Disclaimer – As much as I would like to own Spiderman and all its characters (and Andrew Garfield's ass) I do not.

UGHH this couple just hit me with feels throughout the movie and one of the cutest couples ever. I mean hello, 'CHOCOLATE HOUSE?' just ugh…

This tackles the scenes at the end of the movie and also afterwards. Might make this longer or keep it as just a one shot. Feedback will be really appreciated. :)

She didn't feel like getting up that morning. She lay there for a few minutes before eventually sitting up and looking around her room. This had been her usual routine for the past few weeks. Ever since the funeral and since Peter told her he couldn't be with her anymore.

She was angry with Peter. Angry with him for not coming to the funeral, because she had needed his support like she had supported him when his Uncle Ben had died. She had wanted to see him there more than any other person present at the funeral, and there were a lot of people at the funeral – none of them mattered though. She was angry with him for agreeing with her Father.

She was angrier with her Father for making that stupid promise in the first place. That's when she knew she was being illogical and non-sensical, because of course he was only saying it to protect her and keep her safe.

She was angry with herself as well. Angry because she was so consumed by Peter ending her relationship and by her Father's death that she was so often conflicted by the two different issues.

She tried to make herself as presentable as she could by tying her hair in a perfect ponytail and pulling on her knee-high socks. She glanced at herself in the mirror and was satisfied by the fact she looked… normal.

"Gwen?" She turned at the sound of her Mother's soft voice and saw her standing in the doorway looking paler than usual. She put on a brave smile, which was actually Gwen's inspiration for everyday at school since the passing of her Father.

"Yeah?" Gwen mumbled in reply, as she tried to tie a red ribbon in her blonde hair.

"Maybe you should go out after school today… Try to hang out with a friend?" Gwen sighed. Her mother was worried about her, because all Gwen did nowadays was go to school, come back home, study and then sleep. She simply shook her head and went back to packing her bag.

"What about Peter?" She froze for a second. She didn't have to turn around to know her mother was giving her a knowing look. She snorted to cover up her real feelings.

"Peter? There is… was absolutely nothing going on between us." She stopped herself before she started rambling on and made her point less convincing, but her mother saw through he anyway. She departed the room with a small, satisfied smile.

When she got into school she internally groaned as she saw Peter standing by his own locker. She ignored his presence or at least pretended like she was ignoring him. She opened her own locker and aimlessly searched around the insides. Even though she was still angry with him, she was trying really hard to make it easier for him. She knew deep down that he still cared for her and he was only doing what he promised her Father he would do. So she didn't try to talk to him and didn't even look at him. She desperately wanted to look at him, because it would definitely make her feel at peace again…

She remembered the last time she spoke to him. She had shown him all her sadness and frustration that she held towards him not going to the funeral. He had stared back blankly with no explanation. She had not been sure what she wanted from this conversation until that moment – she had wanted him to admit that he had been there. He was watching, she had sensed it. Or maybe it was just her imagination.

Then he said it – it was over between them. It was too much for him obviously. Maybe she should have been more understanding, but she had needed him and he was simply pushing her away. And she let him. She made sure he knew that she knew the real reason why he was doing this before walking away.

He was looking at her now as she silently passed by his locker. He just stood there and how could this possibly make it any easier for easier of them if he kept looking at her. She wanted to shout at him that this was getting ridiculous.

He was late for the class and he chose the seat directly behind her, which just confused her. She kept her head forward as the teacher said he shouldn't make promises he can't keep. He mumbled back, "But those are the best kind…"

In that moment she wasn't angry anymore, it all just seemed to melt away. She smiled and resisted the overwhelming urge to turn around. She held onto the hope he had just given her and she would not let go.