"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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Gwen swung through the twisting, narrow streets of Prague, her eyes scanning the area below, searching for Peter. Her heart raced as she replayed his message in her mind-it was cryptic, out of character. He'd texted her, "It's time," without any further explanation, and she had dropped everything to find him.
Finally, she caught sight of Peter's figure dropping down from a nearby rooftop into a shadowed alley. Wasting no time, she followed, flipping through the air and landing softly in front of him.
"What's going on?" Gwen asked, her voice carrying a note of urgency. "You texted me saying it was time."
Peter looked at her, genuinely puzzled. "No, I didn't... We still have a few hours." His words hung in the air, and Gwen felt her confusion deepen. Something wasn't right.
Frowning, she tapped the spider emblem on her suit, which immediately responded, causing her suit to retract and deflate around her, leaving her in her everyday clothes. She pulled out her phone and showed him the message. "Look, right here. That's from you, right?"
Peter leaned in, squinting at the screen. After a moment, he shook his head. "I didn't send you that..." he said slowly, trailing off as his eyes drifted away in thought. "Who could've...?"
Gwen's eyebrows shot up as she tried to make sense of it. She tucked her phone away, biting her lip. "What the hell?" she muttered, more to herself than to him.
Peter's words seemed to prompt her to share something else. She took a breath, suddenly unsure. "I had... something weird happen to me too," she began cautiously, her voice laced with apprehension.
Peter's gaze sharpened, clearly intrigued and concerned. "What do you mean?"
Gwen swallowed, then continued, her voice steady but low. "I was in my hotel room. I'd just put on my suit, getting ready for tonight. I walked out of the bathroom and... suddenly I was somewhere else. It was like a simulation. I was back home," she said, her voice tightening with emotion as she continued. "And I saw my brother..."
She looked away for a moment, gathering herself, then glanced back at Peter, her eyes full of urgency. "He was there, in front of me, just like I remembered him. But before I could reach him, something... some kind of tentacle wrapped around him and pulled him away." She stopped, trying to find words for the strange, helpless fear she'd felt. "I jumped out the window to chase after him, but then... I was just back in the streets here in Prague. Like none of it had happened."
Peter's expression darkened, absorbing her words with intense focus. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his dark, reflective glasses, slipping them on with a sense of purpose.
