bug boy ⇢ spider-man | p. parker

one

gwen stacy.

swinging around the city was one of the best feeling's for me. having the cold air in your face, sending your webs from building to building, barely skimming the concrete road underneath you.

and best part is, you have no care in the world.

that's why i love it so much. because i feel free.

i had no idea what i was getting myself into when i agreed to the internship as OSCORP, but thank god i did do it.

because if i hadn't, i never would've earned the name of spider-woman. or, as i like to call myself, spider-gwen.

my name is gwen stacy. and this is the story of how i met the one and only spider-man.

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part 1: the amazing spider-man

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"fuck, fuck, fuck-!" i whispered to myself as i hurried to cover up the bruises on my face. a quick sensation ran over me, and i felt footsteps outside my door quickly increasing in sound until my dad got to my door.

he knocked, "gwen! honey? are you up?"

"y-yes, dad! just a minute!" i did my best to blend in the make-up on my cheek and make it seem like i never got punched there while saving an old lady from getting robbed on the street.

my suit was tucked under my bed because i had no time to put it in the loose floorboard in ny closet.

i finished up my hair and messed it up a bit to make it look like i just woke up. i sent a web to my window and closed it shut before opening the door a slight bit, "yeah?"

he was in his dark pajamas and his brown hair was a mess, "just uh- just making sure you were here. i heard some footsteps on the roof, so-"

"f-footsteps? oh, i didn't hear anything," i said obliviously, knowing i was the one on the roof.

"okay, well.. let me know if you see or hear anything. night, honey."

i smiled, "night, daddy." i closed the door and laid my head against it, holding my breath and waiting until i couldn't hear his footsteps.

the second his bedroom door closed, i let out the air, "jesus." i limped over to my bed and sat down, cradling my arm.

i've never gotten that close before. i need to be more careful nowadays. crime rate's getting higher, so more nights'll be like this.

i grabbed my suit from under my bed and walked to my closet. as i opened the small doors, i held my mask close to me. i could see my reflection in the lenses.

she didn't even have time to thank me. i left as quickly as i came. it's for the best though... right?

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i sat outside the school grounds on a table, silently reading one of my favorite books.

a quick sensation ran over me, and i felt a boy stand at the school doors take a photo of me. i already knew who it was, so i didn't bother to fuck up his picture.