𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕕𝕕 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 [Peter x Gwenpool]

An Odd Revelation

DISCLAIMER: The_Goof_ Does NOT Own The Spider-Man Franchise Or Anything, At All! I'm just a lonely and bored guy.

*Author's Note*

Man...School's hard. Thanks to it, this chapter might be kinda messy at certain points. I hope it won't bother you people. But even with all that hardships, I still had fun writing this. I'm just not well adjusted yet.

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Gwendolyn couldn't really think to do much. She just idly watch Peter going through what she thought was a mental breakdown.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE NOT GWEN STACY!? Does that mean, you're from another dimension!?"

After like four minutes of silence, Gwendolyn decided to put a stop to Peter's rambling. "Jeez, I knew you're talkative, but this is just taking the cake. Listen, if you let me explain, you might understand."

Peter heard her. A brief recollection flashed before his eyes. He grabbed his bag and zipped it open. Sinking his hand deep into the bag, Peter recovered a simple stress ball. It was gifted him by Michele.

He squeezed it repeatedly, which calmed his nerves down a bit so he could listen to this so-called Gwen in front of him. "Please, just tell me. I'm a bit... disorganized today."

Well, that's understandable, Gwen presumed. Note to self, sometimes just get to the point.

Without sugarcoating anything anymore, Gwen spoke about her current predicament. "Okay, Listen closely, my real name is Gwendolyn Poole, not in any way related to Gwen Stacy. Though, I was concepted as a variant of her, kinda like Spider-Gwen."

Gwen cheerfully rambled, unintentionally dropping a bomb on Peter about Spider-Gwen. She didn't noticed the tired disbelief on his face as she had gone down the rabbit hole once again.

"It would be pretty cool though. But I guess the writers were aiming for something original. I can't really complain much." Gwen's line of thought was popped like a balloon once her mind reminded her about her favorite hero standing right besides her. "Oh, sorry! Hehe~ let me go back on track. I'm not a cousin of Deadpool. Our costumes and ability to be aware that we're all fictional people are the only similarities we have."

Gwendolyn stopped, giving Peter some time to process what she'd just said and also allowing him to freely ask any question he wanted.

In a matter of seconds, Peter got his bearings and finally wrapped his head around the girl in front of him. "Okay... what do you want from me?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

Gwendolyn shifted her shoulders up with a sheepish smile on her features. "What? Can a girl just meet up with her idol?"

Peter's features flattered into a questioning look. "First of all, you're not really meeting up with me. You're more of like stalking me." Gwendolyn mocked being offended, putting a hand on her chest and playfully gasped. "Second, you called me an 'idol'. As if I'm famous or something."

Gwendolyn chuckled, amused that he still keeps his identity a secret. "Don't give me that, Parker. You know that I know that you know that I know that you know–"

"Please don't keep it up."

"–that I know, that you KNOW–"

"God dammit." A tired sound Peter muttered.

"That I know about this..." What she presented was a hand of hers with her thumb, pinkie and index fingers stuck out and the rest of the fingers laid to her palm. It mimicked... It mimicked...