The cupboard is dark. The only light comes in through a small keyhole. The thick wooden door must be at least 5cm thick. I try to break it down, but despite all my efforts, it is impossible. I didn't think I'd need my webs for this occasion, as I thought we'd just be getting married, not getting locked in a cupboard with a door as thick as a tree trunk. Gwen looks through the keyhole, and sees all the guests poor in through the door, but they're not our Guests. I recognise Mark's Mother, and maybe his brother. Gwen slides down the door and buries her head in her knees. "Why'd it have to happen today?" She sobs. I sit down quietly beside her and stroke her hair softly. "Baby, I know, I know. We'll get it sorted out, ok?" I say, trying to doing as calm as possible. Really, I am freaking out. I feel so bad, and a fool really. I trusted Mark, and he betrayed me. He betrayed both of us. He knew how stressed Gwen was. Now, she won't even talk.
"Why would they steal the wedding?" I ask, trying to make some sort of conversation, still stroking Gwen's soft hair. She lifts her head, tears steaming down her cheeks, a black smudge under her eyes. "They didn't have enough money for one themselves. Marie-Jean told me the first time we met. " she sobs. The cupboard is small, and is a tight squeeze for the both of us. I run my hands up my jeans. I get to my pocket, and feel my phone. "God, I'm so stupid! Phones, Gwen, phones!!" I shout, taking out my phone, and swiping off the picture of I and Gwen. My face falls. No service. Not even one bar. Nothing. No way of contact. "I've already tried Peter." Gwen says, hugging my arm. I kiss her head softly. "I guess we're stuck here."
We hear footsteps. Marie-Jean comes up to the door. I can see the white of Gwen's dress through the keyhole. "Awwww...poor little things. Stuck in here, about to listen to their own wedding happen....without them." She laughs. "What have you done with our guests?" I say firmly. "Oh, them? I sent them to a different venue. How about Carmage farm for your wedding, huh?" She laughs back. I hear music start to play. "Oh, that's my cue. See you two lovebirds later! Or not." Gwen starts to cry again, as we hear Marie-Jean start to walk down the aisle. Gwen stands up, and she buries her head into my shoulder, leaving my shirt wet with tears.
We hear our whole wedding take place. Gwen knows the order of things off by heart. "And now they give each other the rings..." She will say, just before it happens. I wish I just could find a way to be there, or actually have a wedding. Wait....we can still hear the priest. That gives me an idea.
I take Gwen by the hand, and pull her up, so we are facing each other. I take both her hands. She looks puzzled, but is too upset to care. I hear the priest say 'You may now recite your vows."
"Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy." I start. "You have made my life complete. I was missing something in my life, before I met you. I live on this earth to be with you. To protect and care for you. I can't explain in words how strongly I feel for you. Do me the honour of becoming my wife, and I will never let you down, even in the smallest of situations. I love you, Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy."
Gwen's cheeks turn bright red. She stutters for a minute. She laughs slightly.
"Peter Benjamin Parker. I am nothing without you. You are my everything. My whole world. You stole my heart in an instant, or rather, webbed it. You've saved me a million times, saved me from a life not worth living without you. I live to love you, and nobody else. Thank you for saving me, saving me from a world that I couldn't have lived in without you. I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker. And nothing will ever change that."
We laugh, and wait. We hear "Mark Cottleman, do you take this woman to be your wife?" From the church. In a priest like voice I say "Peter Parker, do you take this woman to be your wife?" I cough slightly. "I do." I say, returning to my regular voice. We then hear "Marie-Jean Watford, do you take this man to be your husband?" Gwen then says in her priest voice "Gwendolyn Stacy, do you take this man to be your husband?" She pauses for a second. "I do." She whispers, gazing into my eyes.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." We say in complete unison.
We kiss, alone, in a cupboard. Our only audience, a broom and dustpan.
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A Broken Web 2
FanficThe continued love story of Peter and Gwen, who are soon to be married. But when a man comes into their life that they don't want to have, will they turn out a married couple in the end?
