Deadpool Syndrome - A Marvel Fanfic

Chapter 6 - Oh, Heartbeat City, Here We Come

***PETER***

Hiro and Wasabi lead the rest of us back into the media room, where The Amazing Spider-Man 2 is still paused on the scene where I’m standing over a grave. Gwen’s grave, I realize with a sickening jolt. Thankfully, Hiro goes over to the DVD player quickly and switches that disc for something a little sweeter and fluffier - another favorite of mine, The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Unfortunately, I don’t really have it in me to concentrate on the movie. Because while everyone else is sitting together and talking animatedly about what Coulson might have in mind for us to do in New York, I see Gwen sitting apart from the others, rocking slightly in her seat.

I guess she wasn’t quite satisfied with Baymax’s care after all. Maybe I can help her feel better? Then again, there’s not much else I can give her besides hugs and sweet words.

I sit next to Gwen, watching her continue to rock back and forth for a few seconds before she notices me. “Hey, Peter,” she says. “What’s up?”

I shrug, sparing a second to glance over at the others assembled halfway across the room. “Just countin’ the seconds till they start bombarding us with questions.” I take her hand and rub her knuckles with my thumb - a memory of me doing that before has just surfaced in my brain.

“Speaking of questions, I got one for you,” Gwen says. “Do you remember our first kiss?”

“You remember it too?”

Gwen manages to smile for a split second. “I remember you were tryin’ to tell me you were Spider-Man, and you couldn’t get the words out, so you just showed me your webline. I think you hit me with it right on my back, then you spun me around and, well…”

I laugh lightly. “Are you just remembering that scene from the movie, or are you remembering it for real?”

“I...I…” Gwen pauses. “I dunno. The only thing I remember for real, I think, is me dying. Oh, and that time you came to my room all banged up and I was cleaning your wounds.”

“Haha, of course you would remember that one,” I say. At that time, I’d been shirtless. And naturally, we started making out right there in Gwen’s room.

“Damn right, bug boy.” Gwen lays her head on my shoulder. “That’s what I called you, right?”

“That’s how we know it’s a real memory, I bet,” I say. “Nobody remembers movie lines like that.”

“I dunno,” Gwen says. “I’ve sometimes overheard you and Clint talkin’ movies, and you can quote ‘em a mile a minute.”

“I usually get ‘em wrong, though.” I try to concentrate on my memory of the shirtless make-out. It had been after a fight with the Lizard, and I’d had some pretty nasty wounds on my chest. How I didn’t get infected with some kind of lethal reptilian disease, I have no idea.

I want to think about where exactly Gwen and I had been at the time. Did I ever look out the window and see the New York skyline, like the movie shows? Or was it in San Castiel? Either way, I don’t exactly remember getting a glimpse of the outside world. Mostly because my mind was entirely in that one room at the time. It was a safe space.

The memories of sharing passionate kisses with Gwen when we were already in a pretty suggestive position also get me thinking of something else - did we, by any chance, turn in our V-cards? It didn’t have to necessarily be that night - but as the memory progresses, it moves on to me putting my Spider-Man suit back on (and while that suit is really cool-looking, it’s also got a tendency to bind in certain sensitive places) and carrying Gwen with me as I swing over the city on my weblines.