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Ever since becoming Spider-Woman, Gwen had always pondered the ultimate question that had been held above her, the entire time she'd been alive.
When would enough, be enough? When would she have enough?
All these kids and even adults ignored the large part of being Spider-Man that came with tragedy and pain. Canon event or not, no matter whether Miguel was wrong or right, you always lost something important as a spider. They all wanted to be her until it came with everything else.
That could be said for all heroes, but for some odd reason the higher existence above them all had always targeted spiders with the greatest number of tragedies.
Losing her best friend, for the longest time she suffered, living two lives that were impossibly different. In one, her father loved her more than anything, in the other, she was loathed by him.
Even once those two lives were forced together, intertwined like a sick joke of a web, as if she was being punished for leading a life of lies, the tragedy of her life never ceased.
While her father might support her now and she loves him all the more for it, for finding a way to forgive her, it wasn't always that way.
When tested, his love for his daughter faltered against the hatred he had for Spider-Woman. In that moment, seeing the cold look in his eyes, no matter how much he had resisted, the police chief inside him had won.
It hurt Gwen to this day. That she could've imagined something going one way because...it had to right? Her father loved her too much to do such a thing...right?
Reality was often disappointing, Gwen knew so. She made herself believe it could only go one way to protect the fear inside of herself, and that, was perhaps her greatest downfall.
And running. Her greatest regret would always be running away from her problems. Away from her father, pretending that her Earth didn't exist, pretending she could run away from Miles until his canon event and swoop back in to be there for him. What kind of person does that?
A sixteen year old girl still trying to figure out the basics of life, is probably what Peter B would've told her. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right.
Spider people are often forced to grow up quicker than everyone else, and Gwen had been through enough to understand what she was doing. It was the mental instability that ruined her.
She admired Miles like that.
Scared, insecure, traumatized, and yet he still saved them at the collider. Out of all the people she'd met, he was the least likely to succeed simply based off of what he had to face only days into being a spider.
She didn't admire him because he was so incredibly stable during those times, but that he ran, realized he was running, understood he had to stop running, and stopped running.
It was that simple, yet simple doesn't always mean easy.
It's fairly simple, the motion of lifting a weight, but how hard does it get when that weight feels as heavy as the world on your shoulders, and yours alone?
Miles was strong when he didn't think he was strong. Miles was strong when they didn't think he was strong.
Gwen had come to realize one thing that no one else but Miles had.
It is what you, say about you, that threatens your destiny.
You will never be defeated by what they say about you.
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What It Means To Be Spider-Man
Fanfic"Spider-Man always, always does both." When his mentor, friends, his entire society tells him he can't save his father, Miles doesn't back down. He can't just let his father die knowing, believing there can be another way. Just because they gave up...
