SPIDEY / SENSES

a hand aimlessly comes up to scratch at the back on his head, this shouldn’t feel awkward, how many times have they been in a situation where he leaned on his friend and they sat around talking about anything         or nothing !! and it was always simply a comfortable silence. except now, he supposes, there’s this big ol’ can of worms open and it’s somehow become and hurdle in between them. good thing peter can just pretty high ! maybe she just needed some time to let it all soak in and process the news. it’s kind of a big thing, he’d admit.

the kid waits, doesn’t pry or boast himself up. even ned needed a minute before all of the questions came pouring from his best friend’s lips. what he could count on from both, is that neither would go back on their promise not to tell. boy got lucky with these two.

lips curl into a grateful smile when her voice finally sounds again, “at least one of us is good at the lying thing. if she ever came out and asked, i’d probably spill the beans right there.” brown eyes roll around, because                         it’s true !! “i don’t think she would ever believe such a thing, though.” surely no one would believe just the words. especially the kids at school. it would be one of those ‘ gotta see it to believe it ’ kind of things.

peter walks through the door behind her, watching idly as keys are tossed into a bowl with a clink ! maybe it’s because he has a way of making himself comfortable, or because they’ve done this a time or two, but he doesn’t wait to be invited in again. simply strides on in, glancing back at the blonde when she basically calls him out, “that might be how it happened.” shoulders rise and fall but the guilty look twisting onto his features gives him away. “i have got to stop crawling  around without my mask on.”

fingers wrap around the coke, a smile in thanks, “lessons on deceit from the master herself?” brow raises, his voice raising on octave in faux disbelief. “let’s see.. i guess it’s been a little over seven months now. took me a little while to figure out the shooters and the web fluid. and then there was the whole, spidey suit thing. that first outfit wasn’t anything great. mr. stark hooked me up with a better one.”

gwen just kept her eyes on peter for a lingering moment. was she surprised that he, a guy she had known for years, turned out to be the local super-hero? maybe, though the girl can’t say that it doesn’t fit him like a glove. and like the fancy suit he has. of course peter was the friendly neighbourhood guy swinging off spider webs; he was genuinely a good guy so that came effortlessly to him. 

her? well, sometimes she had to keep her tongue in check to not say the wrong thing at the wrong time. peter might be an awkward ball, but gwen is just straight up too honest sometimes. like the filter between her brain and her mouth stopped working sometimes. but she knew that this was different; this was a friend’s secret, not her take on someone’s attitude. 

even in the midst of a situation that could become too serious and too awkward in an instant, peter still manages to get a chuckle out of gwen and a eye-roll that was provoked by anything but annoyance.  ❝ when two people are friends, one of them has to be good at lying.❞ gwen began, keeping her eyes on peter, nodding her head at her own words, trying to make them sound like the truth; it was just to prove a point, really.  ❝ i read it in an article. or was it a book... ❞ the girl pretended to be in thought, even diverting her eyes to the right side because that would mean she wasn’t lying. cop tricks, really.

gwen can’t help but laugh when peter admitted that her words were the exact description of how ned had caught him. ❝ really? what was he doing there in the first place? ❞ she was a curious girl; it was innate to her, she supposed, having a father that worked in law enforcement had created a sense of always wanting answers she sometimes couldn’t have.  ❝ hey, you should count yourself lucky. i don’t offer lessons to just about anyone. ❞ gwen teased, taking a sip from the can of coke as she listened to peter speak.

and it also gave her a bit of a brain inside of her head.  ❝ right, the iron man. tony stark. he helped you with the web-shooters? during the internship i assume. how do you do that and be spider-man? ❞ then her mind began putting the puzzle pieces together; not that she was trying to figure out an answer before peter gave her one but it just... happened. 

her eyes looked to the side, mindlessly. her mind was busy with some other stuff. 

the times peter had said he was going to go to the internship and, mysteriously, some of the times a video of spider-man was uploaded. how many times he’d actually lost a backpack or pieces of clothing (may had just ranted to gwen about it once). the fact that he didn’t say much about the stark internship apart from the fact that he was in it. no details. not even to one of his closest friends.