Author's Notes: Hey everyone! This is a secondary account to my other one Galaxyfiction, this one is totally dedicated to Marvel, mainly Spiderman.

This story is Movieverse, since I love the new movies and Emma Stone to pieces! I studied Andrew Garfield's mannerisms as I did with Emma's to make it seem a lot more movie based. Hopefully that came across to you guys.

There will be a plot soon enough, but have some fluff in the meantime! (Love Peter and Gwen!) Enjoy the fluff guys, and please review. Criticism is greatly appreciated! - Dave

Chapter One: My Spiderman.

She sat there, looking intently at her computer screen, stroking stray gold locks out of her eye line and curling them behind her cream skinned ears. Her soft pursed lips mouthed the font on the screen, mumbling to herself at the spelling errors. Huge rounded eyes, two islands of lush green sat atop the ocean of white Sclera's scanned from corner to corner of the computer. She lifted her pen and chewed on the end of the plastic stick.

Gwen adjusted her headband and flicked her ponytail off her shoulder, her mind busied with anything but the work on the screen. She blinked at the screen once, twice, three times, but every time the sentences meshed into a maelstrom of letters. She wasn't concentrating; her mind was fixated on something else.

She leaned back in her seat, spinning the chair around. A split second view of the window then the bed, the wall, the book shelves, then back to the window. The three-sixty view of her room dizzied her mind and on the final bored and worried rotation she stopped, seeing something askew. She peered back at the window and true enough, an anomaly. Yet she smiled, looking at the man on her fire escape.

Gwen got up, staggering ever so slightly from the dizzying effects. She knelt on her small shelf and pulled the window frame up, the reflection of her grinning face vanishing at the lack of glass and cold air.

Winter in New York always bit hard, but this time it was very frigid, the metal poles of the fire escape stained with slippery ice and dusting frost. A few flurries of snow fell through the windy air and a breeze of violently cold air snapped Gwen onto the shivering man.

"How long have you been out here?" She half joked with a splash of worry.

"Long enough to see you spinning your chair." He chuckled gently, Gwen's cheeks heating with a pang of embarrassment. He peered at her and smiled, yet she saw the long gouge down his right cheek, blood dripping onto the blue of his Spiderman suit, soaking it a dark blue. Scratches ripped across his chest and tore straight through the Spider etching on his pectorals. She gasped and cupped her mouth, stepping back from the window so he could clamber-fall-in.

Too stubborn as always, Bugboy.

He dropped into the room with a thud and breathed raggedly, back pressed to the shelf. His hair was ruffled and dirtied. Gwen moved her chair across the room and sat beside him, touching his cheek gently, his wince telling her all she needed to know.

"Mmm." He smiled that same smug yet sincere smile of his. She rolled her green eyes at him.

"What?" she scoffed.

"Warm." He chuckled weakly. Gwen stood up and walked over to her door, slowly creeping it open and slipping out into the hall. A photo on the wall of her family: younger brothers, Mother and Father all stood around Gwen herself. The amount of smiles and happy faces made her eyes water every time she walked this hallway to the rest of the apartment.

After Dr Curtis Connors killed her father, Captain George Stacy, she spiraled into depression, no help from Peter Parker's abandonment of her. Though it didn't take long for her cold heart towards him to thaw and realize his intentions, his promise to a dying father.

Leave Gwen out of it.

To know he cared about her so much as to not break her Father's promise, to know he stayed away on her Father's word, not his own. She grew small tingeing hatred towards her deceased Father. How dare he decide who she can and can't love, to still control her life beyond the grave?

Then she learnt, learned that he did it for her own safety. Any attachment to Spiderman would undoubtedly end with an early grave. But what point is living a long unhappy life away from the one you love till it hurts?

After a month or two, Peter and Gwen grew close again. Sure he broke her Father's promise, but the aching in his heart for her felt like two cold hands squeezing his heart till blood threatened to burst its seams. Gwen felt the same, and soon they were back together, happy with one another's company. She reminded Peter that whatever happened, they'd face it together.

Brought back to the present, Gwen snapped her eyes off the photo and pulled the door up. This time though she walked the hall with closed eyes until she was safely away from the photo. She could do without the emotional breakdown right now.

With her Mother out running errands and Brothers staying round a friends, they were home alone, which made her feel silly for locking him in her room, hidden...and bleeding. Gwen grabbed a wash cloth and walked to the sink, soaking the cloth in warm water.

She subconsciously assumed her Father would be sat idly flicking through the channels on the television, moaning about the lack of anything good. She airily laughed to herself and groaned afterwards, shaking her head. It had been three or four months since his demise and still she struggled to even accept it.

Two muscular arms slid around her waist startling her awake. A light pecking kiss to her ear lobe soothed her.

"I think that's wet enough." Peter gently chuckled, his hot, minty breath tickling her ear. Gwen nodded, pursed lips as she squeezed the excess water from the drenched rag. He squeezed her gently and she leaned back into his embrace, sighing. He took a deep inhale through his nose of her hair, pressing against her soft blonde locks. She reached a hand up and stroked his cheek.

"You-Your father?" He asked, mumbled. She nodded, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. He nodded and leaned his head around the left, kissing her soft creamy skinned cheek. She cooed and smiled under his loving administrations.

He reeled back and saw his own blood stained across her cheek.

"Oops. " He nervously chuckled. Gwen raised an eyebrow and turned to him, seeing the cut still leaking down his face. He hesitated several times before finally brushing her cheek and wiping his blood off. She shook it off and pulled the cloth up, pressing it to his cheek. He winced and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Come on, I'll stitch you up in my room." She took his hand and pulled Spiderman with her, a constant silent laugh on his face.

Once back in her room, he sat at the foot of her bed on the floor. She perched on the lip of her bed, readying her stitching needles and medical supplies she'd bought months prior. Being Spiderman's girlfriend meant a lot of wound cleaning.

"You can sit on my bed, you know." She spoke matter-of-factly at him. He let a whispering laugh escape his toothy smile and peered up from the floor at her. He shrugged and pat his palm on his brought up right knee.

"I umm...I..." He scratched his neck, beneath the corner of his jaw. His hand dropped to slap against his left stretched out thigh. She giggled at him.

"It's just a bed, Bug-boy." She smiled down at him.

"I know, I know-but you know, it's...it's not just any bed, I mean it's your bed, you know, it's your bed." He mumbled, getting quieter as his ramblings went on. She found him adorable with his nervous ramblings. How can the man behind Spiderman's mask get so flustered so easily? Apparently Gwen had a power she didn't know about, the power to fluster Spiderman.

"What-what's so funny?" Peter spoke, Gwen realizing she'd been giggling to herself. He looked up from the floor at her. She shook her head, the laughs dissipating.

"You; Spider-man gets flustered bout my be-ed." She hummed in a sing-song, swaying left and right. Peter chuckled at her, shaking his head. She leaned forward and dabbed his cheek, cleaning the cut. His eyes were set on her like stone, the brown doe eyes burring into her features. He adorned her adorable little button nose, full soft lips, creamy skinned cheeks that rose beneath her incredible large, adorable lime green irises.

He adored her locks of golden blonde hair, the ways her eyes fused against his cut, carefully administering the cleaning cloth, the way she swept her locks from her eye line behind her ear. The way she smiled and blushed when she figured out his brown eyed stare.

"What are you staring at?" she smiled, tilting her head with a sarcastic eyebrow raised. A lock of blonde fell from her fringe and swung across her vision. Peter smiled and raised his hand, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"You." he smiled, then started laughing to himself, shaking his head. Gwen giggled too.

"Oh good, you realized how cheesy you sound?" she enthusiastically and even sarcastically nodded, her voice husky as always.

"I did." He nodded with a grin from ear to ear, reopening his wound.

"Right, stop smiling, your opening the cut." She sighed, like berating a child. Peter pouted, his brown eyes pleading. Gwen snorted, trying to ignore him, dabbing the cut and reaching to her Suture kit. Peter kept watching her, their noses inches apart.

"Seriously Bug boy, stop!" She giggled, berating herself for laughing, turning stern, almost motherly as best she could. Peter met her eyes with a loving heat to his brown eyes. She smiled, shaking her head. "Want me to clean this cut?" She crossed her arms, leaning back.

"Yes please Ma'am." He nodded, behaving himself. Gwen dropped off the bed gently to kneel before him. She leaned forward and began to gently suture his cheek. Every few minutes he'd wince and hiss.

Even though he was wincing every few moments, he kept his eyes on her. Having Gwen Stacy's face so close to his seemed like nothing more than a dream, a wish. Yet here he sat, inches from her nose, her eyes, her lips. The intoxicating scent of her lavender perfume, he was in heaven.

"There...you go." She smiled, placing the sutures down on her bed. He smiled and nodded, his puffy hair ruffled.

"Thank you."

"Ah no problem." She shrugged, going to get up and tidy. He grasped her hands and softly pulled her back down, Gwen's eyes set on him with confused concern. He shook his head comically fast, although he was being serious.

"No, no, no, no it is-it is, well not that it's a problem, I mean-" he huffed and sat staring at her with a bare-with-me smile. Gwen did, staring at him softly. "Okay...what I'm trying to say is...

"What?" She asked softly, green eyes wide on his, her mouth slightly parted.

"Everything you do for me, I don't know how to repay, you know? I guess...what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry." He nodded, eye peering up at hers. She eyed him with concern.

"Sorry for what?"

"I broke up with you after your Father's funeral! Who does that?" He shrugged with a dry self-berating chuckle. Gwen gulped over the lump blocking her throat. "I put you through emotional hell, all so you wouldn't get hurt. I was hurting you, to stop you getting hurt. See how crazy that is?" Peter sighed.

"How long has this bugged you?" Gwen asked gently. He shrugged, wetting his dry chapped lips, avoiding her gaze. She sat closer, shuffling to face him, brushing hair out of her eyes. She took his hands out of his blue spandex lap.

"Hey, look at me Peter." She whispered, lacing her fingers with his. He looked at their hands intertwined and smiled weakly.

"A long time." He shrugged. He peered up at her wonderful eyes, so caring and loving. His hands fell from hers and he cupped her cheeks, thumbs caressing the soft skin. "Gwen...I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you..."

"Wha...What are you saying?" she gulped. Gwen sighed, expecting the inevitable I can't be with you, my promise to your Father.

"I...I..." He took a shaky inhale and looked at her eyes, so intently that her green seemed to leak into his brown. "I love you."

Gwen's eyes snapped wide open and she tried to speak, utter anything. Her mouth worked, yet her vocal chords failed her. "I...wow err." Gwen flustered, puffing through pursed lips as her eyes darted. She knew that Peter's feelings towards her were loving and that he would die to protect her, hell he gave up his own happiness, and subsequently her own too, just to honor her Father's dying wish. There was no doubt that he loved her. So why did this throw her off guard?

"Earth to Gwen, come in Gwen." Peter nervously chuckled, rubbing his neck. Gwen snapped back up, eyes set wide on him.

"Oh, sorry. Wow um...I had no idea-well I had an idea it's just hearing you say it is so different from imagining-not that I imagined it! God I umm-" Peter placed his finger over her lips, silencing her.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same Gwen. I hurt you, and it's gonna take a while to-

"I love you too!" Gwen blurted. Peter sat silently, mouth agape still. "Yeah, yeah I do, I do, I do, I love you Peter." She nodded to enforce the point. Peter scoffed a thankful laugh and smiled at her. She reopened those wonderfully huge green eyes.

"Well lucky me." Peter chuckled, stroking her cheek. Gwen giggled and leaned into his hand, smiling a content hum. The pad of his thumb smoothed across her soft skin. They sat in blissful silence, eyes locked and smiles beaming.

"Okay, look, I have this...this...idea." Peter started, Gwen overly enthusiastically and sarcastically nodding, her eyes narrowed slightly at him, oh yeah? plastered on her moving yet silent lips. "How about...since it's-you know Christmas soon and all, how about we...we..."

"We?" Gwen interrupted; she comically over exaggerated and elongated the word, her lips dancing around the letters, eyebrows arched in confusion, her husky, raspy voice like sultry smoke. Peter grinned a laugh towards the floor, shaking his head comically.

"How about we go out...you know? Just get outta here and enjoy ourselves, huh?" Peter gave a toothy grin which he knew made Gwen melt like butter. She looked at him while chewing her lip in thought. She narrowed her eyes with a curl in her lips. Peter egged her on, still grinning his teeth.

"Fine, but no webs." She pointed at him, her once bulbous green eyes now narrow slits. He raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. Gwen leaned forward, initiating the kiss. Peter pressed his lips to hers softly.

She massaged his lips with her own, moans deep down in his throat as he stroked a hand through her blonde hair. Finally she pulled back, brushing her lips on his, eyes reopening and setting against his. They bumped foreheads gently and sat in content silence for a moment.

"So...where'd you wanna go?" Peter asked.

Author's Notes: Let me know what you guys think! Hopefully you enjoy this as much as I like writing it! - Dave