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The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter SixGwen's fingers glided over the keyboard as quickly as she could get them to. Her feelings were poured onto the digital page as she typed in her diary. When her phone rang the first time she allowed herself to stop typing long enough to reject the call, not even looking to see who it was. Then it rang a second time, and she knew it must be some semblance of important, depending on who it was calling. If it was any of her friends, it could be anything ranging from a break-up to a broken nail. When she averted her attention from the computer screen long enough to read the name on the other screen, she saw that it was Peter. Her fingers stilled completely as she stared at her buzzing phone.
She let her hands fall into her lap and leaned back into her chair. Why on earth would Peter be calling this early in the morning? Why would he be calling at all? This has to be some kind of fluke.
Gwen wasn't mad at Peter. She couldn't make herself, as much as she tried. She was sad, incons
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter Five"Aunt May, I'm going out for a while." Peter called as he came down the stairs. He rounded the corner to find Aunt May fast asleep on the couch. It was only eight at night, hours before Aunt May normally even considered sleep. He supposed going out made her tired. Once he started thinking about it, he wasn't sure he could remember exactly when the last time she had gone out for fun was. Peter smiled sadly at her and picked her book up off her chest, marking her spot and setting it on the side table.
He walked into the kitchen and got out the pad of sticky notes and a pen, writing out a message that said he was going to look into some photography opportunities and he'd be out late. It wasn't a lie, he just left out several major factors. Peter shouldered his backpack and walked out the front door, locking it behind him.
Peter's worries with the snow were quickly dispelled as the night went on. His webbing seemed to work fine, if a little stiffly, and he had no issue sticking to the wall
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter FourPeter paced. He paced and paced. Not the back-and-forth across four feet of your bedroom kind of pacing, but a walk up the stairs, go down the hallway, go back downstairs, loop through the kitchen and repeat kind.
Aunt May sat in the living room with a mug of tea in her hands, watching without a word as Peter walk past her repeatedly. She wondered when he would tire of the constant moving. As far as Aunt May knew, Peter had never had this much stamina. Not that it took too much energy to walk up the stairs; more that he had been doing it for forty minutes without stopping once.
It was nearly eleven in the morning on a Sunday. Neither aunt or nephew had any plans. After a small breakfast of frozen waffles, Peter had begun pacing and Aunt May had taken her seat on the couch.
Peter crossed his arms and watched the ground while he paced. It's been two weeks since I've spoken to Gwen. I'm surprised I've managed to stay away this long. Peter you're such an arse. You shouldn't be prou
The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath Chapter Three"Peter, come get the door, would you?" Aunt May called from the kitchen.
Peter turned off the news, something he watched too much of these days, and walked to the door. He saw Gwen standing there and his heart dropped down into the basement. He opened the door and stepped out, shutting it behind him.
"Where have you been? My father died."
"Hi." He said quietly. Peter couldn't bring himself to look at her, planting his gaze on the ground instead.
Gwen crossed her arms, willing herself not to cry. It was too late for Peter. "The funeral was yesterday. They made speeches and fired rifles. Two of my teachers showed up. Everyone was there but you."
Peter shook his head. "Can't. I can't do this. I can't do this." He looked up at her and looked away again. He couldn't meet her eyes. He couldn't even look at her face, it only made it harder. "I'm sorry." This was the hardest thing Peter had ever done. Harder than defeating the lizard, harder than loosing his uncle. He knew after th
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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