"Come on Gwen… Come out of there, I'm sure it can't be that bad." Peter called, tapping on the bathroom door.
After getting the necessary materials, Gwen had gone to try on her new costume and had not come out of the bathroom since then.
"No! I look ridiculous." She called back from behind the door.
"Oh, it can't be that bad… I bet you look hot." He said in another attempt to make her open the door.
"You haven't seen it so you don't know." She retorted.
"Fair point." He sighed in defeat.
Since she had locked herself in the bathroom he had tried almost everything he could think of to try and get her to come out but so far nothing seemed to be working. His ideas were running out and at this point it had become a head scratcher.
"If you love me then please come out." He requested.
"I do love you Peter, but there is no way in Hell that I am coming out. I look way too thick in this."
"Nothing wrong with thick… In fact, I like a bit of thickness. Please Gwen, don't make me break this door down."
"I said no." She sighed.
"Alright… I'm going to give you to the count of three and then I will come in there." He told her.
"One…"
He could hear her shuffling around the bathroom, and for a split second he was hopeful that she might come out.
"Two…"
The lock on the door twisted, signaling that she had unlocked it, but still there was no sign of her actually opening the door.
"Three… Okay, you leave me with no choice, I'm coming-" He began to warn her but was quickly interrupted.
"Wait!" She called out just as he reached for the door knob.
"Are you going to come out?" He questioned, folding his arms.
"I… Yes, okay… I'll come out." She finally gave in.
"Good."
Backing away from the door, he dropped his hands down to his sides and leaned back against the wall opposite the bathroom just as the catch of the door clicked and it opened to reveal Gwen stood in the doorway; complete with costume.
Peter's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her standing before him, her natural beauty jumping out despite being hidden by the costume. His mouth dropped open as he was stunned into silence.
"W- Wow…" He stammered.
"See. I told you I look ridiculous."
"No you don't. Not at all, Gwen! You look beautiful and I was right, this is hot." He assured her.
Before she could say another word of protest, he stood up straight and placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her into him. Lifting her mask so that it was just below her nose, he planted a kiss on her soft pink lips.
"You look beyond amazing in this." He told her.
"Thank you."
Heading back into Gwen's bedroom, she stood by the window and stared out into the city. Peter came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and staring in the same direction as she.
"What do we do now?" She asked, twisting her neck around to look up at him.
"Now?... We go out into the city so that you can learn a thing or two about all of this." He informed her.
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Showing Her The Ropes
FanfictionRating: 16+ (Some mature themes; Violence etc.) Trigger warning: Some very raw emotional moments. Alternate Timeline. What would have happened if Peter had given Gwen venom and she survived? Spider-Gwen! Title pretty much tells you what it's goin...