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chapter twenty-fivr:
❛ far from home ❜

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Gwen entered the train station with a sense of unease that seemed to grow stronger with every step she took. The busy terminal buzzed with voices, the sounds of rolling luggage, and the occasional announcement overhead, but all Gwen could focus on was the absence of Peter. He was supposed to be here. He was always here, especially when it came to school trips. Yet today, something was different. He hadn't shown up, and the knot in Gwen's stomach tightened with worry. Her thoughts raced-had something happened to him? Or worse, had he gotten into another dangerous situation?

Walking beside MJ, Gwen couldn't hold her concerns in any longer. "I'm really worried about him," she whispered to MJ, glancing over at her friend as they walked toward the group that was gathering near the tour guide. The sound of footsteps and chatter around them seemed to fade as she focused entirely on MJ's response.

MJ, however, didn't seem as concerned. "He's fine, Gwen," she said, her voice calm but dismissive. "You know, he's Spider-Man. He can handle himself." Her expression remained unreadable, as if she had already convinced herself that Peter was invincible.

But Gwen wasn't so sure. She knew Peter better than anyone, and she knew that his tendency to slip away without notice wasn't something that could be chalked up to just being Spider-Man. There were too many unanswered questions. Why wasn't he here? Where had he gone? Was he in trouble?

As they reached the rest of the class, Brad suddenly broke the silence with his loud voice, clearly agitated. "Is no one else going to acknowledge how crazy this is?" he asked, throwing his hands up dramatically. The other students glanced at each other, confused by his outburst, but Gwen felt a sinking sensation in her chest.

MJ and Gwen exchanged an uncomfortable look. Brad's tone seemed off, and Gwen could already sense that this wasn't going to end well. When Brad continued, his words took a sharp turn.

"Oh, yeah, I get it," Brad said, his voice sarcastic. "There's been nothing scientific about this science tour at all." He scoffed, clearly annoyed with the lack of academic content. But then, in a sharp twist, he pointed directly at Gwen. "No, I'm talking about Peter! Has no one noticed how shady he is? Because I saw him in the back room of a rest stop with some woman in his underwear, and he's always sneaking away, like back at the opera, huh? Gwen's always disappearing too! Now he's suddenly off the trip, with his family in Berlin? Is no one else interested in the truth?"

Gwen's heart sank at Brad's accusations. What was he even talking about? She felt her face flush with embarrassment and disbelief. How could he just throw Peter under the bus like that? And what did he mean about her disappearing too? The mention of Peter and her name together sent a shockwave through the group, and she could feel all eyes on her now.

Her first instinct was to lash out, but she couldn't. Not yet. Gwen looked at MJ, silently asking for support, and MJ, as always, was quick to pick up on the unspoken communication. She stood tall beside Gwen, her expression calm, even though Gwen could see the hint of frustration in her eyes.

Ned, standing at the edge of the group, looked nervously at Gwen and MJ, his eyes wide with concern. He could sense the tension rising and knew something needed to be done before it escalated any further. But Gwen and MJ, both sharp as ever, gave him a subtle look, telling him it would be fine.

"The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world," MJ said flatly, quoting George Orwell in an almost robotic tone, but with just enough sarcasm to let Brad know she wasn't impressed. "Thank you, Brad."

Gwen couldn't help but smirk at MJ's quick retort, but it wasn't enough to ease the knot in her stomach. "Yeah, well, since Peter's not really here to tell his truth, what about you, Brad?" Gwen asked with a sly, almost challenging smile. She crossed her arms, taking a defensive stance as she stared him down. "How about you explain yourself? You know, that whole 'sneaking around with a camera' thing?"

MJ jumped in, her voice biting with accusation. "Yeah, why take pictures of people in the bathroom?" she added, her eyes narrowing as she locked onto Brad.

The entire group fell silent for a moment as Brad froze, clearly caught off guard. His face went pale, and he stammered, unable to come up with a reasonable defense. "No, no, no, it wasn't like that," Brad muttered, clearly panicking. "I was just- I was trying to take a-"

The silence was broken by Flash, who had been filming the entire conversation with his phone held out in front of him. He didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, dude, what's that about?" Flash asked, his voice dripping with disbelief as he zoomed in on Brad.

Brad's face turned beet red, and he sputtered, trying to explain himself, but the damage was done. His secrets were out, and Gwen wasn't about to let him deflect attention away from his own questionable actions.

Before Brad could respond, Mr. Harrington stepped in, trying to diffuse the situation. His voice was calm but firm, signaling the end of this little debacle. "Let's just put all this craziness behind us and have a nice, peaceful afternoon," he said with an authoritative but gentle tone, ushering the students to move forward.

Gwen and MJ exchanged a look of mutual satisfaction, feeling the tension ease as the group slowly began to disperse. Brad, now thoroughly embarrassed, slunk away to the back of the group, muttering to himself. The spotlight was finally off them, but Gwen couldn't shake the unease in her chest.

Her thoughts returned to Peter. She was glad the situation with Brad was over, but she still couldn't stop worrying about him. Something wasn't right, and she needed to find him-soon.




The trio of friends stood together, gazing out the window of the bus as it rolled through the bustling streets of London. Gwen's mind was racing, her thoughts clouded with worry. Something just didn't sit right. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on with Peter than he was letting on. She'd been trying to ignore it, to trust that he had everything under control, but the unease inside her was only growing.

"I don't like this," Gwen muttered, her voice low. "Something's definitely up." She leaned back against the seat, crossing her arms as she glanced out the window, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The iconic landmarks of London passed by, but none of it did anything to calm her nerves.

"Right? Why are there no birds pooping on us?" Ned's voice cut through her thoughts as he squinted out the window, clearly trying to distract himself. He was trying, in his usual way, to find something normal in the chaos. But Gwen wasn't having it.

"No, MJ," Gwen continued, her gaze hardening as she turned to her friend, who was looking far too relaxed. "I'm talking about Peter. Something's definitely not right."

MJ shot her a knowing look, her lips curling into a small, teasing smirk. "Oh, yeah. But, Peter is good at this. You gotta trust that precious little, squeezable face." She hummed, clearly not taking Gwen's concern as seriously as she would have liked.

Gwen shot her a look that was both amused and exasperated. "Are you trying to imply I like him?" Her voice was flat, though the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her.

"Duh," MJ replied with a smirk, her eyes gleaming mischievously. She leaned back, clearly enjoying the banter, as if their entire world wasn't about to be upended.

Gwen's face flushed slightly, but she ignored it. This was hardly the time for teasing. She took a deep breath, trying to focus. "I'm serious, MJ. Something is off. Peter's not just 'doing his Spider-Man thing.' I know him. He's hiding something."

MJ's expression softened, sensing the seriousness in Gwen's tone. "Look," she said gently, "you have to remember, just stay calm. Peter's good at this. He knows how to handle himself." She gave Gwen a reassuring nod, though her own unease was starting to show.

Ned, who had been trying to ignore the tension, nodded along. "Yeah, calm down. Everything's fine," he said, though his voice wasn't as convincing as he probably hoped.

But as Gwen opened her mouth to respond, a sudden, deafening crash of thunder rattled the air, making all three of them jump in surprise. They turned instinctively toward the source of the sound and their eyes widened in disbelief.

There, in the distance, just beyond the building they had left moments before, smoke was starting to curl up from the roof. The thick gray cloud was billowing ominously, swirling around in a way that made Gwen's stomach drop. It didn't take much to realize-this wasn't a normal storm. This was something else.

"That doesn't look good," Gwen muttered, her voice low and tense as she stared out the window, her eyes narrowing.

"That's... that's fake, right?" Ned asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he squinted toward the smoke. "That's some kind of special effects, right? They're making a movie or something...?"

But his words fell flat. The panic rising in Gwen's chest didn't subside, even as she tried to tell herself it was nothing. It felt real. The smoke, the unnatural swirling, the ominous clouds overhead-everything about it screamed danger. Her Spidey-sense was going wild, buzzing in the back of her mind. And there was no ignoring it.

"Something's not right," Gwen muttered again, her voice growing more urgent. She knew her Spidey-sense better than anyone, and it was telling her that whatever was happening in the distance, it was bad. Really bad.

MJ noticed the shift in Gwen's demeanor, her expression faltering. She hadn't seen Gwen like this in a long time-so focused, so on edge. And the worried look in Gwen's eyes told her everything she needed to know.

Ned, who had been trying to make light of the situation, suddenly fell silent, his eyes darting between Gwen and the smoke. He could feel it now too-the tension in the air, the weight of something far bigger than any tourist stop or science trip.

Without another word, Gwen stood up, her mind already working through a plan. She had to figure out what was going on, find Peter, and get to the bottom of this before it escalated further.

"We need to go," she said, her voice sharp with purpose. "Something's happening, and I don't think it's just a coincidence."

Ned and MJ exchanged looks, but both of them nodded. They didn't question her. They knew her well enough to understand that when Gwen was this serious, things were about to get dangerous.

And right now, Gwen could only hope that they weren't too late.



The wind howled and whipped through the air, its power unnerving as Gwen tried to focus on the situation at hand. The panic in the air was palpable, and as Mr. Harrington appeared at the top of the bus, his face pale and frantic, things seemed to take a darker turn.

"The bus driver's gone!" Mr. Harrington yelled over the roar of the wind, his voice barely audible as he waved his arms in the air.

"What?" the group shouted, their confusion mixing with rising panic.

"He's dead?" Gwen gaped, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn't comprehend it-one moment, they were just on a regular trip, and now this. Everything had spiraled into something far worse.

Mr. Harrington's voice trembled as he shouted back, "He is no longer here!" The words hung in the air, a cryptic and terrifying warning. "It's okay! Mr. Dell and I have it under control!"

But the reassurance was hollow. Mr. Dell, standing beside him, yelled back in exasperation, "No, no, no! Don't drag me into this, Roger!" His hands were in the air, and his fear was palpable.

"Julius?" Gwen whispered to herself, her eyes narrowed in confusion. She couldn't quite place what was happening, but the dread was settling in her gut.

"The witches are back!" Mr. Dell screamed, his voice straining as his eyes locked on the water behind them, which was rising at an unnatural rate, creating a towering wall of water that was quickly heading toward them. The sight made Gwen's heart leap into her throat.

"Oh my God, get off the bus!" Mr. Harrington shouted, his panic escalating, his body shaking as the reality of the situation set in. The wind picked up again, tearing through the bus, and Gwen found herself repeating the phrase over and over in sheer disbelief: "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Her voice was shrill, panicked, as the floodwaters roared around them.

Her curly brown hair, streaked with highlights, whipped violently around her face as the storm picked up, her heart pounding. This wasn't some strange accident or coincidence-it was something far worse.

"MJ, I knew something was wrong! My Spidey sense was telling me!" Gwen shouted, her voice strained as she turned to her best friend.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you had that!" MJ shouted back, her voice barely audible over the ferocious wind. Gwen grabbed MJ's hand, pulling her forward as they both fought against the chaos surrounding them. They could see the others running ahead, but Gwen could only focus on the immediate danger.

"Follow me, kids!" Mr. Harrington yelled, his voice filled with a strange mixture of fear and determination. Gwen's legs were moving on autopilot now, pushing forward, the weight of everything weighing heavily on her chest.

She reached out, grabbing Ned's hand and yanking him forward. MJ, close behind, grabbed onto her other hand, their combined strength keeping them together as they rushed after the teachers. The world was a blur of motion-shouts, confusion, and fear all blending into one.

The rumble of an explosion behind them stopped Gwen in her tracks. She turned just in time to see the bus explode into a cloud of flames and debris, the shockwave hitting her like a punch to the chest. The blast made her stagger, but she didn't stop running.

"Flash!" MJ screamed as she caught sight of him, holding up his phone in a bizarre attempt to livestream the disaster.

"Grab him!" MJ yelled to Gwen, and without thinking, Gwen turned, racing back to catch up with Flash. She grabbed his backpack, jerking him away from the explosion and urging him to move faster. "Come on, Flash! Get moving!"

"Follow the cursed hand!" Mr. Dell called as they ran, his voice strained. Gwen had no idea what he meant, but there was no time to figure it out now.

"Where is Peter?" Gwen asked Ned, her voice sharp as she looked around, trying to spot him in the sky or among the chaos. The constant swirl of green smoke was making her dizzy. "Do you think he's okay?" Her words came out choked, her fear for Peter bubbling up again.

"He is!" Ned called back, his voice filled with forced reassurance. "Just take his advice!"

"What advice?" Gwen yelled back, her frustration mounting. She needed answers, but everything was spiraling too quickly for her to process.

"Stay safe!" MJ and Ned shouted in unison, both of them yanking Gwen forward just as a car sped toward them, narrowly missing the group. Gwen's heart skipped a beat, and she stumbled but quickly regained her balance.

They skidded to a halt, just in time to see the monstrous figure in the distance, its form shifting like a nightmare. The combined force of earth, fire, and water created a massive creature, towering over the city like something out of a bad sci-fi movie. It was unlike anything they'd seen before-unmistakably alien, monstrous, and powerful.

"Earth, fire, water... Oh no, they joined forces like the Power Rangers," Mr. Dell muttered in disbelief. His eyes were wide with terror as he took in the sight.

"No, no, no! You're thinking of Voltron!" Mr. Harrington corrected quickly, his voice tinged with panic.

"Who?" Dr. Dell asked, his tone confused and horrified as they stared at the creature.

"Voltron! You're thinking of Voltron!" Mr. Harrington yelled again, but it was clear that the comparison didn't make any sense in this situation. The creature they were looking at was something entirely different-and much worse.

Gwen barely heard the conversation between the teachers. Her mind was elsewhere, zeroing in on the source of the chaos. And then, like a cruel twist of fate, Brad's voice cut through the noise.

"Hey, look! It's Mysterio!" Brad called, pointing toward a small figure moving among the destruction, trailing green smoke behind him like some villain from a bad movie.

Gwen's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, fuck no!" she screamed, her heart sinking. The last time she'd seen Mysterio, he had been playing mind games, trying to manipulate their perceptions. She couldn't let him get away again.

Without another thought, Gwen began to run, her feet pounding against the pavement as she darted through the crowd. Her instincts were screaming at her to act, to stop Mysterio before it was too late.

But before she could make it any further, MJ grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "Gwen, if Mysterio knows we know..." Gwen started to say, but her voice trailed off.

"We're in danger," Ned finished, his face pale as he watched the smoke billowing from the creature. They weren't safe anymore, not in the slightest.

"Yeah, and so are they," MJ added, her eyes darting toward their classmates. They were all at risk.

"Come on, hurry, hurry!" Gwen urged, pushing MJ forward as she and the others ran. Flash followed closely behind, and Gwen grabbed his backpack, pulling him along. "Grab on, Flash, I'll pull you!" Gwen shouted, her voice strained with effort as she raced forward. Flash clung to her backpack, his legs moving faster as he tried to keep up.

The massive creature loomed ahead, its green smoke swirling around, and Gwen could feel the weight of the danger growing heavier with every step. But she didn't stop. She couldn't. Not when Peter, and everyone else, was depending on her to stop this nightmare.





"Happy! Happy, oh my god!" Gwen yelled, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she sprinted toward the ship. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could see the familiar figure of Happy Hogan emerging from the bottom, a moment of relief rushing through her.

"Is Peter alive?" she called out, her voice shaking with concern.

"Alive and sticky," Happy replied with a grin, scanning her quickly, "He wanted me to make sure you were alive too!"

Gwen nodded, the fear for Peter still gnawing at her, but she couldn't help but appreciate Happy's attempt at humor. "You seem like you are breathing," he added, his voice light, though there was a worried edge in his eyes.

"She was almost hit by a branch!" Ned shouted, running alongside her.

"To the tower!" Happy yelled, already making his way toward the group. "Into the Crown Jewels vault!" he added with urgency.

"Yeah, go, go, go!" Flash yelled, gripping onto Gwen's backpack as they raced forward.

"Into the vault! The walls are eight feet thick!" Happy shouted as they neared the entrance, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. "Go into the vault!"

The sudden sound of gunfire shattered the windows, sending glass spraying everywhere as the group dove to take cover. "Take cover!" Happy shouted, ducking low.

Gwen and Flash ducked behind one of the bookcases, trying to avoid the deadly shots. The drone buzzed menacingly, its hum growing louder as it flew slowly, searching for targets. MJ quickly grabbed a sharp weapon, nearly dropping it but managing to save it just in time.

Betty, acting fast, pushed over one of the metal statues in the path of the drone, causing it to turn and fire at the obstruction. MJ saw her chance and hurled the weapon at the drone, hitting it dead on. The drone faltered, spinning erratically before crashing to the ground.

With a mix of satisfaction and fury, Gwen stomped on it with her right foot. "Fuck you!" she shouted, her anger propelling her actions. She wanted to use her web-shooters, but that would reveal her identity as Spider-Woman, so she had to make do.

The drone spun back up, and bullets flew everywhere as they rushed toward the vault. Happy quickly slammed the doors shut, using all his strength to hold them as the drone fired at the metal shield he threw. The sound of a faint shout from the drone echoed just as the door sealed.

"I'm here, I'm here," Happy spoke into his earpiece, his voice clipped and tense. "I bought us some time, but not much."

"Is that Spider-Man?" Gwen asked and heard Peter's muffled voice called, trying to reach Happy's earpiece.

"Yeah, she's alive," Happy replied to Peter on his earpiece, giving Gwen a brief but assuring glance. "Was almost hit by a branch and shot by a drone, but alive."

"I wasted my life playing video games and we're gonna die!" Ned wailed, his panic palpable as the drones hammered away at the vault doors.

"I have a fake ID, and I've never used it," Betty admitted, her voice strained with fear.

"I post stupid videos daily for people to like me!" Flash cried out, his voice high with anxiety.

"Hey, if it wasn't for those stupid videos, Spider-Man would have never found you," Happy retorted sharply, pointing a finger at Flash.

"Spider-Man follows me? I saved us!" Flash cheered, his panic momentarily subsiding.

"If you saved us, why are we about to die?" MJ shot back, her voice filled with disbelief as the drones hit the vault doors again.

"MJ!" Betty gasped, staring at her in shock.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm obsessed with telling the truth even if it hurts people's feelings!" MJ huffed, holding the weapon in her hand.

"I'm in love with Peter!" Gwen blurted out, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

MJ's eyes widened. "Fucking knew it!" she said, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice.

"I'm in love with Spider-Man's aunt," Happy blurted out, looking completely serious. All eyes turned toward him, and he gave a sheepish shrug. "We're sharing, right?" he said, a strange smile on his face.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Aw, Gwen, that is so sweet," Betty gushed, her voice suddenly high-pitched as another drone hit the vault doors.

As the group waited, they could hear the faint sound of the drones pulling away. A moment of silence passed, leaving everyone confused.

"Did your confession just save us?" Flash gaped at Gwen, unable to hide his surprise.

"Give me the spear," Happy said suddenly, holding out his hand. MJ quickly passed it to him.

"That's a halberd," Ned corrected with a nervous chuckle, trying to lighten the tension.

Happy opened the door, cautiously scanning the area. Seeing no drones, he signaled the group to move forward. "Let's go!"

The group rushed out, but Gwen, not wanting to wait any longer, bolted ahead. The city around them was destroyed, but there was a strange calm in the air now. The explosions had stopped, and the chaos seemed to have quieted down. Car alarms blared in the distance as Gwen made her way through wrecked vehicles.

"Peter!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Gweny!" she heard his voice call out, and Gwen froze, her eyes locking onto Peter. He was climbing up on a few stacked cars that had managed to stay upright through the destruction.

Without thinking, Gwen shot a web to propel herself toward him, landing lightly on the car beside him. Her heart surged as she reached out to him, relief flooding her chest.

"I thought I lost you," he breathed, his eyes scanning her quickly to make sure she was okay.

"Are you okay?" Gwen gasped, her voice trembling slightly as she stepped closer to Peter, her hands instinctively reaching up to gently cup his face. Her fingers brushed against his warm skin, her gaze searching his eyes for any sign of injury or pain. The chaotic sounds of the city around them faded away in the intensity of the moment. She was so relieved to see him standing in front of her, alive, but the worry still lingered in her chest.

Peter looked down at her, his face filled with concern. "I'm okay, are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with panic, his words coming out muffled as he hung upside down from his webs. His webs, though strong, were the only things keeping him steady as he looked down at her. "Help me down? I want to hug you,"

Before he could finish, Gwen didn't hesitate. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest that she could barely hear anything else. Without a second thought, she leaned forward, her lips finding his in a kiss. The sensation was electrifying-her heart racing, her breath caught in her throat as their lips met. Peter's shock was palpable at first, but he quickly relaxed into the kiss, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady himself while his webs kept him suspended in the air.

For those precious few moments, nothing else existed but the two of them. The chaos, the danger, the world around them-it all seemed to disappear. It was just her and Peter, sharing this intimate moment that felt like it had been years in the making. Gwen's heart swelled, her mind spinning with everything she had felt for him over the years-everything she had kept locked away.

Peter's hands, despite the awkwardness of being upside down, reached up and gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. He kissed her back with a quiet urgency, his emotions running high. Gwen could feel it-the way he was pouring his heart into this kiss, the weight of their past, their struggles, their hopes for the future-all of it was in this kiss. She could feel his breath against her lips, his pulse racing in sync with hers.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gwen pulled back, her lips tingling from the contact. She took a breath, her chest rising and falling as she looked at Peter, her face flushed with emotion. She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Are you all pink because you're blushing or you're upside down? Again?" she teased, her voice light, trying to lighten the moment.

Peter blinked, clearly caught off guard by her sudden smirk, but the smile that spread across his face was nothing short of breathtaking. He let out a breathless laugh. "Both," he answered, his voice a little hoarse, still adjusting to the rush of emotions.

With a swift motion, Peter cut the webs that had been holding him upside down, and with one graceful flip, he landed on his feet in front of Gwen. His arms immediately reached out to her, pulling her in close. Gwen didn't resist. She let him pull her toward him, her heart fluttering in her chest, her stomach doing flips. Before she could even process what was happening, Peter was kissing her again, this time with all the fervor that had been building up between them for so long.

Gwen melted into the kiss, her hands gripping the fabric of his suit, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. His gloved hands slid up to cup her face, his thumbs gently brushing over her skin. For a moment, Gwen lost herself completely, her mind going blank except for Peter, for this feeling that she had never experienced so purely before. This was real. She was finally kissing the love of her life.

When they pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily, faces flushed, a mix of joy, relief, and something else flickering in their eyes. Peter's gloves left a faint trail of webbing across Gwen's cheeks, but neither of them seemed to notice, lost in the moment they had just shared. Peter's gaze softened as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made Gwen's heart swell even more.

"Peter," she whispered, her voice full of raw emotion, "I love you. I've been in love with you for years. I want us to be together. I want this-us-more than anything."

Peter's breath hitched in his chest as he stared at her, his heart racing even faster than it had been before. A smile spread across his face, soft and full of love, as if everything she had just said had been what he'd been waiting for, what he had been hoping for. "I love you too, Gweny," he said, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes never leaving hers. "For so long. I love... I love our upside-down kisses. I love... I love you so much."

Tears pricked at the corners of Gwen's eyes, but she blinked them away, not wanting to spoil the moment. Peter's confession, his words-they meant the world to her. They had been through so much, and in that instant, it felt like all the pain, all the uncertainty, had been worth it.

She couldn't hold back any longer. "Did you get him? Mysterio?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but still laced with concern.

Peter nodded, his face turning more serious. "He's gone," he said softly. His voice dropped, a hint of sadness creeping in as he thought about the illusionist who had once been a hero to him.

Gwen frowned, stepping closer to him. She reached out, her hand gently brushing against his arm. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I knew you wanted him to be another Tony Stark to you."

Peter sniffled, and for a brief moment, Gwen could see the sadness in his eyes. She knew that Mysterio had once been a mentor to Peter, someone he had looked up to. But it wasn't just the loss of Mysterio-it was the loss of something he had hoped for, something that had been shattered.

"It's okay," Peter said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he met her gaze. "I have you. And that's all that matters."

Gwen smiled back, her heart swelling with the weight of his words. "And I have you," she whispered, her voice full of conviction. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world could have been falling apart around them, and she would have still been there, by his side, because they had each other.

She didn't know what the future held, or what battles they would face, but for the first time in so long, Gwen felt like everything was going to be okay. They had made it through this, and they would make it through anything-together.





Gwen and Peter walked hand in hand through the crowded New Jersey airport, the sound of rolling luggage and chattering travelers blending into the background as they shared a quiet moment of peace. Peter kept glancing over at her, his usual playful grin replaced by a faint expression of concern. He tilted his head, breaking the silence between them. "Are you sure no one else has figured it out?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with a hint of worry.

Gwen smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently. "Yeah, it's not like anybody really pays attention to you," she teased, her eyes dancing with mischief as she nudged him with her elbow.

Peter looked at her, his eyes widening in mock offense. "Ouch," he muttered dramatically, placing a hand over his chest as if he'd been stabbed by her words.

Gwen chuckled, her gaze softening. "Except me... and I guess MJ," she said, her tone turning more sincere. "We're just really smart and watched a lot of mystery movies."

Peter couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, I guess I've always been a little too good at hiding in plain sight." He shot her a small, knowing smile as they continued walking.

As they neared the arrivals area, the crowd parted to make way for two familiar faces running toward them-Melina and Max. Melina, as energetic as ever, squealed Gwen's name as she bolted toward her. "Gwen! Gwen!" she called out, her voice full of excitement. Max followed closely behind, his steps quick and eager to catch up.

Gwen's heart warmed at the sight of Melina, who jumped into her arms without hesitation, wrapping her arms tightly around Gwen's neck. Gwen let out a soft laugh, squeezing the younger girl back. "Hey, kiddo!" she said, grinning from ear to ear. "You're getting so big!"

"I missed you!" Melina replied, her voice muffled as she clung to Gwen, refusing to let go.

Peter stood off to the side for a moment, letting the two catch up. The air between him and Gwen was thick with unspoken words, but it felt right. After a few moments, he couldn't resist. Clearing his throat, he walked over to Gwen, his voice quieter now, with a trace of affection. "See you later, okay?" he said, his eyes meeting hers, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, so full of tenderness. "I love you," she said without a second thought, her words falling easily from her lips, filled with raw emotion.

Peter's smile grew wider, and he pulled her in for a brief, tender kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "I love you too," he replied, his voice thick with feeling. "So much."

Melina, who had been watching the exchange with an exaggerated look of distaste, suddenly groaned loudly, rolling her eyes in mock horror. "Ew, you have a boyfriend now?" she said, scrunching up her nose and dramatically turning her head away.

Gwen couldn't help but chuckle, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "You know you love us," she teased, ruffling Melina's hair affectionately.

Melina glared playfully at her, but then her attention turned to Peter. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked him up and down, her small stature somehow making her seem even more intimidating. "I'm keeping an eye on you," she said with all the seriousness of a bodyguard, her tiny voice carrying an authority far beyond her years.

Peter raised his hands in mock surrender, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Don't worry, Melina," he said, his grin widening. "I'll be on my best behavior." With that, he shot Gwen a playful wink before turning and walking off toward the direction of his aunt, still a little shaken by the chaos they had just left behind.

Max, who had been quietly observing the interaction, now turned his gaze toward Gwen with a teasing look in his eyes. "So, you and Peter? Finally together?" he asked, his voice playful but also carrying a note of curiosity, as if he'd been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Gwen glanced at him, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Yeah, we have a lot to catch up on, Max," she said, her tone light but filled with the promise of all the moments yet to come. It wasn't just about what they'd been through; it was about the future-the one that was finally within their reach.

Before Max could say anything more, Gwen and Max's mom, Linda, appeared from behind, walking toward them with a warm smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled with relief when she saw Gwen standing there, safe and sound. "Hey, honey," Linda said as she wrapped her arms around Gwen in a tight, loving hug. "It's so good to see you again."

Melina's dad, Enzo, was right behind her, ruffling Melina's hair with a playful grin. "It's like you've been gone for months!" he teased, chuckling as he gave Gwen an affectionate hug as well. "How's everything going? You two catch up yet?"

Gwen smiled, her heart full of warmth as she pulled away from her mom's embrace. "A lot has happened," she said, her voice laced with emotion. "But it's good to be home." The weight of the past few weeks, the fear and the loss, had all melted away in this moment, and she felt like she could breathe again.

The group stood together for a moment, surrounded by the noise of the airport, but all Gwen could hear was the quiet, contented hum of homecoming. With Peter off finding his aunt and her family gathering around her, she felt a deep sense of peace wash over her. The city, the chaos-it was all behind them now, and they were finally moving forward.

Peter had made it clear-he was there for her, no matter what. And as she stood there with her family, she realized that she wasn't alone anymore. The future, despite all its uncertainties, felt full of hope. And with Peter by her side, she was ready for whatever came next.















































ASH SPEAKS!

they're finally together!!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY!!

now onto no way home... which will be the saddest act to write :(

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