GWEN'S POV

Falling.

It's a horrible feeling, really. Being so helpless that you can't stop yourself. There's nothing to grab onto until you body slams against the ground. That's what I was doing. Falling.

I look up to see Harry, I mean the Goblin, on his glider staring at me as I fall. I know Peter is on the glass roof of the clock tower, just waiting to catch me.

At an instant it feels as if a train has just hit me from behind. I am suddenly in Peter's grasp and fall through the transparent roof of the tower. Peter lands on a catwalk, out of breath.

"You ok?" he asks. Since all of the air has been forced out of my lungs, all I can say is "uhmmhmm" and shake my head.

We hear a small clank and look to the right. There, a small bomb has been dropped right next to us. Before I can say anything, all hell breaks loose.

The explosion throws me off the side of the catwalk. At an instant his hand grabs mine, catching me from certain death.

"I'm going to put you down right here," he says. He shoots a web at my hand, letting me land safely on one of the gears.

Harry then zooms down into the tower and engages in a brutal fight with Peter. Blood, sweat, and saliva are thrown in all directions as the fight ensues.

At one point, Harry loses his glider. Before I can do anything, the glider destroys the gear I stand on, causing me to fall. Peter then shoots a web at me and begins to pull me up.

I'm almost to Peter when Harry pounces on top of him and Peter is forced to let me drop down, though we both still cling to the web. The string continuously vibrates as Peter and Harry strike blows on one another.

I soon realize the web that keeps me from plummeting to my death is caught between two gears. In a minute, they will collide, slicing the web in two.

Peter sticks his foot between 2 gears that will keep the entire system from moving. He then shoots a web into another gear and wraps it around Harry's neck, which will cause him to be thrown across the tower if the clock moves.

I begin to lose my grasp as Peter struggles to hold on. "Peter?" I yell. I begin to climb the web when his foot comes loose and all the gears break. Harry is hurled to the wall, knocking him unconscious, and the web I hold on to slices in half, just as I predicted.

I give a faint scream as I begin to fall along with numerous gears. Peter suddenly jumps from the platform he was standing on and races after me. I hear a faint noise as Peter shoots a web towards me, but there's nothing I can do for it to get to me soon enough.

I close my teary eyes, awaiting the moment I hit the ground. My lungs are unable to take in air and I feel as though I might suffocate. I almost don't notice Peter's web latching onto my stomach.

When I open my eyes, I see Peter falling towards me. I slowly shift my head to the side and see that the ground is only yards away. With out thinking, I clasp the web between my hands and shut my eyes tightly.

As the webs stretches to its maximum length, my body is hurled back. I can fell my hair brush the old, dusty floor. The elastic energy of the web causes me to be pulled back into the air before I fall back and hang there. I let my arms fall limp and keep my eyelids sealed. My mind is going in and out of consciousness. I know this because each time Peter says my name, I don't hear his voice. I hear my father's voice.

I slowly open my eyes to see my father standing before me.

Peter's POV

My arm clings to a thin, rusty bar as I look down at Gwen's body. I fasten the web to the beam and fall to the ground, landing on my feet.

I look at her face and see her eyes closed. Her chest does not rise and she hangs there, not making the slightest movement. I put her in my arms and pull the web from her abdomen. Her head hangs back and she refuses to breathe. I now fear the worst, but I try hard to wake her up.

"Gwen? Hey!" I say. I stroke her long, thick hair just praying for her to open her eyes. I can feel my eyes well up and know that I'm on the verge of tears.

In the end, I guess, the best kinds of promises are the ones that you keep, otherwise it ends horribly. "Breathe," I plead to her. I can feel my throat tightening as I look down at her.

"You're OK," I say, trying to convince myself that she'll be wake up and hit me for almost letting her die.

"Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, stay with me! You stay with me!" I say. These words continuously spin through my head. Stay with me.

But despite my best efforts, I can't get her to open her big, beautiful blue eyes. "Gwen?" I say, "Gwen! NO, PLEASE, PLEASE!"

I begin to sob at this point and I know that she's gone.

Gwen's POV

I look around the room. It seems that I'm in the clock tower, but everything is white; not a singe thing broken. I look up at my father, wearing a beautiful white suit. He unlatches the web and pulls me up. I smile at him, but he just shoots me a look of disappointment.

"Gwen," he says, "Why didn't you keep my promise?"

I can feel my hands sweat and have no good explanation except, "Because I love Peter, daddy. I love him just like you loved mom."

"Well alright then," he says, "If you truly love this boy, then who am I to hold you back? But remember this, I love you, and I want what's best for you, so if you want to be with Peter, just make the right choices."

Tears pour down my cheeks and I throw my arms around him. We embrace, and then he whispers into my ear, "Go to him, my love. I won't be able to see you for a long time, but remember I will always be with you."

I give him a kiss on the cheek and the image of him and the shining, white clock tower slowly fade away into complete and utter darkness.

Peter's POV

Hope.

That's what Gwen Stacy was. She was my hope. But now, my hope has died. No matter how hard I tried, I could not keep her safe; and because of me, she has to die.

As I cradle Gwen's motionless body and sob into her shoulder, I feel something. It wasn't necessarily movement, but as I pressed my cheek against her's, I could feel a vibration.

I can almost hear a faint noise, like the brakes to a car. It slowly increases volume until I hear a loud gasp of air.

I shoot right up with all the joy in the world bursting throughout my body to see Gwen's chest rise and her eyes flutter open. "Gwen!" I yell. I press my lips against hers and embrace her, not wanting to let go.

"Peter?" she says.

"Yes Gwen, Gwen I'm here. I'm right here.. and I love you, OK? I love you so much!"

"I love you, too," she says. I can feel her body trembling, so I hold her close to mine.

After nearly an hour of embracing, kissing, and crying, we finally get the guts to stand up. Both of our legs are limp and useless, but I don't give a damn. I scoop Gwen off the ground and carry her in my arms.

Everything seems perfect when I hear another faint cough. I know it's not Gwen, so I look up to see Harry looking down at us.

He starts to chuckle but then vomits and passes out, causing him to fall down the clock tower. As he gets nearer to the ground, I debate whether or not to let him die, or to show him mercy. In the end, I quickly weave a small trampoline of webs that cushion his fall.

I use webs to tie his limbs to the trampoline and abscond the area with Gwen.

GWEN'S POV

As we swing through the city, I hold tightly to Peter, never wanting this beautiful moment to end.

After an hour, we reach his apartment. We land on a small roof the covers the porch to his home. He slowly opens the window to his bedroom as his head swings from side to side, searching for anyone in the room.

"We're clear," he says. He pulls me through the window and into his room.

When he turns on the light switch, I take a good look around. Overall, it's a little messy, but I don't really care. A crumpled up collage of pictures sits in a hamper in the corner of the room, a desk that is places in front of his bathroom door, and a twin-sized bed.

"Do you want some comfortable clothes to sleep in?" Peter asks.

"Sure," I say. He goes over to his closet and hands me a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. He then pulls his desk away from the bathroom door and gestures for me to go inside.

I close the door and remove the jacket, skirt, leggings, and shirt and throw them into a pile of Peter's clothes the sit in the corner of his bathroom.

As I assemble the clothes Peter has given me, I notice that the hoodie barely sits on my shoulders and hangs down to my thighs and the sweat pants sag down, but despite this they're pretty comfortable!

When I come out, Peter has surprisingly cleaned the room very well. All the books are stacked on the shelves and all the trash has been picked up. I look over to see Peter, sitting on the bed wearing similar clothes that I am with his geeky smile plastered onto his face.

I go over to him and sit in his lap. He holds me close and whispers into my ear, "I'm so sorry that I almost didn't get to you. I will never ever let this happen to you again." I can hear his voice getting tighter, and then look to see him shedding tears.

He then pulls me to him, and we kiss passionately. Not how we used to, but slowly, enjoying every moment of it, knowing that this could be our last.

He sets me on the other side of him, landing me on the bed, and climbs down to the floor. "Good night," he says.

"Peter," I say, "Will you stay with me?"

"Always."

He climbs up into the bed and we lie next to each other. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I lay my head against his chest and slowly fall asleep.

Author's note:

Hi Guys! I had so much fun writing the first chapter of "The Night Gwen Stacy Lived." To clarify, there will be more chapter's to come! I ask that you guys give me some ideas on what to do next with the story. I already have a few of my own, but I would love to know what you guys want next. I will try to post a new chapters 2-4 times a week. I hope you enjoy!

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