- ❝You're my partner against crime, right, Nite?❞
- ❝Only in your dreams, web-head.❞
She's only a girl who's determined to follow in the footsteps of her late father, despite Tony Stark doing everything he can to discourage her.
Somehow along the...
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S P I D E R - M A N kept her phone constantly buzzing all week long with his consistent flow of texts streaming in through out the day. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, gracing the sides of her tummy and caused shivers to run down her spine at the thought of his contact illuminating her phone screen.
She sought him out most nights while working, except when she had a lot of homework to work on so she hung out with Peter instead.
They've messaged back and forth with questions, just getting to know each other. He shared his favorite local places to eat, his favorite record and thrift shops to visit, and his dream: to become an Avenger one day (much like herself).
While she was busy with her new friend, the Stacy's were preparing to move south. The Stacy's moved away days before Christmas — her father interviewed for a better job in Richmond, Virginia while Gwen's family had been visiting relatives a few weeks prior. He was offered a position to lead and instruct new recruits joining the force for the state police.
If she ever wanted to visit Gwen, she'd have to travel around eight hours by car. She visited Gwen at her house one final time before she departed to their new home. Gwen's home had a beautiful backyard shared with a few neighbors. It was well maintained, with lush green shrubbery and trimmed trees overlooking a water fountain at the center like a prize. There were withered plants in the raised garden beds, only a reminder of the bountiful harvest from the previous season, plants affected by the first frost.
In the crooked branches of an old oak tree, was a hammock shaped like a chair, fitted to sturdy branches. It was large enough to fit one person, but she and Gwen fit snugly beside each other.
They swung in silence, the arm of the tree creaking under their weight as they swayed softly in the cold. The huddled together for warmth.
"What's Richmond like?" Fel asked, her eyes staring at the cobble stone as they swung back and forth.
Gwen leaned back, shifting the hammock. "It's a quaint city," she answered. "Still has that city spunk with a southern charm to it, I guess."
The glass doors to Gwen's home opened. Mr. Stacy poked his head out. "Gwen ," he called. "We need to hit the road soon."
Gwen sighed, fidgeting with the popsocket on her phone. Fel felt a piece of iron clamp over her throat, realizing Gwen was projecting her feelings into her.
"Can you do me a f-favor?" Gwen stuttered, her voice wavered and became small. She reached out to hold her hand with a death grip.
Fel swallowed the growing lump, trying to remain calm for her friend. "Always."
"Text me every day? We can face time, text, call or whatever," Gwen smiled, but tears were collecting in the corner of her bright blue eyes as reality was setting in.
Reality took its wide set of feet and crushed her, kicking her in the gut. "I promise," Fel nodded, holding back her tears.
"One more favor," Gwen mumbled, a few tears escaping her eyes. "Say goodbye to those goons for me."
