"How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means
And I'm obsessed
Are you free next week?
I bet we'd have really good"
[HOMECOMING, FFH, NWH, SPIDERMAN 4, DOOMSDAY]
peter parker (tom holland) x fem!oc
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It had been exactly two weeks since Gwen kissed Peter after he saved her as Spider-Man. Since then, she hadn't seen him, and though she knew they needed to talk, she'd been avoiding him. But her life was also a mess—her mom was still missing, and the police weren't helping. With her little brother Max depending on her, Gwen had taken over working as much as she could at her mom's job to keep food on the table. The days were long, exhausting, and lonely. Every time she looked at Max's face, the worry in his eyes mirrored her own. She couldn't lose hope, not with him relying on her. And yet, with each passing day, it was harder to keep the faith that her mom would come home.
Gwen hadn't even told Peter about it. He had his own problems as Spider-Man, and she didn't want to burden him with her personal chaos, even if deep down she wondered if he was trying to help behind the scenes. But every time she thought about him, her heart would tighten—not just because of everything he was going through, but because of that kiss. The kiss had been a turning point for her, something she couldn't stop thinking about even when she was knee-deep in responsibilities.
Now, Gwen found herself pacing outside Peter's apartment building, her nerves in overdrive. Her hands were shoved deep into her jacket pockets as she walked back and forth, glancing up at his window every few minutes. What was she even doing here? Was she really about to knock on his door after weeks of radio silence? What would she even say? The question kept rattling around her head, taunting her. Her stomach churned with indecision, torn between staying in the shadows or finally confronting him. She wanted to talk to him, to explain everything, but the words kept dying in her throat.
Finally, with a deep breath, she mustered the courage to march up the steps and knock on the door. Her knuckles rapped against the wood, and she held her breath, waiting. After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing Peter on the other side.
He looked rough. His hair was a disheveled mess, and dark circles clung under his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled, as if he hadn't changed in days. Gwen's heart sank at the sight of him like this. "Peter..." she said softly, stepping closer. "What's going on? You look like hell."
Peter let out a tired sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact. "Tony... he took my suit," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "He says I need to learn that being Spider-Man isn't about the suit. It's about... me. I've been relying too much on the tech, on the suit itself, and it nearly caused a disaster." His frustration was clear in the way his voice cracked. "He wants me to figure out who I am without it, but... I feel like I'm nothing without that suit."
