Okay, this is the result of going to see The Amazing Spiderman twice…last night and then this afternoon haha. My husband and I were seriously considering going back once we got home last night but decided against it ;-) I have decided that this movie is infinitely better than the older series, from the actors to the stories. All around fantastic, and it has been stuck in my head ever since. I hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was the movie would've kept going ;)

((This chapter is a bit filler-ish, tying the movie with the story. Action will be soon I promise ;) ))

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"But those are the best kind…" Peter murmured in response to the teacher's reprimand. Gwen's heart fluttered at his words; the last time they'd spoken, Peter had looked ready to cry and Gwen had felt her heart shattering. For the first time in a week, hope began to peek through the clouds hanging over her head.

That night, the night she'd lost her father as well as her boyfriend, felt like a lifetime ago. She cried every day for her father, but the greatest loneliness came from being without Peter. She was always so aware of his presence…right behind her or beside her…so close, but so far. She needed him to be there for her, and she needed to be there for him. She was the only one who knew why he was late all the time to one class or another. She was the only one who knew what caused the bruises and cuts on his body, or why he still had a minor limp. It had been painful to see how badly he'd been injured that night and know that he hadn't come to her for help like he'd done before. She wasn't sure how he'd been treated or if Aunt May now knew the truth, but she knew that she'd hated how attuned she was now to him.

Until now. Hearing him say he was prepared to break the promise lifted a massive weight from her shoulders. The class took far too long to end, and as soon as the bell rang she was out of her seat and out the door. She could hear Peter immediately behind her, so she ducked into the empty school newspaper office and waited for him to shut the door behind them before turning to face him.

Peter turned her around and backed her up to the door before devouring her lips with his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kisses with equal passion, pouring the pent up energy from the past week into it. They pulled back at the same time and allowed their foreheads to rest against each other's. "Gwen…I…I'm so sorry," he murmured. "I…I didn't give you the…the chance to make the choice for…for yourself and for that I am so sorry." She grinned at him, her heart swelling at the way he stumbled over his words like he did when he was nervous.

"I'm so glad that you understand now. If there is anything that I've learned from losing my dad, it's that I don't care about the danger. I can't be without you. I love you, Peter Parker. Please don't shut me out anymore."

Peter cradled her face in his hands. "I promise, I won't shut you out again. I love you too. And I want you to know…I was there…at the funeral." His voice grew thick with emotion and Gwen had to fight back tears. "Your father gave up everything so that I could save the city. He died to help me…to protect me. I wouldn't be here without him. I couldn't face you after what he asked of me, but I couldn't…not be there." He swallowed hard. "He was a great man. It kills me to think about the fact that he's dead because of me."

Gwen kissed him firmly, gripping his chin to force him to met her gaze. "You are not allowed to blame yourself Peter. My father lived to protect this city, and he understood that you were a big part of that…bigger maybe than the police are sometimes. He would not want you to blame yourself for what happened. Do you understand me?" she demanded. As Peter nodded, tears finally slid down his face. She hated to see him in pain, and her own pain magnified the frustration. She kissed him again, but pulled back when he tensed. She searched his face and saw that his eyes were unfocused and he turned his ear towards the window. She knew that look. "Go…I'll take notes for you. Be careful." That goofy lopsided grin of his make her heart flutter, and he gave her another brief and passionate kiss before running over to the window and slinking out of it silently. Gwen shut the window behind him and sighed heavily. It was going to be a long couple of periods until he returned.

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Gwen was sitting at her computer desk, trying uselessly to focus on her homework. Peter hadn't called her yet and it had been six hours since he'd vanished. She'd decided to not watch the news…if they were showing something involving Spiderman, she wouldn't be able to bear seeing it. Just as she was about to start typing up a random blog that she heard a light tap on her window. Her heart leapt into her throat and she rushed over to let him in. "Oh thank God, are you okay?"

Peter climbed in to her room only slightly favoring his left arm. "I'm fine, just a little banged up," he responded with a wince. She grabbed the first aid kit from her desk and ushered him to the bed. Gwen gently pulled his suit away and cringed at the sight of a jagged cut above his elbow. Peter followed her gaze and made a guilty face. "It's not as bad as it looks, I promise. I heal a little bit faster than normal so it doesn't hurt that much."

Gwen paused in reaching for an alcohol wipe to raise an eyebrow at him. "That's what you're going to go with? Peter, you are a horrible liar. I have seen injuries that don't really bother you, so just shut up and let me patch you up."

Peter couldn't help but grin, despite the fact that his arm stung like hell. That was one of the things he loved most about Gwen; she never took crap from him and knew how to put him in his place. As he watched her clean his wound, though, his smile faded. "I'm sorry, Gwen. After losing your father I have no right to put you through this all over again. Keeping you up waiting, asking you to patch me up. I just…I didn't know where else to turn. I don't think Aunt May could handle seeing me all bruised and bloodied one more time."

Gwen continued to dab the wound methodically, "Peter, first of all you didn't ask, I just did. And second of all, I told you I couldn't keep you out of my life anymore. Aunt May doesn't need to see or know about this every night. I prefer to be the one to take care of you, to be able to know for myself how you are." She sighed and looked up at him, fighting down the butterflies at the way he was watching her, as if he was mesmerized by her. "I have tried to convince myself so many times that it's not worth the stress and won't be worth the pain if something happens to you…but it doesn't matter. I worry about you no matter what. At least now…I can count on you coming to me instead of having to wait til the next time you come to school to know if you're okay."

Peter nodded, grimacing when she began wrapping the cut with gauze. "I've been trying to work up the nerve to tell Aunt May about all of this. I think part of her already knows…after the…the big showdown with Dr. Connors, she didn't ask me what happened. She saw everything on the news, and I think she just knew when she saw me. She doesn't give me a hard time for staying out late if it's something that's on the news anymore…but I just can't voice it."

Gwen smiled affectionately. "It might give her some peace, you know. Tell her the truth, call her on the way over here when you get yourself hurt. Keep her in the loop, you know?" Peter nodded as she finished her work. Before she could pull back, he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.

"Thank you. I'm lost without you." That sexy, charming smile was back and melted her heart. She kissed him again before drawing his suit back up over his arms. She watched him as he leaned back and rotated his arm, testing its functionality. The nod of approval was satisfying, and she packed up her first aid kit. "I have to go home," he murmured guiltily. Gwen nodded and stood. For a moment, she let her gaze soak up the sight of the young man in front of her. The phrase gotta love a man in uniform crossed her mind; never had she seen anything sexier than Peter standing in her room in his suit, his mask off and grinning at her in that way that he does.

Finally she met his gaze, blushing furiously when he raised an eyebrow at her obvious gawking. "Y-yeah…can't keep A-Aunt May waiting all night," she stuttered. Peter nodded, and then used his web shooter to draw her against him. Before she could gain her bearings, he cradled her face in one hand and tugged her flush against his body with the other and was kissing her like he had that first night. Her blood began to hum in her veins, her body becoming sensitive to the way that he was holding her. Peter's fingers burned into her hip, and it took everything in her power not to strip his suit away again. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and his twisted into a smile against hers at the sound.

"God I have missed you so much. Never again…I'm not going to let you go ever again," he breathed between kisses. Gwen lingered for one more moment before pulling back and pushing him towards the window. "I'll see you tomorrow," he promised before vanishing onto her fire escape. Gwen dropped onto her bed, her hand over her racing heart.

"Yep…definitely in trouble."