Peter's Journal

I can't tell you

**I read the Spider-Man: Life in The 60's comic and I'ma repurpose a scene for my own venting.

"Ah great," I mumble, "Everything in my own life had been going to shit and I don't know how to fix a single damned thing."

I near the train station and duck into an alley way nearby to change of my costume.

At least I can make it on time for this-

I pass through the revolving doors and swim through the crowds of people at the station and run into Gwen.

"Hey there pretty lady. What platform is Flash on-" I started.

She cuts me off immediately and looks at me straight in the eye... Something that hasn't happened since the last disappointment.

"Flash's train left 20 minutes ago-"

Then her expression changed. She crossed her arms and looked at me straight in the eye.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Peter, you're a genius. You're a legit freaking scientific genius! You're as smart at you are kind and you just- I've seen the way you are with people. I've seen what you do for others. You care about people. I want to- I want to believe you care about people, Peter."

Before I could open my mouth, she cuts me off. "Just... Forget it. Forget it."

I wish I could tell you. I really do, but I can't. I just can't.

"You're right, Gwen... I've been messing up a lot and I've been trying to fix it. Everything hasn't been going right and-"

She walks towards me and says, "Then tell me! Tell me what's wrong because we're supposed to be working together not alone-"

Then I realize that one of the buttons on my shirt was undone.

"Peter what is-"

The train station seems as if it went silent for a moment.

"You're Spider-Man?"