#webslingingmenace

      their time is running out, she can feel it in how the air grows more charged, how he looks at her like it’s the last time he will be. ❝ wait, we can figure this out. we can- just wait-. ❞ words are cut off by peter’s lips against her own. gwen’s vice like grip around him is no match for his strength that he barely has to use to escape her hold. ❝ please , don’t do this. ❞ 

     they’re back in the same damn hospital. god. stella’s stomach turns as the world fades in and out of focus around her. she can’t do this. she has to do this. she’s going to throw up. she’s shaking, shaking, shaking, as the grey walls seem to close in around her. she should’ve known. she should’ve known. god, she was so stupid. this is all her fault. if only she’d noticed sooner, if only she’d paid more attention, if only she hadn’t been so tired, if only, if only, if only...

      peter’s voice breaks through the haze of emotions, and it’s only then that stella realizes she hasn’t been breathing. it comes out ragged, desperate, as tears build in her eyes. 

      ❝ what if she isn’t? what if something goes wrong? what if, what if,” 

    falling. falling again. and again. and again. and then . . . nothing. at least it was nothing for a few moment ( to her ) before she’s coming to and feels the splitting pain in her head. gwen’s opening her eyes, trying to ignore how hard it was to do so. ❝ pete’. ❞ there’s an attempt at rolling her neck to look at him fully. OW. don’t do that. her eyes squeeze shut momentarily, instead bringing a heavy hand up to rest against his arm. ❝ i‘m up. . . ‘m okay. ❞

   okay, so not the revelation stella expects at this time of night. she blinks at peter as the pieces connect at a rapid fire pace, despite her lack of sleep and inability to think coherently.  as far as the news outlets were concerned, spider-man was to be blamed for the tragedy that unfolded at the clock tower. the only way for peter to blame himself ... oh. OH. peter, always running off. peter, always bloody and bruised. peter, cancelling plans last minute. peter, ducking out every time there was mention of a fight, or a new villain appearing downtown. peter ... soft, sweet, sentimental, sensitive peter ... was spider-man.

   there had been a time in which that revelation would’ve pulled a grin out of her, would’ve made her eyes light up, would’ve had her pestering him with question after question, but right now the only thing it does is SHATTER HER WORLD. the hand on the door tightens, knuckles going white as the fire and fury stir up. she wants to hate him. she wants to want to tear him apart limb from limb. after all, that anger needs an outlet and here he stands giving her the perfect one: how easy would it be to blame peter? how easy would it be to scream until her throat went sore, to shove his shoulders, to funnel every feeling into a storm that couldn’t be stopped directed at him? but easy doesn’t mean right. 

    she knows him too well to do that. knows that if there’s anyone in the world she trusted to protect gwen with the same ferocity as her...it would be peter. and if he’d failed...well it wouldn’t be due to lack of trying. the fire dies out before it has a chance to start. stella lets out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, the tears suddenly bubbling up. peter’s just standing there, waiting for...she isn’t sure what he’s waiting for, actually. but he looks so goddamn guilty and the shattered fragments of her heart ache in her chest. and finally, after a few moments of standing in absolute silence, she moves.

@webslingingmenace​ said: ❝ happy birthday, my beautiful girl ❞