Bitten

Chapter 4

(okay so this chapter will be an explanation of what happened to Gwen's father and everything on why Peter thinks he and Gwen need space. thanks for reading! xoxo)

Peters P.O.V.

As Gwen goes on to tell me how she feels, I listen attentively. She says a few things about the internship that I already knew because she told me in the bedroom not too long ago.

This wasn't something I was ready to hear. Now I know how she must feel when I tell her I need space. It feels like she is reaching into my heart and yanking on the most sensitive piece and continues to pull and tug on it like she wants to pull it out of my chest and keep it for herself.

Yes, I'm very aware of the fact that I sound like a pathetic little school girl talking about being in love. But this is Gwen we are talking about. My Gwen. The only woman that I've ever truly loved.

I'm no softy. I mean, how can I be? I'm Spider-Man, that's not an option. But when it comes to my girl, heaven shines down on her and her light radiates off onto those around her, which triggers the small soft part I have that's only for her.

But there's a small, yet big, problem that floats here in the air. Her father died because of me. I failed at saving him because Conners as Lizard Man or whatever the hell he was was much stronger, and sliced his insides agape. There was nothing I could do to save him.

Conners became that lizard because of me, all because I solved that equation for him. My father would be disappointed in me I believe, but I'd only be able to determine that if he was around. If he wouldn't have been living the "Secret Life of an American Scientist," he'd still be here, and he would have been able to tell me not to help Dr. Conners. He could have helped me prevent Gwen's father from dying in my arms and I would have never had to hear the words that he told me.

His words are like a broken record playing over and over again in my head. I just don't know how to stop it.

"Just promise me one thing," he asked right before he closed his eyes for the last time, "Leave Gwen out of it."

What does that make me as a human being? Who am I to sit here and balk at his request, and continue to see Gwen? Each morning, I wake up believing that the words are a little more vague than the last, but it only gets worse.

As I'm out in the city working with police, I see him riding in sherif cars, standing next to another while they form out a plan to catch a robber, and even as I catch a guy running off with an old lady's purse. I catch a glimpse of him as he stares a whole right through me. You can see the disappointment across his face.

Gwen tries not to pry at the memory. She knows that I'm still haunted by it and it drives her crazy that she can't stop it. She loves me enough to know that when I say I don't want to talk about that night anymore, she drops the conversation even though questions swarm her head.

But I know my woman, and when she says she is going to do something, she'll do everything in her power to do it. She told me that she was grown and her father couldn't and wouldn't determine who she chose to love, and I'm so grateful that the one she chose was me. She is the strongest person I've ever known to exist, and I love her so much for that. Without her, I don't know what I would do with myself.