DID YOU NOTICE THE TITLE CHANGE???
AND THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY MESSAGES (it wouldn't let me reply to them all)
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'Another weather update to you New York City residents; over the past few days we have received many phone calls from people living in small towns near our beloved city, they claim to have seen blasts of "furious" blinding, white light cast into the sky at regular intervals. However we are here to assure you that this is just very strong lightening and we advice the residents of this small town to stay inside while they can and to not venture out into any nearby woodlands.
We hope that all families are safe and we are sure that this is just a strange weather pattern that will pass over soon.'
I switch off the TV and turn to Peter.
"Have you heard anything about this?" I ask.
His eyebrows are scrunched up and he frowns a bit. "Uh, I've heard some bits here and there."
I stare at him so he knows that I know that he knows something more.
"It's nothing for you to worry about, Gwen." He gives me a small smile.
"But it's something for Spider-Man to worry about, right?"
He sighs and looks me in the eye. "I don't personally know the dude but from what I've heard..." I punch him in the arm and he clutches the skin. "He's not really into that stuff." Peter grins.
I glance past him and look out the window behind him, sighing.
"I'm not brainless... I know something is going on," I squint my eyes at the light of the sun. "You've been really preoccupied recently and... you do know that I watch the news daily right?"
He ignores me and gets up off the sofa.
"I'm trying to leave you out of this, Gwen." He replies and I can hear him pacing rather than seeing him do it because I'm still looking out the window.
"Isn't that what almost tore us apart before? Keeping secrets."
I can imagine him shaking his head, either because he knows I'm right or because of his undying need to keep everyone safe, even if he doesn't know them personally.
"I need you safe more than anything. You and May. But it's also my duty to protect the people of this city," He sits down beside me. "No, it's not my duty, it's something else that I can't quite explain." Peter takes my hand in his and starts playing with my fingers.
"I know, okay?" I turn my head to face him. "I know. But I'm in too. Where you go I go, remember?" I repeat his words from last week by the bridge.
His eyes look pained but he knows that this is it and how it's going to be for now until whenever. Before he has anyone more time to think too much or to change his mind, I drop a quick kiss onto his lips and say
"I've got some studying to do for finals so I'm gonna go," I jumped up, swinging my bag over my shoulder and calling back. "You can let yourself out."
Books are scattered across the desk in front of me with my face planted in one. I've been studying for just over three hours and I feel like I've been dragged through the Sahara desert. Outside it's 60 degrees and the library feels significantly hotter... and on top of all that I'm exhausted. I brush my bangs out of my face and cap the lid of my pen before packing my stuff up; I fold my cardigan up and shove it into my bag as well.
I exhale a sigh when I leave the library standing still for a moment to allow the temperature change to settle, but within 10 seconds my hands are clammy and just ew.
I have a few hours to kill before Mum wants me home for dinner so I walk across to central park and lie down on a shady bit of grass with a book in my hands. That's the only down side for me with New York, the heat, I can't deal with hot weather or even warm weather so when Winter rolls around I'm a happy, dancing bunny. I remember when I was in middle school and my best friend at the time had his birthday party at an amusement park - let's just say I threw up a total of six times and then fainted.
An hour passes and the sound of New York traffic increases with it, but this time it sounds a bit strange... there's no honking horns of cars nor the sound of angry taxi drivers.
I get to my feet and see that I am completely deserted in the section of the park that I am in, safe for a woman running. When she passes me I try to get her attention but she just continues on with a scared look on her face. I look around again before jogging out of the park and hitting one of the main roads. My feet slap against the pavestones and I swear I'm sweating oh god please say I don't smell.
The sight that hits me is none too familiar, cars have crashed into each other, water pours from the stations situated on the corner of pavements, there is a lampost bent in half and another half a dozen bent at different odd angles but what has me frozen in place and sighing with some sort of relief is that Times Square is completely blank, no advertisements, no posters, no lights... at first I think it is just a power cut but that wouldn't explain the chase of people streaming through spaces of cars, down sidewalks and across roads.
The sound of shrill fear in the air is like a blanket that I can almost feel. I'm then struck but how familiar this is, last time I was in the park with Peter there was a giant lizard roaming around the city and he went off after it.
Shit.
No. Yes,
OF COURSE! He's wherever this chaos is coming from. I shake my head and let out a frustrated sound not scared if was anyone looking at me because well, the city was in pandemonium.
What do I do? I don't even know what's going on other than the fact that we are in a blackout and people are terrified. If I somehow managed to find Pete- Spider-Man what would I do? I look up to the sky as if it'll give me a sign as what to do when I see something stark white swipe across the cloudless sky, my eyes dart after it and soon enough it's moving from behind building after building, revealing two other colours, Red and Blue.
Jackpot. I've just found Spider-Man.
I sort of run slash walk after the webs but they move at a blinding speed that I lose sight of them for a moment before I'm falling backwards onto something. I twist inwards and pull my arms and legs in to steady my fall but I don't quite meet the hood of the police car. I'm wisted around to find leotard boy also known as Spider-Man.
"What's going on?" I blurt out.
"Nothing I can't handle, " Peter replies with his hands still having a firm hold on my wrists. "You need to run like the rest of these people, okay? Run home."
"But-"
He shakes his head. "I mean it, Gwen. I know we're in this together and I meant it but can we be in this together with you safe?" He releases his grip and pulls me in for a hug before starting off again.
I start to follow but he turns around so quickly and sticks his arm out, letting loose of his webs before I can release a single breath. They encase my hand against the opened roof of the hood of the police car. My eyes widen and then I glare at him.
"I love you too." He replies before sprinting off.
Douche.
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hellooooo
I AM SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LATE UPDATE ://
I've been suffering from really really really bad writer's block, I've known what I've wanted to write but not how to write it if that makes sense?
This story is gonna be over real soon :-(
and I'm sorry for another bad update :/
-saskia :-)
