White Spider, My Spider | Male Spider-Man Reader X Spider-Gwen

Chapter 2. R.I.Parker

After a quick clothes shop and a walk to Forest Hills, Gwen and I were finally at the final resting of Peter Parker.

"Oh yeah! Why didn't I think about checking his Aunt's place" Gwen said, hitting her head with her palm.

She approached the door, lightly jogging as I stood on the sidewalk.

Gwen slowed down and stopped at the door as she noticed a plaque that was built onto the door.

I walked up behind her as she read the plate out loud.

"Here is the home of a great man, Benjamin Parker. His life taken by crime...." She read. Gwen looked over to me in confusion.

"The street here loved Ben, so much that they got Harry Osborn to turn his entire house into a gravestone which he agreed immediately to. The only people who have access to the house are cleaners and such to keep it in top condition and of course me, Harry and Mj" I explained as I used a key card to enter the building.

"Alright so they respected Ben's death more in this Dimension then others" Gwen guessed as we walked through the house.

"This house wasn't just for Ben... We're almost there" I said as I scanned my keycard on a random wall, earning a confirming beep from the other side.

Gwen looked on in confusion as an elevator opened up behind the secret wall.

We entered the elevator which then went down slowly and then arrived at the secret memorial.

"Welcome to Peter's... and your grave, due to certain incidents we weren't allowed to actually put this in the public eye and before you ask there isn't even bodies buried here, just their old personal items" I explained as I directed her to the memorial wall.

She picked up a photo of her and Peter and looked over it, she quickly put it back down and looked at me.

"When you and the others were 15, did you go on a school trip to some kind of science lab?" Gwen asked, putting her bag down which had her costume and gear in it.

"Well now that you mention it... we were meant to go on an Oscorp trip but Harry said the lab was closed due to a specimen escape, apparently they found the specimen and moved it to somewhere more secure but yeah... the trip was cancelled" I explained as we sat and talked in the memorial basement.

She asked me many more questions, such as any other Spider people running around or odd spiders in general.

After awhile Gwen suddenly squinted her eyes and looked at her hand.

"I'm surprised that I haven't glitched yet, usually after awhile we start to die in odd dimensions" Gwen said as she picked up her bag.

"Maybe because our Gwen is... well yeah" I suggested as we went back up the elevator.

"That doesn't make sense though, the Peter Parker of Miles's Earth died but Peter Parker from 616 still glitched and was dying in the same dimension" Gwen replied, I began to call a taxi as we stood outside on the sidewalk.

"Well depends, I could of messed with your electrons after using the EMP. Maybe it reset them to match this Dimensional frequency" I suggested again as we waited for the taxi.

We looked on at the city as we chatted about the different possibilities of how she isn't literally dying on the spot, we saw Tony and Osborn's people using high tech devices to clean up the aftermath of Fisk's Drones.

The sound of a horn gained the attention of me and Gwen.

The taxi pulled up next to us, both me and Gwen entered it. The smell of old pizza and cigars filled our nostrils as the cabby looked over.

"So where ya goin?" He asked in a thick New Yorker accent.

I told him my address and we began driving, there was a lot of detours but that is to be expected after a city went to shit.

We passed by the wreaked Oscorp truck, now sitting beside an angry madman who was now wrapped up by his own metal arms.

That was when I saw Harry and Mj talking to Iron Man, I could only guess that they were looking for me, I would of messaged them but my phone was destroyed in the EMP blast.

What I wasn't expecting was for Iron Man to point at the cab, earning Mj's and Harry's attention.

I quickly shoved Gwen's head onto my lap, making sure they couldn't see the living version of a dead friend.

"What are you doing?" Gwen asked as she looked up at me.

"I'm trying not to give my friends some form of mental illness by seeing a deceased friend sitting beside me" I replied through a gritted smile.

The taxi finally left the eye site of my friends, allowing Gwen to raise her head and fix her hair.

"Alright, your place is nearby right? I'll take the taxi to my Dad's place, he's usually never home no matter what dimension it's in" She said with a hint of angst.

"Yeah uhh Gwen... Your Father in this dimension may of... beenassassinatedbecausehewantedtoproveyouexisted" I said swiftly, hoping it wouldn't affect her.

"Oh... oh god... alright okay I guess uh... I'll be staying with you then for the time being" Gwen guessed as we stopped outside my apartment building.

We got out the car and went up to my apartment, I collapsed onto the couch as I felt all my stress leave my body.

Gwen sat beside me, placing her bag on the table in front of her and pulling out her gear.

"Not only did you fry my web shooters but you also managed to fry a dimensional teleporter... which might explain how you fixed my dimensional displacement actually" She said, trying to make me feel bad.

"Hey, I saved you Gwen. Yeah the EMP probably stuck you here until we fix your dimensional problem but hey, new roommate" I said back, trying to make her feel better about her situation.

Gwen simply shook her head as she started to fiddle with her web shooters, I turned on the TV to watch the news about the drones to see how Fisk was going to cover this up.

Then I heard it.

The dreadful sound of my apartment neighbor storming to my door.

Now yes, every person hates a noisy apartment neighbor but this... dumbass! He keeps taking my shit when I'm not here and continues to take my money and the police don't even do anything.

Flash Thompson.

He doesn't even try to knock.

"My senses are tingling" Gwen said aloud, I look over to her and see her eyes were like a deer in headlights.

The apartment door slammed open, Flash with his foot lowering back to the ground.

"What's up Y/n! Where my money a-... G-Gwen?!" Mr. Thompson seemed to be taken back in surprise to see a former, dead, classmate and ex now sitting beside me.

Then he fainted.

"Fuck" Both me and Gwen say in unison.