Glad You Came - A Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen story | Male Reader x Gwen Stacy

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Gwen's POV:

Alright people, let's start at the beginning one last time. My name is Gwen Stacy. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the past two years, I've been the one and only, Spider-Woman... you guys know the rest.
I joined a band, saved my dad... and I couldn't save my best friend, Peter Parker. So now I save everyone else.
And I don't do friends anymore, just to avoid any distractions.
That was three months ago. I'm still not taking Peter's death well at all. The amount of migraines I've had from all the mourning, I wish it could stop. This is a scar that went too deep into my skin, I don't think I'll ever get over this. I don't think the bleeding will ever stop.
I'm leaning against my wall, covers over my legs and pillow against my back. The purple city lights shine through my window, acting as a night light that I didn't have to pay for. My room was so quiet. All you could hear was the city life and my light sniffling.
I was crying pretty badly before, but I gotten a little better. Well, better's the wrong word. I prefer the term, exhausted because of all the crying and it's also two in the morning on a Saturday.
I really need to get better quickly, I don't want to be walking in the halls of my school and be referenced as the crazy crying girl in school. My junior year of Midtown High starts next week and I wanna crawl into a hole and be buried alive. I need more time, like another month.
I need to get used to the fact that Peter won't be in the halls with me anymore. I need to get used to not having my best friend by my side.
Then, I heard a different sound from outside my room. Then, I heard a door close shut, dad's home. He must've had a rough day if he's coming home in the middle of the night. Still on his big hunt, for Spider-Woman. For me.
The floor kept creaking with every step he took, getting louder and louder. Is he coming to my door?
Trying to look like I was sleeping the whole time, I slid my body under the covers and rested my head on the pillow, facing the cold brick wall. The doorknob twisted and then I heard my squeaking door, slowly open up. The light from the living room shined into mine, I could see it on my wall.
"Hey, sweetheart?"
I pretended like he woke me up, so I lazily rolled over and looked like I was groggy.
"What are you doing, dad?"
"I uh-"
Whatever he's about to say isn't good. I know that because whenever he brings up something bad, he starts it off awkwardly.
I sat up and stretched, cracking my back while fake yawning.
"What?" I asked.
He walked over and sat down on the end of my bed. Yep, this is serious.
"What I'm about to tell you is pretty serious"
Okay, get to the point. He always prolongs things.
He let out a defeated sigh and looked into my eyes.
"I got fired"
He looked super bummed out that he had to tell his daughter that, anyone would. He seemed to be pretty embarrassed about this.
I didn't see this coming at all. How did my dad get fired from being captain of NYPD?
"WHAT!"
He nodded defeatedly.
"Yeah, I know"
I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder, wanting to hear his explanation.
"What happened?"
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"The mayor and city officials hosted an important meeting with me. They told me that I've done a bad job hunting down Spider-Woman. They demanded my badge to be handed over"
He defeatedly looked down.
"Dad, I'm so sorry. I-"
"No. I'm sorry... I let you down. I couldn't find your best friend's killer, I couldn't bring her to justice. That evil piece of shit deserves to rot in a cell for what she did to Peter"
Then he looked up at me.
"What she did to you"
I didn't know what to say, I just sat there. As the person that my father was trying to hunt down, it's a pretty awkward situation for me right now.
"But, in a way... it's a good thing I got fired"
"Why's that?"
"Gwen. I know you're not okay. I know you still mourn the death of Peter, which is totally okay. But I don't want you to suffer anymore. I don't want you to be stuck in this mindset and have me keep it going by continuing to fail to do my job. Your happiness is all that matters to me, Gwen"
I smiled from what he said and gave him a hug. I really needed to hear that, he always knows how to cheer me up. I love my dad a lot, I want what's best for him too.
I feel terrible for always making him so busy and almost work all night to find me, he's always tired. Then when he wakes up, he does the same thing. Over and over and over again... ugh.
We eventually broke the hug, now having his cold jacket separate from my skin on my arms.
"But with that, there's another thing I have to bring up"
I slightly raised my eyebrow.
"Now that I'm jobless and I won't be able to afford this place, we have to move"
Wait... what?
Move? Like, leave the city?
That means I can't be Spider-Woman anymore. I can't protect people from evil, my powers will have no use anymore.
"Seriously? You-you-you can't get a job at a shop and- have enough to pay for the apartment?"
I couldn't leave this place, people need me. Peter would want me to stay and protect the citizens of New York City.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I've ran out of options"
"I don't think I can do this, dad. I don't know if I can-"
"Gwen, it'll be alri-"
"NO IT WON'T!"
He looked at me shocked. I was panicking, I can't leave this place. But like he said, we've ran out of options. I started crying again. I put my hands in my face.
What I'm mainly sad about is that I feel like I let Peter down now that my powers will not be useful anymore. New Yorkers are struggling every day and they need someone to help them up, be a shield for them, guide them when they're lost. When my wars are over, so were theirs and they can live freely. I know Peter would be so proud of me for the good I've done. I wish I could hear him tell me that he loves me so much and tell me how much of a great job I've done... but we can't get what we always want.
Dad faced my direction and wrapped his arms around my back. He kept whispering sweet things to me and I cried into his stomach.
I'm sorry, Peter... I'm so sorry.