she stepped away from the opening.

A few minutes later, as Gwen and Peter reunited with their families, Captain Stacey walked over to Peter and shook his hand. "Thank you so much for saving my daughter. You're a good kid, Peter," he graciously remarked. "Hammerhead and Tombstone got away, but don't you worry, we're gonna catch 'em."

Peter looked over at MJ. She could only roll her eyes as Peter accepted Captain Stacey's gratitude.

Ben then moved in closer to Peter and put his arm around his nephew. "He certainly is a good kid," he acknowledged. He then put his arm around May. "Come on, guys. Let's go home."

Peter looked surprised by Ben's statement. "Did you just say, let's go home? Are you and May getting back together again?"

May reached out and touched Peter's arm. "We have some big news to tell you, son. Your uncle and I are going to have a baby. I'm pregnant."

Peter was now even more shocked. "How? I thought you guys couldn't have children," he retorted. "And when would it have happened?"

"It must have happened before we split up," May answered. "I guess it's a miracle."