Marvel One-Shots

Gweter (Gwen + Peter)

Title: Webbed In Peanut Butter

Gwen Stacy never expected her Thursday evening to be interrupted by a web-slinging, trouble-attracting superhero — but then again, when your boyfriend is Spider-Man, the word normal is pretty much useless.

She was lounging on her couch, enjoying a quiet moment with a biology textbook she wasn’t actually reading, when a loud thud against the window made her jump. She rushed to open it, and Peter tumbled through with all the grace of a startled giraffe.

“Hey, Gwen!” Peter grinned, still sprawled awkwardly on the floor, his Spider-Man mask half-pulled up, making him look like he was in the middle of a bizarre balaclava fashion show. “Guess what?”

“I’m guessing it doesn’t involve you making a quiet entrance like a normal person,” Gwen said dryly, folding her arms.

He got up, dusted himself off, and revealed what was in his hand — a jar of peanut butter. Not just any peanut butter. Super chunky. Her favorite.

Gwen blinked. “Peter… why do you have a jar of peanut butter?”

“Well,” he said, his grin widening, “I was on patrol, right? Swinging around, doing my thing, when I spotted this guy holding a jar of peanut butter. And I thought, Hey, Gwen loves peanut butter! So, naturally, I stopped him.”

“You stopped a guy… for peanut butter?”

“Not exactly,” Peter scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. “He was actually robbing a grocery store, but that’s beside the point. I just thought it’d be nice to bring you a little something.”

Gwen stared at him. “So, you webbed up a guy and brought me peanut butter as a present?”

Peter shrugged. “Isn’t that what boyfriends are for?”

Gwen couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s why you love me,” he said, giving her his best puppy-dog eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t push your luck,” she teased, walking over to grab the jar from him. “But thanks for the peanut butter. Although next time, maybe don’t use a potential felony to find a romantic gift?”

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Noted. I’ll stick to flowers next time… as long as I don’t accidentally pull them out of someone’s garden mid-swing.”

Gwen smirked. “Let’s hope not. Otherwise, I’ll have to be the one bailing you out for flower theft.”

Peter flopped down on the couch beside her, letting out a dramatic sigh. “The things I do for love.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips. With Peter, life was always an adventure — even if it involved peanut butter and questionable decision-making.