I landed in front of the entrance of the train station and gently laid down the trickster and pulled out my phone. I sent a quick text to Aunt May reading: "I won't be home until early in the morning, but I'm fine. Don't be worried. I love you! <3 - Peter"
I couldn't think of a good excuse that would keep her from worrying so I just hoped she was tired enough to believe me and go to sleep. I laid fake Gwen on a metal table in the train and I took a hair, saliva, and blood sample and started the test. It would take about twenty minutes to computer generate her DNA's double helix. Meanwhile I took out her contacts and put them in my container. I took a picture of her to use in a Photoshop app so I could change her hair color back to the color of her roots. Once I did I knew I had seen her before, but I couldn't quite pinpoint where. Her hair was a dark brown and her eyes were a light brown.
"How could I ever think this was Gwen?" I felt guilty. "I just know she's so angry with me."
When the test was finished, I cross reference searched her DNA on the police database and instantly got match.
At Oscorp, everyone who works there must submit a DNA sample and let them upload the results to a police database for an extensive background check. Just to make sure their DNA wasn't found at the scene of a murder or somewhere it shouldn't be before they're held accountable for that person.
The person's DNA was matched with a picture, as well as a name: Felicia Hardy, Harry's assistant. I'd only seen her a few times, but I do faintly remember her.
I couldn't believe Harry had gone through this much trouble to make her look like this. The hair, the eyes, even her clothes. He must have been watching her, and I never knew. I wanted to know how harry had convinced Felicia to lie. A wave of guilt blanketed me and I got to work on finding Gwen.
I worked until around four a.m., around five hours, and I was really tired especially after my whole night. I decided to cover up Felicia and hide the train car before going home.
I was on my way back home when I could've sworn to God I heard my name... in Gwen's voice...
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After-Shock
FanfictionWhen Peter fails to save Gwen after desperately trying, he sits and stares into her baby blue eyes until he hears the sirens in the distance, on their way to the clock tower. He takes one last look into the eyes of the girl he's fallen in love with...