ASDFGHJKL JESUS GUYS CAN YOU BELIEVE IT; IT'S ALREADY THE LAST CHAPTER

I have all those feelings inside me, one hand glad that I managed to finish another story, on the other hand sad because it's over :(

anyway, ENJOY THE LAST CHAPTER WHILE IT LASTS

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Chapter XV

"Where have you been?"

"I…"

"My father died. There was a funeral. They shot off rifles and they made speeches. Two of my teachers showed up, and Flash showed up. Everyone was there but you."

"I can't do this. I can't do this. I'm sorry."

"What are you saying?"

"I can't see you anymore. I can't!"

"He made you promise, didn't he? To stay away from me? So I'd be safe."

oOo

"What a pretty girl."

"Yeah."

"Did you ask her out?"

"No, I didn't."

"Why?"

"I'm just no good for her."

"Peter Parker, if there's one thing you are, it's good. Anyone has a problem with that can talk to me."

oOoOoOo

"That makes fifty dollars, Miss. Would you like me to wrap it up for you?"

I nodded and paid the price. The cashier started to wrap the flower bouquet in a transparent paper, and secured it with a blue gift ribbon. He then handed it to me.

"Here you go. Have a nice day!"

I stepped out of the flower shop and put on the hood from my hoodie on. It has been raining for a couple of days already. I didn't feel like bringing an umbrella with me. With a giant flower bouquet in one arm, I put on my headphones. Missing You from the Kingdom Hearts II Original Soundtrack was playing.

How fitting.

I walked down the pavement, avoiding people here and there, heading for a certain destination. The graveyard. I'm planning to visit someone's grave. Actually I wanted to do that a long time ago, but never really found the courage to do that.

On my way I bumped into someone I thought I was never ever going to see again.

Gwen Stacy.

She was just as surprised to see me.

"Jackie!" She greeted.

"Hey Gwen. Long time no see." I said and offered her a sad smile.

Gwen looked at me concerned from head to toe. "You're soaking wet!"

I shrugged my shoulder. "It's okay. I prefer to walk without an umbrella in the rain.

She gave me a weird look but didn't comment on it. Then her eyes wandered to the giant flower bouquet I was holding, and raised an eyebrow.

I explained: "It's for a grave visit."

"I'm actually heading that way too." Gwen said and put her umbrella over my head so I was shielded from the rain "We can walk there together."

I gave her a thankful smile, but inside I was feeling guilty.

The first three minutes none of us said anything. To be honest, there wasn't really anything to talk about. Not sure if she knows that I was there when her father died. Does anyone except some people know I was there?

"… How's Peter been lately?" Gwen finally dared to ask.

I furrowed my brows at that question, wondering why she would ask me that, but then I remembered why. Looks like Peter really is keeping his distance from her.

I decided to be honest with her and replied: "I… Don't know. I haven't really talked to Peter for a long time. We had a fight, you know… And we never really made up again..." Well, save for that one time where he appeared in front of my kitchen window injured. But my instinct tells me it's better not to tell her that.

Gwen nodded at what I said.

We reached the graveyard. I followed Gwen to her father's grave, because I felt like I should pay him a visit too. The grave was clean, the candles were lighted up and fresh flowers were lying there.

Someone was here before. And judging from Gwen's look, she doesn't who it could have been.

I picked out a white lily from the flower bouquet and placed it on Captain Stacy's grave.

"You know," Gwen started "it's really weird how life changes so suddenly. One minute you're just a normal high school student and the next you find yourself in a huge mess… And before you know what exactly happened you lose someone very dear to you."

"Yeah, I know how that feels…" I agreed with her. Although at this point I have to say that I went through a lot more than her.

"I miss him… And I miss Peter." Gwen chocked out.

Moments like this I wish I know what to say. But unfortunately I can't find the right words, so I kept my mouth shut and stared at the grave.

"… I miss Peter too." I finally confessed in a small voice, and stared into the sky. Gwen stayed silent.

We stayed there for another ten minutes and then Gwen had to leave.

I let out a sigh and shivered bit from the cold. Hopefully I'm not going to be sick tomorrow. Bruce would kill me if he knows I've been walking in the rain without an umbrella. Clutching the flower bouquet, I started to search for a certain someone's grave. It took me some time but at the end I found it.

Phil Coulson's grave was somewhere in a small corner of the graveyard. I actually find that place good. Right in front of Coulson's grave grew a big old tree. It was so big that is covered his grave, like it was protecting it. I kneeled down and took out some matches and lit up the candles. Then I put the flower bouquet on the grave and sat down in front of it. I'm already soaked wet, so I didn't mind to sat on the wet ground.

"Hey Coulson, it's me." I said and put my arms around my knees. Personally I felt a bit stupid to talk to a grave now, but somehow I had to let out all the things that has been building up inside me from the last past months. It seemed like to me that Coulson's grave was the best option.

"So uhm… I finally took out my whole courage to visit you…" I began awkwardly "Loki is back in Asgard, and the Tesseract is there too. Basically, the Avengers won and yeah, we're safe. I really hope you're not mad at me for giving Loki a hug… Bastard really needed one."

Why am I talking about Loki now?

Shrugging off that thought, I continued with my tale. I told him about the Chitauri invasion in Manhattan and that Steve is my neighbor now. I told him about his relationship with that Maggie McCartney and about my current condition with the Tesseract energy inside me. Then I process to tell him about Peter: How I met him, how I knew he was going to be Spider-Man and how I kept all those stuff from him and about our fight and all my regrets that I wasn't honest with him from the very beginning.

After letting all these feelings about I felt a lot more better. I didn't want to leave yet, so I stayed there where I was and let my head rest on my knees. I listened to the raindrops plashing on the ground. Footsteps could be heard too, but I dismissed it with the thought that I was simply another grave visitor.

It wasn't until the footsteps came toward me and suddenly I found myself being shielded from the rain. Confused about who it could be I lifted up my head.

"Peter!" I said in surprise and quickly stood up.

He was holding an umbrella over us, and gave me a sheepish smile. "Hey."

I looked at him from head to toe, and realized that he was soaking wet too, even though he's got an umbrella with him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, but mentally slapped myself. It's a graveyard, what do people normally do here?

"I uh, visited Captain Stacy's grave, brought flowers and stuff…" He stammered out.

I remembered Gwen's confused look and then widened my eyes. Peter was here before us, but he's still here, so that means… He basically hears everything. Every single thing Gwen and I talked about, and every single thing I told Coulson.

I felt how my face started to heat up a bit. Okay Jackie, no need to panic, just play it off cool.

Easier said than done.

Awkward silence.

I took a deep breath and informed Peter: "I think I'll go now…"

I was good five steps away when he called me back. "Wait, Jackie!"

I turned around and raised an eyebrow.

He explained: "You have my mask." Oh right, hehe "I'd like to uh, have it back."

"And you have some really important documents of mine, I'd like to have them back too." I countered, suddenly remembering them. Almost forgot about them, since Fury stopped bugging me about joining SHIELD. But I fear this is only temporary.

"I have them here." Peter pointed at his backpack "But first, I want to talk to you. And then you'll get them back."

I pressed my lips into a thin line and thought about his proposal. Hm, why not, what harm could it do?

I agreed to this deal. "Alright. But let me go home and get change first."

Peter nodded and then jumped onto the wall to get to the other side, instead of just using the entry. Before disappearing, he turned back again and asked: "Usual place, usual time?"

Hearing those familiar words I couldn't fight back the smile that was threatening to appear on my face.

"Usual place, usual time."

oOo

"Peter, I know things have been difficult lately. And I'm sorry about that. I think I know what you're feeling. Ever since you were a little boy, you've been living with so many unresolved things. Well, take it from old man, those things send us down a road, they make us who we are. And if anyone's destined for greatness, it's you, son. You owe the world your gifts. You just have to figure out how to use them, and know that where they take you, we'll always be here. So, come on home, Peter. You're my hero, and I love you."

We sat there for a long time, after hearing the voice mail from Uncle Ben. No one said anything, still processing the message.

"So…" I started carefully and stretched out my legs "What did you want to talk about?" Truthfully I already know what Peter wanted to talk about, but I just felt like I should ask anyway.

Peter opened his mouth, but then closed it again, searching for the right words. "… How's Gwen?" He finally asked.

I frowned at that question. Seriously, both of them keep asking how the others are. Can't they like, ask it by themselves? "Do you want an honest answer?" I asked back instead.

Peter chewed on his lips, shrugged his shoulders and then nodded.

"Shitty." Was my one word anwer. Still it made him flinch visibly. "She's suffering, because her father is dead and well, you're keeping distance from her after all what happened."

"It's because I promised her father-"

"The word 'promise' wasn't even mentioned once." I cut him off "Dude, don't change the story, I was there. If you ask me, it was simply a warning, a request or his last wish."

I honestly don't know why I'm trying to get his relationship with Gwen back on its feet. It's not really my concern whether they are still together or now. But maybe it's because that somewhere deep inside me, I know that it's the right thing to do, and I should just forget my feelings for Peter. We're simply not meant to be.

Peter thought about what I said, but didn't voice about his opinion. Instead he reached for his backpack and took out the SHIELD folder, and handed it to me.

I wanted to take it, but then he quickly put it out of my reach with a small teasing smirk on his face. I furrowed my brows, not finding this situation funny at all.

"So, are you really from another dimension, where all the super heroes including me are comic and movie characters?" Peter asked.

I stared at him, needing some time to process the things he just said. And then I got it. One if the things I had to fill out for joining SHIELD was explaining how I came across this organization, and well, I simply wrote down the whole story. Spandex-boy probably read through everything.

"Uhm yeah, kinda. It's complicated." I stuttered out, scared of his reaction.

Peter pressed the subject further. "And you're really not just making things up as an excuse?"

I shook my head and gave him an annoyed look.

He sighed and leaned back a bit. "Well, at least it explains why you were somewhat a know-it-all. You could have told me that from the beginning, it would have saved a lot of stress."

"Uh huh, like you were going to believe me." I replied sarcastically.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I would have." And finally he gave me the folder back.

I open it carefully to see if everything was still in order. The last page was the unsigned contract. Just a signature from me and Fury, and then my life would change forever.

Not that it already has.

"This SHIELD organization has been keeping track on me, right?" He asked casually, like it was no big deal.

"Yeah, probably. And they'll continue doing that." I confirmed.

"I guess you're going to be a secret agent soon huh?" Peter said and pointed at the contract. There was a hint of sadness and disappointment in his voice.

I didn't know why though. And it's not even my final decision yet. I looked at the contract again and thought about all the things that happened, with SHIELD involved in it. It really sounded like a big step into a new life, but something in the back of my mind told me there are far more greater (and worse) things waiting for me, don't let SHIELD restrict your freedom.

A sudden bright flash distracted me. A tall figure with black hair and green cape was standing there. And just as fast as it was there, the flash disappeared. I sat there motionless for a while, with a blank look on my face, until Peter shook me to get me back to Earth.

"Jackie? Jackie!" He snapped his fingers in front of me.

I blinked for a few times, and then stood up. Peter wondered what I was doing. My next action totally took him by surprise: I ripped the SHIELD contract in half, and then in small pieces until I was sure no one could puzzle them back together.

Still half shocked, half amazed, Peter asked: "Why did you do that?"

I casually shrugged my shoulders. "It felt like the right thing to do. And let's face it, we both know that I'm far too lazy to become a secret agent."

Peter smirked brightly, glad that I decided not to join SHIELD I'm actually glad I made that decision too. Now it feels like I'm one burden less. I just have to find a way to tell Fury that. Surely he's not going to take that well, but in emergency case, I'll bring the superparents Tony and Steve with me.

Speaking of them… "I know two people who are just dying to meet you." I said with a huge grin on my face to Peter.

He looked at me with a curios look. "Really? Who?"

"Tony Stark and Steve Rogers."

Hearing those names he opened his eyes widely, not believing what he just heard. "Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? Wants to meet me? But why?"

Because I'm trying to bring the superfamily together. Pure selfish fangirl reason.

Trying to suppress my immature fangirl giggle I simply walked away happily and said: "Try to fix things up with Gwen. She misses you and she needs you!"

"Will do!" Peter yelled back and then rolled away on his skateboard.

I watched him disappearing out of my sight.

Now I know how it feels like to be heartbroken. You feel angry and jealous toward the girl who can have that special boy, wondering what she's got that you don't have, and you try to hate that special boy and that girl. But at the same time you realize you just can't because of the way he makes you feel and you can't hate her because you know she's going to make him more happy than you ever could. And happiness is something Peter definitely deserves after all what happened.

I single tear ran down my check. It was a sad and a happy tear at the same time. I stopped walking, quickly whipping it off with my sleeve.

Love sucks.

Because it gives you all those roller coaster feelings. You wish you can somehow turn them off but at the same time they make you feel completely happy.

Someday, I will bump into the right guy who will make me feel this way again, and who will choose to stay by my side.

I looked up at the bright blue sky. It has stopped raining a long time ago. The sun was shining brightly.

Somewhere far away, the right guy is doing the same thing.

oOoOoOo

"Mr. Parker, tardy again. Well, at least we can always count on you."

"Sorry, Miss Ritter. It won't happen again, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Mr. Parker."

"Yeah, but those are the best kind."

haha, remember how I said that I wanted to ship PeterxOC when I started with this story? still turned out to be a GwenxPeter pairing at the end xD

so yeah, THANKS A BUNCH TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THIS STORY; PATIENTLY WAITED FOR AN UPDATE ENCOURAGED ME TO KEEP WRITING; ALERTED ND FAVED THIS STORY.

Really, you guys rock. Without you, I wouldn't have come this far. It really means a lot to me, since I've never really thought I write fanfictions xD

There isn't going to be an official sequel soon until I've seen Iron Man 3. Let's see if it's good to smuggle Jackie into that movie :P

And because I like to mess with the feelings of my readers, I have a small 'drabble' you :3

It's a small experiment. I wanted to try to write in third point of view. It's not really crucial part for this story, but you can see it as one if you want ;D

Enjoy!

Somewhere on the top of the life tree Yggrdasil lies the city of the Aesir and the Gods, Asgard.

Even though Asgard was also known as the shining golden city, in the last few days, it seemed like the city has lost its shine a little bit. Most Aesir believed this was cause by the rain. It was uncommon for Asgard to be visited by a rain that lasted for so long.

And finally, what seemed like an eternity to the Aesir, it has stopped to rain. The sun was shining even brighter then they remembered, giving Asgard a more powerful and majestic glance.

Loki, God of Mischief, Father of Lies and Harbinger of Destruction, was sitting in his room –now a prison- and stared up at the bright blue sky. It was something he has been doing a lot lately, he realized.

Was he hoping that someday, he may finally be free from this prison and leave this palace, that was his home for so long? Was he longing to be finally able to see the blue sky fully, instead of just a small piece from the window? And then plan revenge to all the people that has done this to him? Loki didn't know the answer himself.

Until today.

When Loki looked up and saw the blue sky for the first time after so many grey days, it made him feel… Safe. He never believed in light, always choosing the path of darkness and destruction. But today, the sky seemed like a light in his cruel cold life, shining its way through his blackened soul, trying to clean up the blood-stained corners.

It felt odd.

Loki turned away from the window and let out a humorless chuckle. For the first time in a while, he let a thin smile pass over his face. It wasn't a cruel smile, nor was it a happy smile. It was a simple, emotionless smile. Maybe the smile wasn't even real, it was simply an illusion- or a lie to cover up what he just thought.

His whole life was a lie.

You're not a monster.

Loki still remembers those words clearly, being whispered into his ear. Not a monster. Just thinking about it makes him want to laugh out loud. She was a fool, not knowing what she was saying. And yet, something in the back of his mind told him that maybe, just maybe, it was true what she said. He kept thinking back to the time where she told her story, in that prison on his last day on Midgard.

She really was an interesting human.

The God of Mischief looked out of the window again.

The sun was shining brightly.

Loki stared at the blue sky for a long time, and wondered if she was doing the same thing.