a second chance | gwen stacy x fem! reader

11: Gone, Gone, Gone

I rush home, panting and out of breathe as I quickly march up to my room. "Y/N, why are you home so late?" My mom calls out as she tries to reach me. I ignore her, slamming my door shut as I pant. I close my eyes, trying to calm down as I begin to bite my fingernails. I pace around my room, breathing heavily as I glance at the USB drive on my table, unsure of whether to continue watching the documentaries or not.

I knew watching these documentaries would somehow put me in danger, so I wanted to wait for Gwen.. to maybe watch it with her. But, it's been too long. Doctor Octavius is already growing suspicious of me. I've tried my best to slow construction of the project down by suggesting horrible ideas that led to dead ends in the research, but Octavius always somehow managed to problem solve her way through it.

A few knocks is heard on my door as my mom stands on the other side. "What is going on with you?" She crosses her arms, lowering her eyebrows. "Can.. we just not.. right now?" I hold my hand out, trying to calm down. Her expression softens as she hears my panicked voice."You can't stay mad at me forever." She says, leaning against the door.

"Y/N, I'm here. Talk to me." Her shoulders relax as she waits for my answer. "I'm fine, Mom." I say, clearly impatient with her. "I just.. I had a bad day at school." I sigh, breathing out as I raise my voice. My mom rubs her arm, gaping her mouth open slightly. "If.. if this job with Doctor Octavius is becoming too much for you, you know you have a choice to leave, right?"

I shake my head, chuckling a little as my eyes widen. "I really don't have the choice.." I mumble under my breathe as I sigh. "You're overworking yourself, Y/N. And you're stressed. I don't know for certain about what, but.." She takes a deep breathe. "I hate to see you like this.."

I exhale slowly, giving a tired look. "I know that I'm hard on you.. but it's because you're a smart girl, and you have such a bright future. Unlike your boring mom.. who's only a nurse working in a hospital trying to get extra shifts.." Mom's eyebrows furrow with a frown and a sigh. "Your dad left you in my care, and I'm doing the best I can.. But it's been such a struggle to reach you."

My voice shudders as I hear my dad being mentioned. She then gives a sad smile. "If he was here.. and if he saw how you looked when you walked through the door.. his heart would break." She puts a hand to her chest, giving a soft expression as she tears up slightly. My eyes widen as I see hear her saying that. After a few moments, her footsteps fade away as I'm left alone again.

I shut my eyes, shaking my head slightly as I open them, staring ahead with a determined look. I grab the USB, plugging it into the old laptop and forcing myself to sit down. I stare at the computer, opening the third documentary and bracing myself.

"About a month into the experiment, the animals have somehow escaped.. But, I-I don't believe it's possible that they escaped. The subjects were locked into tight and secure cases to be monitored." My dad begins to put a hand to his forehead, running his hands through his short brown hair. He suddenly perks his head up, tapping the desk loudly.

"Honey? Dinners ready.. Come eat with us, you've been in your room all day!" I hear my mom's voice lurking in the background. "I'll be down soon!"  He shouts back, quickly turning towards the camera again. He clears his throat. "Since the gizmo targeted the disease of the animal, it reversed it as intended.. But, what if the gizmo caused an uncontrollable reversion of the animals cells, causing it to... not exist at all?" His eyes widen as he frantically clenches his teeth.

"If my hypothesis is correct then.. the gizmo could be deadly." He looks up towards the camera, logging off and ending the video. I shake my head slightly, confused and seeing the fourth and final video he logged. I suddenly hear a grunt outside my window. I tilt my head, choosing to investigate the noise and leaving the laptop open. I bring a large sweater with me as I open the window, stepping outside and looking around.