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     one  brow  raises  slightly,  staring  at  the  – what’s  obviously –  a  younger man.  a  kid?   this  kind  of  bright  ass  red  and  blue  outfits  new  to  him,  up  close  anyway.  its  not  every  day  you  run  into  a  ‘ superhero ’  or  whatever  the  generic  public  feels  like  calling  them.  some  paper  calls  this  dude  a  menace  so  he’s  not  sure  what  he’s  supposed  to  call  any  of  them.   ‘  kid,  i’m  just  checkin’  to  see  if  you’re  alright,  so.  ’  

( and there was the k-word ) peter let out a heavy sigh, especially after what he was just called. of course, it left a refrained comment that he was spider-MAN, but he’d leave it out. ❛ yeah, i’m good. just had a thing with the mask. ❜ arms cross over his chest as he swayed on the balls of his feet. he didn’t feel threatened by the individual so he stayed lax. ❛ everything is good over here. so … are you good ? any crime needing to be stopped ? ❜

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gwen’s  brows  furrow  at  the  sight  of  peter.  he’s  visibly  exhausted.  at  this  very  moment  ,  as  much  as  she  wants  to  question  him  –  interrogate  him  –  she  opts  to  do  something  else  for  now.  she  can  save  the  heavy  stuff  for  later  on  tonight.  ❛  can  you  give  me  a  minute  ?  ❜  gwen  asks  &  leaves  peter  in  her  room.

she  comes  back  quickly  ,  closing  the  door  as  quietly  as  she  can.  she  has  a  glass  of  water  in  her  hand  ,  &  a  blanket  draped  over  her  arm.  ❛  i  ,  um.  i  brought  these  for  you.  just  …  you  know  ,  don’t  move  much.  stay  there.  don’t  exert  yourself.  ❜  she  lays  the  blanket  on  the  armrest  of  the  chair  &  puts  the  glass  down  on  the  nearest  surface.  afterwards  ,  she  elects  to  go  back  to  her  bed.  instead  of  laying  down  ,  she  sits  with  her  leg  crossed  ,  eyes  still  focused  on  peter.  ❛  you  have  …  you  have  a  lot  of  explaining  to  do.  ❜

he thanks her silently, taking the water gratefully. it didn’t hit him until then how raw his throat felt. yet peter masked it by doing his best not to cringe as the water hits. ( he really needed to get better at not getting beat up ) ❛ seriously, thanks. i really do appreciate this. ❜ his voice remaiend soft, more than certain it wasn’t just the two of them.

a heavy sigh followed, showcasing his nervousness though it had since dwindled. ❛ so uh … i guess i can’t leave till i explain myself ? ❜ peter laughed quizzically, though it was more of a forced laugh. ❛ i get it. this is kinda huge. i guess i’ll start from the beginning then. ❜ personally, he’d felt almost relieved it was just gwen and not some stranger. she was someone he felt he could trust at least. ❛ so um … back in our freshman year, i was sorta on a trip with uncle ben to oscorp. and i sort of broke the rules and went into a disclosed location. and got bit by a radioactive spider. ❜ it almost sounded outlandish to him the first time he told someone, which was ned that is.

❛ i literally woke up like this the next day. i could climb walls, my senses were dialed to eleven. it was insane. ❜ he explained, fiddling with the blanket as he spoke and he attempted to keep eye contact, though failed to. ❛ and then … you know what happened to um … ❜ peter’s voice trailed, though he recovered by clearing his throat, ❛ the incident. and i just sort of … didn’t want that to happen to anyone else, you know ? ❜ 

while he tried to condense his words, it only would make it more confusing, finding himself wanting to just disappear into the chair. ( if only his power was invisibility ) ❛ it just started taking off from there. i was stopping buses with my bare hands. swinging around the city. i invented my webshooters, my web fluid. it just felt natural. like i finally had something that i was doing right for once in my life. something that gave me meaning. ❜

❛ then fast forward six months and mr. stark tracked me down and i fought with him against captain america. that was my trip to germany and i’ve just been doing this thing ever since. i stopped the vulture guy, which also happened to be liz’s dad. ❜ he inquired, hoping that it shed light on the incident with him and her at homecoming. ❛ i saved everyone on the decathlon trip too. there’s just … so much that entailed. ❜

peter’s body leaned forward, utmost sincere before he spoke. his expression was almost apologetic. he didn’t want her to find out this way, if at all. it was his fault this happened due to his recklessness. ❛ i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, gwen. but it’s … it’s really complicated. only mr. stark, ned, aunt may and now you know. i’m just trying to do the best i can. this —— the suit, the alter ego —— i am nothing without it. please just … don’t tell anyone. ❜

spldertm·: 

_{Gwen tucked her hair behind her ear, looking up to meet his gaze, the smile still on her lips as she shook her head. “– NO, hey, don’t be sorry–” she began, clearing her throat as she shifted. She understood; no matter how DISAPPOINTED she was, she knew that she could be around him SOME OTHER TIME. It wasn’t like life was going to get in the way constantly, right? “Pete, you don’t have to do that for me,” she mumbled softly, taking a step forward towards him. The look on his face said it all– that he’d felt CONFLICTED about it– feeling some sort of panic. “It’s okay, I UNDERSTAND,” she mumbled softly. “I mean, I do want to be around you–” she stopped, a blush on her cheeks forming. “– but I know that this internship is IMPORTANT to you.”}

Peter’s lip went under his teeth as he chewed self-consciously. Yet his brain somehow managed to push his fears aside. ❛ No, I owe it to you. I don’t follow through enough. Let me just … take this chance to do just that. ❜ A forced smile did follow, though it wasn’t heavily forced. He was just conflicted. His worries outweighed his wants, and normally he’d sacrifice his own indulgences. But Peter thought maybe just this once he could do something for himself. It couldn’t be that bad without him patrolling, right? ❛ It’s fine, really. It’s not like I’m getting paid for it. ❜

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her  eyes  widen  at  what  just  occurred.  is  this  really  happening  ?  did  he  really  just  do  that  ?  did  he  almost  just  fall   right  in  front  of  her  ?  where  did  he  even  get  that  webbing  from  ?

gwen  listens  to  his  explanations  ,  trying  to  take  them  in  as  he  continued  to  ramble  excuse  after  excuse.  if  he  thought  she  would  believe  anything  he  said  ,  well  …  he’s  probably  out  of  his  mind.  (  &  gwen  is  definitely  losing  her  mind.  )  ❛  amnesia  does  not  work  that  way  ,  peter.  you  definitely  know  that.  ❜  gwen  takes  a  step  back  from  the  windowsill  ,  allowing  him  room  to  come  in.  ❛  do  you  have  any  injuries  ?  i  have  a  first  -  aid  kit  in  my  drawers.  ❜  she  bites  her  lip.  ❛  you  have  a  lot  of  explaining  to  do.  ❜

he was done for. there was no backing out of this one. it was almost as bad as ned finding out, if not worse. why did he continuously put himself in situations like this ? he truly dug himself under this time. ( it could’ve been worse right ? )

he lifted himself into the window, almost dead silent as he limped just a bit. ❛ nah, i’m good i just need to sit down for a second. ❜ peter tried to assure, yet his body deceived him with the agonizingly obvious pain he was in. ❛ i swear i don’t need anything, gwen, just pause for a second. ❜ his voice etched with fatigue, though wasn’t demanding, as he found a chair and almost collapsed into it. being able to finally relax his strained muscles gave way to his tiredness, yet the anxiousness pulsed through even more. peter lay lax directly in front of someone in his suit without his mask. ❛ look, it’s a long story. like … really long. ❜

lackspraise·:

             _{♙  HARRY STARED AT HIS FRIEND   as he stood silent at the door he opened only moments prior. using his   small   observation skills his expression looked tired when he eventually sighed. god   –   peter was such a klutz.}   

_{❝   you  BROKE IT   didn’t you.    ❞}

_{while grateful it was only harry, peter found a slight inconvenience in it. of course he was figured out. ❛ how would you know ? there’s no visual evidence —— ❜}

_{❛ —— but maybe. ❜}

❛ i’m going home. ❜ _{to say peter was annoyed was an understatement. not only had harry lied to him about the party, he’d also tricked him into thinking they were going to watch star wars. ( he should’ve known better, harry hated star wars ) peter could’ve been doing homework, or patrolling, or anything else than wasting his time at a rager for mostly only the popular kids from school. not to mention there were probably around a hundred other people he didn’t know. ❛ you know i hate stuff like this. ❜}

@rchboytm // plotted + starter call

smrtst‌:

❛  pinky  swear  ,  huh  ?  ❜  gwen  laughs  !  ❛  i  don’t  know  ,  parker  —-  pinky  swears  are  a  serious  thing.  if  you  pinky  swear  ,  i  definitely  have  to  expect  it.  you  can’t  break  pinky  swears  after  all.  ❜  (  she’s  only  semi  -  joking.  gwen  stacy  does  indeed  take  pinky  swears  seriously.  )

she  beams  at  him.  ❛  well  ,  it  is  something  both  you  and  your  aunt  should  be  very  proud  of.  &  um  —-  can  you  give  me  a  moment  ?  ❜  gwen  pulls  out  her  own  phone  ,  already  checking  her  schedule  for  today  &  the  rest  of  the  week.  ❛  i  have  today  open  &  surprisingly  ,  i  have  my  friday  open.  normally  i’m  free  on  the  weekends  ,  but  i  told  my  parents  i’d  spend  some  family  time  with  them  since  my  dad  finally  has  some  time  off.  ❜  she  tucks  her  phone  away  ,  refocusing  her  attention  on  peter.  she  chooses  not  to  comment  on  the  ap  class  ,  rather  just  deciding  to  keep  the  conversation  going.  ❛  i  like  him.  he  looks  out  for  the  smaller  guys.  i  think  we  need  someone  like  that.  ❜

❛ it’s extremely effective ! ❜ he rationalized, a smile overcoming briefly. ❛ i pinky swear i won’t go back on this. if i don’t send it, i probably just forgot. if that happens, you have the right to confront me. but right now i plead the fifth. ❜ peter’s joking aside, he tried to permanently indent the playlist in his head —— he’ll most definitely forget.

he stood idly with a nod as he watched the floor while checking his watch for the time just to seem as though he wasn’t just doing nothing. as she spoke up, his head shot up to focus back. pretending to check his own schedule he nodded, ❛ we can do it today ? if that works for you. or friday if you um … wanna get home. i don’t want to waste your time or anything. ❜ he practically rambled. yet he always peaked an interest in finding what others thought of his alter-ego. it either gave him criticism he tried to fix, or a confidence booster that he was doing something right for a change. a smile followed, ❛ yeah, he is uh looking out for the little guy. friendly neighborhood hero i guess. i agree, he’s doing a lot of good. ❜

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@smrtst // plotted + starter call

it  is  another  sleepless  night.  gwen  actually  gave  up  on  studying  for  the  night  (  which  is  a  rare  sight  )  ,  &  with  her  father  being  out  on  duty  ,  gwen  just  felt  restless.  she  already  paced  her  room  earlier  in  the  night.  after  that  ,  she  tried  laying  on  her  bed.  this  only  resulted  in  her  staring  at  the  ceiling  for  a  long  time.  but  then  she  got  quite  comfortable  &  chose  to  stay  there  a  bit  longer  than  she  wanted.  the  only  thing  that  made  her  get  up  was  when  she  heard  something  out  her  window.  quietly  ,  she  finally  got  up  from  her  spot  &  walked  towards  her  window  ,  flicking  the  light  on  in  the  process.

by  the  time  she  gets  to  the  window  ,  her  eyes  widen  &  she  immediately  opens  it.  ❛  holy  hell  —-  spider  -  man  ?  ❜  she  breathes  out  ,  only  going  off  the  vibrant  colors  of  the  suit  ,  until  she  gets  a  glimpse  of  his  facial  features  &  shock  fills  her  being.  ❛  peter  ?  peter  parker  ?  is  that  you  ?  ❜  her  pitch  becomes  higher  &  yet  she’s  attempting  to  keep  her  voice  down  ,  trying  not  to  awaken  her  mother  or  siblings.  ❛  oh  my  god  ,  oh  my  god  !  are  you  …  are  you  okay  ?  why  are  you  wearing  a  spider  -  man  suit  ?  is  that  blood  ??  ❜

❛ GWEN ! ❜ peter’s voice echoed from outside the panned glass, his grip loosening and causing him to slip from the brick though he saved himself by a quick shot of his webbing. then dangling from a strip pathetically as he practically gaped, mind spinning with possible solutions and excuses. ( there was no way out of this one ) peter parker was mortally screwed. but alas, his head convinced himself he would at least try. no matter how outlandish and stupid it may have sounded. and it was really bad.

❛ i uh —— spider-man was here ! did you see him ? he —— um —— saved me from these muggers, like um two huge dudes in the alleyway —— they stole my clothes and beat me up now here i am —— in … in his suit because i was naked ? ❜ ( that was pathetic ) even he knew how awful that sounded. of all the things he had to have concocted. that was really the best he could do ?  ❛ i’m not spider-man ! ❜ six feet deep and he started to bury himself deeper. ❛ i have amnesia ? ❜

spldertm·: 

_{“— oh,” The EXCITEMENT fell from her features and she cleared her throat, trying not to show the disappointment through her tone. She breathed out slowly, biting on her lower lip as she managed a small smile, nodding a little in response. “Yeah, no, it’s okay, I get it,” she smiled softly in response, tucking her hair behind her ear. She’d been WARNED about Peter and his tendencies to flake out but she’d been hopeful still. “There’s um, there’s always another time,” she smiled, canting her head to the side. “I guess um, I guess I’ll see you around..?”}

peter’s almost instantly went into panic mode. as soon as he could notably see her expression drop, the guilt flooded in like a tsunami. ❛ god, gwen … i’m sorry. ❜ his voice felt a low drop in it’s tone, showcasing his remorse as he wracked his mind for some sort of excuse. anything to make her feel better, yet it failed. ❛ maybe——maybe i can call in. i mean, i’m sure mr. stark would understand. ❜ the consequences slowly began to rise, especially if he missed out on patrolling that evening. what if something happened that he could’ve prevented? like a mugging or a car jack? he could always do it while they’re out. that wasn’t a safe option, but it was an option. ❛ i’ll text him. cancel that raincheck. ❜ 

sirens blared in the distance. _{peter’s legs nearly gave out beneath him as he lunged off the rooftop and barely managed to secure his grip on a brick building. a certainty of fatigue washed over, and in a brief moment, he felt suffocated by his mask. taking the risk of vulnerability, he slipped his mask off for a moment to take in a gasp of air which turned into heaving pants.}

_{❛ okay … you’re good. you’re good, peter. ❜ he breathed to himself, needing more than enough of the reassurance. running from the cops had almost became a past time, especially when rumors blasted about how he was only hurting the city by helping. for some police, it became animosity at the mere sight of him. it was in his moment of solitude that he didn’t realize he was right in view of someone’s window, which his spidey senses kicked in a little too late as a light flicked on.}

@smrtst // plotted + starter call