Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page 58; lying isnt that bad, ryt?

My life is boring as hell at the moment.. nothing to write about- Oscorps the usual.. and so are the boys...

I recently found out,, when Pete was in hospital, the Doctor.. she kept me company when he was out.. I told her that we were married and I have a son.. but we can't have kids of our own.. and I don't know if she felt bad, or.. but she said, that if we really want a kid of our own... she'd help. She said she could give me some kinda antidote that'd stop the venom in Peters blood.. to get into me.. and I could hopefully.. raise the kid.. and all that jaz...

It's a big step.. big decision.. so I guess I have to ask Jake himself, if he even wants a sibling... I mean to be honest.. I reackon it'd be.. well- I mean he's a only child and he might want to stay that way...

But I donno,
Moving on. The other night- well I may of lied Jake...

Last night I was just typing away at my computer working on some papers from work that I hadn't finished from the day before. Suddenly I heard a quiet tap coming from my window, and guess who was sitting there with one knee lazily pulled up to his chest? I noted immediately a large cut on his left cheek and bruising that was just showing up. Rushing over to open the window he blurted out "I think I need to start paying you for all of the fix ups." I couldn't help but to let out a low chuckle, but as soon as it escaped I went back into serious mode. Helping him in and shouldering the broken hero to our bed he let out a strangled groan and fell back onto it.

But I thought for a second, why was he at the window? Like- okay yeah maybe he was in pain and he knew I was in our room, and it was the fastest way to get to me but.. we have a front door.

Oh.. maybe it was to keep Jake away. I know how much Pete hates showing himself in pain-

Anyways

Leaving him laying on my bed I headed to grab our now overflowing bag of medical supplies. Honestly I could run a small clinic if I wanted, but then again being a doctor would take way to many years of school (Even for me). Making my way back to Peter I opened up a sanitation wipe and started to slowly work my way at the large gashes on him. He barely winced as I started to question him about what had happened this time. He mumbled something about a giant Rhino or something.. Which makes absolutely no sense. I ended up grabbing my scissors and cutting off his top much to his protests and cries of how long it would take to make another one. But he could suck it up, his health takes precedence over some spandex suit. After about an hour I had done my best to stitch and clean Peter up. He had thanked me and tried to stand to leave. He let out another groan and I eased him back into a sitting position on our bed. In the middle of bickering as I tried to tell him to stay I heard a knock on my door. Jacob said he heard me talking to someone.

Here comes the lying.

I told him that I was just watching this guy on YouTube he said alright and for me not to stay up very late. Psh, my son stays up later than me. Trust me. But When I heard his footsteps lightly patter away I turned my attention back to Peter who was hidden under my covers doing his best to hide. Failing to hold back a laugh at the giant bulge in my bed he poked his head out with a mischievous smile on his face. We eyed each other playfully until finally I told him to scoot over. He pulled down the covers for me to get in and I laid down next to him. As I turned my body to face him better I noted that his eyelids were slowly starting to fall. For once I made no sarcastic remarks or funny jests, I just wrapped an arm around his torso and pulled his head into the crook of my neck. Very silently I hummed random tunes trying to put him to sleep, and in less than a few minutes I heard his breathing even out. I kissed him on the top of the head and whispered into his hair for how long I don't even know. All I know is that last night was some of the best sleep I have ever gotten. I guess lying isn't that bad sometimes.. But, back to my point of this entire thing. I am the one that Peter turns to when he needs a warm and safe place to rest, and as much as I worry about him I am grateful that he trusts me this much.

Until later..

-Gwen

//sorry it's been so long since I've updated. But plz someone... open rp