Responsibility: Gwen Stacy x Male Reader

Tsk. Tsk.

Gwen Stacy was bored.

A week...

A whole ass week of pretending to be a high school student. 

...She was one, but still. Pretending to be one from another universe was very much out of left field, even for her.

Right... class.

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Gwen Stacy was sewing their suits in the back of the deli shop. Something which she used to do way back when.

She did have to admit, (Y/N)'s black suit looked very cool... maybe she should make one.

"Maybe with white accents..." Gwen said out loud.

"What accents now?" (Y/N) entered the back through the heavy door, he had boxes in his hands.

"Nothing..." Gwen brushed him off, before giving her attention back to the suits. "(Y/N). While you're here."

"Yeah?" (Y/N) put the boxes on a shelf, before going to pick up some other ones.

"How long are we going to do this... the masquerading I mean, not the uh... break." Gwen quickly stated, making (Y/N) raise his brow.

"I don't know? There's clearly a Spider-Man here, but we just can't seem to find him. Then there's Miles..." (Y/N) thought out loud.

"You have to tell me about this kid (Y/N). Please." Gwen asked him and he nodded in understanding.

"Not now... we have more pressing matters to attend to. The biggest curveball has to be... me." (Y/N) said, this time it was Gwen's turn to nod. 

"Yep. That's the whole schabang isn't it. He seemed to have some sort of telekinetic power, if he could choke the woman sitting across from him." Gwen theorized, her needle work almost done.

"I'll try to talk to him. He might not be as evil as we think." (Y/N) said, making Gwen shake her head.

"He choked a woman on live T.V." Gwen deadpanned at the man before breaking the thread between her teeth.

"Allegedly." (Y/N) shrugged as Gwen handed him his suit. "Thanks..."

 (Y/N) looked at the suit in his hands, the expert work of Gwen being shown in full force. He couldn't even tell that it had been patched up. 

"..." (Y/N) started to walk towards the backdoor, before he stopped midway. "Gwen... I really missed you."

"Me too." Gwen smiled but could see the deep sadness in his eyes.

"I-" He stopped himself and went out the door, leaving Gwen to work on her suit in her own wonder.

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"Fisk." (Y/N) Graythorne walked into the room, his slicked back hair cool against the Air Conditioning.

Fisk's bodyguard, one very purple, stood to the side of the room, checking out his own gear.

Funnily enough, the much richer Graythorne didn't have a bodyguard of his own.

"Graythorne. What brings you to my humble abode?" Fisk didn't look at the tall CEO but found his chair turn on it's own to face him.

"Never forget you're owner, dog. I would like to know where my money is being spent." Graythorne sat in a chair opposing Fisk, across the table.

"A collider." Fisk said, not intimidated by his "boss". "You might've known, had you read the dossier I sent you." 

"Tsk. Tsk. I'm a busy man Fisk, I would greatly appreciate if my dogs came to me instead of me having to come to them." The asshole's eyes glowed in the darkness of the room.