He Kept A Promise {One-shot}

UGGH I AM SOO MAD RIGHT NOW....I'd written nearly half of this story when it goes and gets itself deleted!!

Disclaimer: Rights go to Marvel and Mark Webb (does anyone else thinks its ironic that the director of The Amazing Spider-Man is called Mark WEBB? No? Just me? Bummer)

WARNING: I hate spoiling endings of anything for anyone. So don't even think about reading this unless you've watched The Amazing Spiderman 2. Although this is not technically a spoiler BUT STILL *giving the evil eye*. I thought the ending was devastating and I want to make it even more devastating (cackles madly). And remember I feed off comments, votes and your tears MWAHAHAHAHA!!

*PETER'S POV*

Everything hurt. Stupid Max/ Electro/ Sparkles had tried to electrocute me before exploding like an over loaded battery which was the general idea of the plan. Although I was in pain I was yelling mentally LOVE YOU GWEN STACEY. I heard her running towards me and I willed myself to stand despite my aching muscles so as to not worry her. I heard her sigh in relief and rush towards me. 

"Maybe we can still catch your flight!" I said, trying not to show my exhaustion by hiding under my usual light tone.

She smiled and started to say something when I heard a cackle and Harry materialised in front of me. But it wasn't Harry. He looked horrible. He had fangs and a green tinge and he was wearing a metal suit and standing on a glider. I stood in horror staring at him. He looked from me to Gwen and sneered.

"So when Spider man said no, it was really Peter saying no!" he whispered.

"Harry...Harry what have you done to yourself?" I said, horrified.

"YOU did this to me, Peter! You were supposed to help me, you were my FRIEND! You took EVERYTHING from me and now I am going to take everything from you!" he screamed.

I realized a split-second later about what he was going to do. I yelled, "Gwen RUN" just as he snatched her up and sped away with the one person I'd sworn to protect at all costs. I did the natural thing, I went after him.

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*GWEN'S POV*

I will not scream. I will most certainly not be a damsel-in-distress. So, here I am not screaming but landing punch after punch on Harry's chest although it did absolutely nothing except bruise my fists. Then I heard Peter yelling, "Let her go Harry! She has nothing to do with this!"

I realized his mistake just as Harry said, "Oh, I'll let her go" and he dropped me. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain and certain death when something soft, warm and familiar collided with me. Peter! We crashed through the glass dome of the clock tower and then Peter positioned himself to take the brunt of the fall and we landed on the metal landing. "Are you alright?" Peter asked me. 

Alright? You're the one who is probably hurt! I was thinking but I was so shocked that I could just nod. He helped me stand up and told me to stand aside just as Harry swooped in. He immediately lunged for me but Peter intervened and they fought. Peter landing kicks and annoying him with little webs, Harry chucking small bombs at Peter and me watching with baited breath. Then a bomb went off near my feet while Peter kicked Harry off his glider and both Harry and I fell towards the ground several stories below. I didn't scream because I knew Peter would catch me and sure enough soft fingers caught my waist and flipped me over so that I was lying on top of him. He shot a web upwards which stuck to the metal railing but just as it did, I heard two sickening crunches and the breath was knocked out of me. The world went dark.

*a couple of minutes later still gwen's pov*

I groaned and woke up. I was lying on something soft and there was something green glinting not far off. I moved and Peter's hand slipped off my waist and I jerked. Peter! I got up and he had created a sling for us right on time. We were a centimeter off the ground and I could see Harry's broken body lying a few feet away. I looked away from the horrifying sight. I turned back to Peter who was still unconscious. I pulled off his mask but something was wrong. His head was hanging off the neck at an awkward angle, a trickle of blood was running out his mouth and he was barely breathing. 

"Peter? PETER! NO! Peter please wake up! PETER PLEASE!" I screamed and tears started flowing down my cheeks. 

He took a shuddering breath and said, "I'm sorry Gwen. Even if I didn't keep a promise I made to your dad, I had to keep one I made to myself"

"What promise?" I whispered.

"To keep you safe. I love you" he said and his chest stopped moving. 

"NO! Stay with me! PETER stop this isn't funny! COME BACK!" I shrieked and sobbed. I shook him trying to get a response even though I knew he was gone. I sat there crying and shaking him still hoping that he was alright but he was gone. Peter, with the beautiful brown eyes and the messy hair was gone. 

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*AT PETER'S FUNERAL*

I stood rigid and expressionless, my arm around Peter's Aunt May who had now lost everything. She shivered and sobbed in my arms while I stared at his grave. Several people had turned up. Flash, my mom and brothers, Aunt May's friends, Peter's neighbor Mary Jane Watson and several other people who had known Peter somehow. Everyone thought he had died because of a car that couldn't see him because Electro had taken out the lights. But I knew that he had died saving New York and saving me and for once I wished I didn't know something. My mother was looking at me worriedly and I knew why. How could I, Peter's girlfriend, not cry at his funeral? She kept trying to coax me into showing some emotion. I shook my head and they left one by one with the exception of May Parker who was still crying. I guided her away from Peter's grave and drove her home. We stepped inside his house and I looked around. It was small but cozy. I sat down with her on the sofa and kept rubbing my hand on her arm until she quieted down and dozed off.

I tucked a small blanket around her and crept up the stairs to Peter's room and looked around. His bed was unmade and there was a big collage on his wall with a picture of his parents in the center a picture of me and him stuck to the side and several  articles about Oscorp. The articles made me angry and I let out a soft gasp and lunged towards the wall and tore off the aritcles and tore them into tiny pieces but I took the picture of him and me smiling. I sank to my knees and tried to lose myself in those bright brown smiling eyes like I used to when he was here with me. A soft hand on my shoulder made me start and I stared into the same brown eyes from the picture but it wasn't my Peter it was his aunt and the tenderness in her expression was so like Peter's that I took a suddering gasp and dissolved into tears, sobs racking my body as she held me like her own daughter and I felt safe for the first time since Peter had died. SInce he'd finally kept a promise.

Oh man. That made me cry. I didn't know you could cry and write at the same time....anyway hope you liked it. That's all I'm gonna do for Marvel and stuff because Andrew Garfield's acting just stole my heart. He did it so well that I was a little shocked at seeing Emma Stone alive on TV. Plus, he's the only actor I have ever seen who can pull off the messy hair perfectly.

~MendOkayAlways