A Twisted Origin// A Spider-Gwen Fanfic (PART2)

Beat 10

Author Note: sorry for the wait, but life has been life-ing. I already started writing the next chapter, just please be patient and understanding if it doesn't come out soon.

He hung his head so nobody would notice his face. 

He walked with a cane into a small shop, which he was glad was empty. 

He didn't need anymore media attention than he was already getting.

If  I'm dying, I need to make the most of the life I have now.

Harry looked around the small jewelry shop carefully. He wasn't even supposed to be out of his bed. He was supposed to be at home, resting— but he couldn't.

There was too much on his mind.

"Erm... sir may I speak with you?"

Captain Stacy stared at Harry carefully. He looked awful: sick, frail, and exhausted.

"Of course... come in."

George Stacy watched Harry walk carefully in. He sat down in a chair, and took a deep breath.

"If it's about the profit, I already knew. I may be get'n old, but I'm not dumb." Captain Stacy muttered. "I can tell when men have a thing for my daughter."

Harry looked down. "Erm... yeah but not exactly that." Harry said softly. 

George at him carefully.

"Alright son, whats wrong?"

"I... erm I wanted to... never mind." Harry said softly, turning away. Captain Stacy walked over to Harry. "Boy, I feel like this has something to do with my Daughter."

"Well... erm...yes." He muttered. "But, I dunno."

"Let me guess kid. I was the same way when I talked to Helen's dad. So I'm gonna take a wild guess that you spent a good deal of money buying a diamond ring."

Harry looked at the Captain, and gave a slight nod.

Harry looked up at Gwen, as she walked through the door to his room. For the past week, he was doing home care. For the past two weeks, nurses and doctors had had long talks with him. 

For now, he was in a way on bed rest. The only time he was aloud to get up and walk around was for the bathroom. 

Though the night before he had taken his adventure without anyone knowing, and noticing— which was a skill he had learned during his time at British boarding schools.

The lights were always off, and the curtains blocked all light. If there was light in his room, it was from the heart monitors, IV machines, and whatever else was medical related.

Except his phone. He kept that near by for light.

"Hey." Gwen uttered, closing the door behind her. 

"Morning... or afternoon. Depends on how you see 11:59." He muttered.

Gwen gave a small smile and rolled her eyes as Harry sat up some in his bed. Gwen's sat down on the edge of his bed, and stared at him carefully. 

"Don't worry." Harry uttered. "I still owe you an Italian dinner Gwendolyn."

Gwen gave a small smile as he reached his hand out to hers.

"Shut up." Gwen uttered under her breath. 

"Wut?"

"Venom." She sneered. "Thinks my name is stupid."

"Well, my name is stupider." He said with a small smirk. 

Gwen gave a small smile, and Harry returned it. He sat up some more, and pulled her hand to him. She moved over and sat down on his lap, as Harry laid back again. Sooner or later, she laid over him, with her head on his shoulder. 

"When I get better, we're going for Italian." He muttered. "And when I get better, I..."

Harry's eyes drifted to the left drawer of his nightstand. He knew hidden in the back was a ring. 

"You're going to be here with me a bit longer." He muttered softly.

He was going to get better. He had too.