HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know I promised one before New Year's but I was busy trying to do my homework before school started, trying to finish a book, blogging and making covers.

BY THE WAY, please check this out if you can! I recently watched Pitch Perfect, and my friend wanted me to do a cover so I decided on Cups by Anna Kendrick. Just remove the spaces:

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So here's the last chapter! Enjoy!

8 months later

Peter walked into Stark Tower, holding a wrapped box in his hands. The receptionist, Anna, smiled at him as he walked by, wishing him a good morning. He made his way to the elevator, which immediately started moving.

"Good afternoon, Mr Parker. Everyone is already upstairs," the cool voice of JARVIS greeted him. Peter grinned, still somewhat amazed by Tony's tech.

"Hey, JARVIS, that's great," Peter nodded, leaning back against the wall.

As he waited in the elevator, he couldn't help but grin at everything that had happened since the Red Skull.

Tony had offered him a place in the Avengers, as well as a position as an intern at Stark Industries for the clean energy project. He had gotten along well with the rest of them, particularly Clint (he was such a cool guy), and Tony had made him a new suit that was still more spandex, but less chance of grave injuries. Gwen and him had entered an exclusive relationship that everyone knew about, and that everyone (Steve grudgingly) approved. Gwen had even joined Peter as his "partner in crime" - much to Tony's delight. Whenever New York was threatened by anything, she would suit up with him and follow him to save the day. People had even started calling her "Mrs Spidey". Everyone was alive and well and they all lived happily ever after.

He was still grinning when he exited the elevator, seeing the penthouse decorated. He shrugged his jacket off, looking around. Streamers were hanging around, music was blaring from Tony's amazing-ass speakers and a large banner was taped to the wall, saying "Happy Birthday Gwen!" Peter set the present on the common coffee table and looked around for everyone. "Hello?" he called, and Bruce stuck his head out from the door that led to the balcony, wearing a party hat.

"Oh, hey there Pete," he greeted, sounding relieved. "It's just Peter!" he called behind him, and everyone else emerged from behind the balcony doors, wearing different party hats. Clint had a whistle in his mouth. They all greeted him affectionally, smiling and welcoming him in.

"Where's Gwen?" asked Steve, having grudgingly accepted her and Peter's relationship. He shook Peter's hand in greeting as always, and treated him normally, save when Peter was close to Gwen (he usually assumed a cold look before Peter grudgingly stepped away from her).

Peter checked his watch, shrugging. "Probably buying herself some ice-cream," he said, knowing that Gwen was still looking for a proper guitar pick. She had recently learned how to play and was really picky about her guitar picks, but Peter knew that she would, after around half-an-hour of walking around unsuccessfully, buy herself some ice-cream and go home.

Natasha laughed, nodding. "You're probably right," she agreed. Peter had been most surprised about her accepting him into their little family; Tony had described Natasha as quite scary and hard to impress. But she had invited Peter into their household with (more or less) open arms, and accepted Peter and Gwen's relationship better than Steve had. She pulled Peter into a short hug and reached up to ruffle his hair, just like everyone else did, whilst smiling at him. "Glad to see you could come, Peter."

Peter raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "I didn't really have a choice, now do I?" he joked. "If I missed this, Gwen would kill me, and Tony would kill me too. Oh, and you'd kill me as well."

Natasha shrugged as if to say "fair enough" and walked to the small makeshift kitchen to check on Gwen's cake.

"Peter!" Tony grinned, entering from the pantry holding a bottle of champagne. He made his way to the younger man, ruffling his hair affectionately. "How's my favourite Avenger?"

Bruce frowned. "I thought I was your favourite Avenger!" he protested.

"Nah, you're my science bro," Tony dismissed, his arm slung around Peter's neck (Peter had to bend down and was crouching uncomfortably). He walked to the cake on the island counter, dragging Peter along with him. "Cake!" he grinned and made a move to grab one, but Natasha slapped him.

"My daughter is turning eighteen," Natasha snarled, "I will shove Steve's shield so far up your ass if you so much as touch this cake."

Clint snorted and Steve sighed; he was used to his wife's threats.

Gwen was turning eighteen, yes, and Tony had decided to throw a huge party next Saturday (because this Saturday she and Peter were going to take a road trip and enjoy their freedom - Peter had turned eighteen a few months ago), but for now, they had settled on a small get-together. May, Peter's old Aunt, was invited as well, but she politely declined, saying she was too tired to come. Peter had wanted to invite his neighbour and Gwen's close friend MJ, but she didn't know about the Avengers and the less people knew, the better.

"Miss Rogers is on her way up," JARVIS informed them, and Bruce's eyes widened.

"Clint - lights!" he hissed, and Clint picked up the nearest lean object (a pencil) and threw it towards the light switch, which switched off immediately.

"You guys know that JARVIS is here for something, right?" Tony grumbled, but hid behind the sofa anyway. Everyone else ducked behind different hiding spots, some even twisting into weird positions to hide their bodies. Peter looked around, panicked. Every hiding spot that wasn't see through was taken, and he had nowhere to hide. Thinking quickly, he shot a web to the ceiling and plastered himself to it, breathing heavily.

Soon after, the elevator doors opened, and Gwen stepped out. "- that's great, JARVIS, and also tell Tony to - where is everyone?" She looked around, confused. "Why is it so dark?"

There was a moment of silence before everyone jumped up and the lights switched on. "SURPRISE!" everyone save for Tony shouted (he had yelled for JARVIS to switch on the lights). Clint and Bruce pulled on some party poppers, and streamers exploded from the tiny devices, covering Gwen from head to toe with colourful bits of paper.

Peter laughed as Gwen met his gaze, realising that he had set this all up for her, and a huge grin split across her face. She ran to him and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear, before Clint grabbed her waist and pulled her off him, protesting that he hadn't gotten a hug for himself.

The day went by smoothly, to the pleasure of Natasha. Gwen had been delighted to see the presents they had gotten for her, and thanked each and every one of them. Then, they all gathered around the dining table for dinner, which Pepper had joined them for. They then settled down in front of the HD flat screen TV to watch Gwen's new obsession - Doctor Who. Peter sat in a lone armchair behind the rest of them, smiling contently. He loved the feeling of having a family again - he hadn't had one for a long time.

They were halfway through Flesh and Stone and were at the part when Amy was assaulting the Doctor, when Gwen rose from her beanbag in front of the TV and plopped down on Peter's lap (everyone, including Steve, had dozed off). "Thanks for today," she murmured, her blue eyes bright. "I really loved it."

"No problem, Gwennie," Peter grinned, pecking her nose. "It is your birthday after all."

Gwen snorted at his creative nickname. "You're such a dork," she laughed, swinging her leg over his hips and straddling him.

"You love me for it," he teased, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

"I guess that's true," she mock-sighed, gazing down at him lovingly. He smiled softly before capturing her lips with his softly.

"Ugh," came a sound from in front of them, and they broke apart to see Clint glaring at them. "Stop," he whined.

Gwen laughed and swung her legs together so that they were in a less compromising position. She curled up in a fetal position against Peter, snuggling against his chest. It was moments like this when Peter completely cherished his life, and thanked God that he had met her.

Peter harrumphed for the hundredth time. "This is so annoying!" he whined.

He and Gwen were stuck in his car. They were supposed to be inside their motel for the night, but instead, they were stuck in the typical Orlando traffic.

"We're supposed to be up early for Universal Studios tomorrow!" he complained. "It's nine o'clock! We've been driving for four hours!"

Gwen sighed, silently staring out the window. She had learnt the hard way not to talk to Peter when he was annoyed at traffic. However, she perked up when she saw the sign of their motel. "Pete?" she called, turning to him from her passenger seat.

"What?" he grumbled, pouting.

Wordlessly, she pointed to the sign of the motel, and Peter immediately brightened. "Yay!" he grinned childishly, and cleverly cut into an alleyway that would take less time for them to get there. Soon enough, they drove into the driveway of the motel and parked the car.

The two of them got out of the car, sighing and stretching their limbs. They had gone from New York to Orlando without stopping, and were quite sore. Peter opened the boot and grabbed both of their bags, waving off Gwen's protests that she could carry her own bags.

"You're the birthday girl," he reminded her, "and tonight's your special night."

She scoffed. "There's not going to be much of a night," she reminded him, grabbing the keys from him and locking the car. "We need to get up early tomorrow, after all."

She walked first to check in, and Peter let himself have a moment. He had continuously shot down any idea of them doing anything tonight - and by anything, he meant stuff that her parents would scream at him for. He told her time and time again that they had to get up early to go to Universal, that it was straight to bed for the both of them until she sighed in frustration and accepted that nothing would be happening tonight.

He reached into his pocket to check if he still had the packets, and felt them safely zipped up. Of course, Peter hadn't had much of a chance to... do stuff, seeing that he wasn't that popular and didn't have that many friends, much less girlfriends. He had never done it before, and he was really nervous about it. He had asked Gwen if she had, and was relieved that she hadn't either. But there was never really a good time, with her overprotective parents and all - until tonight. The thought sent shivers running through him.

He would make it perfect for her first time. It had to be, he thought to himself, determined. I love her and she loves me, he reminded himself, man up, Pete. You've already talked to her about this, you both want each other. Man. Up.

He took a determined breath and walked into the building, collecting himself. Gwen was waiting by the elevators for him, and straightened up when she saw him. "Where have you been?" she questioned, pressing the button to call the elevator.

"I dropped the bags," he said apologetically, and she gave him a weird look. The elevator dinged and they both stepped in, Gwen pressing the floor they needed to get to.

Soon enough, they both found themselves in their small room. Gwen sighed and shrugged off her jacket, plopping down on the big double bed - they had spent so many nights just sleeping next to each other that it wasn't awkward at all. But this time Peter couldn't help but feel extremely awkward as he shrugged off his own jacket and put down the bags. He felt a flush creep up his neck as he saw Gwen lying there, splayed across the bed, and thought, by the end of tonight she'll look like that - except without clothes. He blushed a deeper red as the thought of Gwen naked crossed his mind, and wondered if he would be like this the whole night.

Gwen rolled over to make space for him and patted the space next to her. "Come on," she smiled, "sleep."

Peter didn't know how to do this. He wanted this very, very much, and had imagined the night in so many different ways - but he didn't know how to initiate what would - hopefully - happen between them. "Umm..." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Gwen frowned. "What's wrong?" she questioned, sitting up.

"Nothing I just... I just really love you," he shrugged helplessly, giving her a tentative smile.

She smiled in response and crawled to the edge of the bed, getting up on her knees and pulling him by the shirt so that he stood directly in front of her. "I love you too, stupid," she laughed, pressing her lips to his.

There! Peter inwardly cheered, knowing it would be easy to let her know what he wanted for them after that. He rested his hands on either side of her waist, and leaned against her, pushing her against the bed.

"Peter!" she giggled, but he silenced her by kissing her again, this time more urgently than before. Gwen noted the sudden change in his demeanor - how his hands were travelling up her body and how his lips crashed against hers with so much need. He pressed against her slightly, making her moan.

"Peter," she gasped, but she was silenced by the look in his eyes. His eyes were heavily lidded and his pupils were dilated, and she could hardly see the brown colour of his eyes. And suddenly she knew what he wanted - what he had been trying to deflect for the whole day. He wanted this for them after all.

So instead, she kissed him again, this time running her hands up his shirt and feeling the smooth planes of his chest. He groaned in her mouth and jerked his hips against hers, making her break their kiss to gasp loudly. He stared down at her intensely, and her breath hitched at the look in his eyes. He was looking at her like she was the only girl that he loved, needed, cherished in his life. He looked at her like she was his survival and his light, and like she was the sexiest woman in existence. She felt a hot surge of pleasure in the lower part of her body at the sight in his eyes.

"Before this goes any further," Peter hesitated, "I just really want to do something first." Without another word he got off the bed and reached into his jeans pocket, looking nervously at her. "I know this is a little early and all, but I just -" he rambled, taking out a red, velvet box. She sat up to be able to look at him.

Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the box. "Is that... what I think it is?" she whispered, a smile breaking across her face as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Umm," Peter said unsurely, looking at the box in his hands. "Yes?" he asked.

Gwen stared at him for a while before he said an "oh!" and got down on one knee, flipping open the box. "Gwendolyn Rogers?" he asked softly, kneeling in front of her. "I love you and promise to love you for as long as I live. You're my best friend, my soulmate and my one true love. You've introduced me to a family again and made me love and be loved. Gwennie," he whispered, grinning up at her, "will you be my Mrs Spider?"

Gwen was blown away. She had thought about marriage, yes, but didn't expect Peter to pop the question so early on. Nonetheless, she did love him, and he made her feel whole. He was the only boy who had ever made her feel properly loved, and she just couldn't express her feelings towards him. She laughed at the sight of him anxiously waiting for her answer, and immediately felt bad when he frowned.

"Okay," he muttered dejectedly, looking down. "Sorry, I know it's early and all that -"

"Shut up," she whispered, getting up and kneeling in front of him and kissing him softly. "I love you too. You're my world and you have my heart. I don't know what my life would be without you and yes, I would love to be your official Mrs Spidey," she responded, smiling at him.

Peter's face immediately broke into a huge smile that took her breath away. He practically glowed as he grabbed her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger, kissing it as he did so. "A perfect fit," he beamed, kissing her again.

"Yeah, we really are a perfect fit," she agreed, and he shut her up by picking her up, throwing her down on the bed and pressing his mouth against hers.

And for that night, she completely let herself love and be loved by Peter Parker, knowing that he would love her for the rest of her life, and that they would always have each other. And when they were finished and he was lying against her chest, snoring softly, she let herself bathe in the fact that he would always be hers, forever.

Basically that means they had sex, woohoo!

Wow, so that's it! The end! Yes, it was quite crappy but I just can't write smut. I get all flustered and embarrassed and I just can't.

Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me until the very end - especially my faithful reviewers. You guys kept me going and made me want to finish this off, even though with the last few chapters I had been ready to stop with this story. Your reviews, story alerts, favourites and subscriptions kept me going - so thank you for that. I hope you've enjoyed this story as much as I have!

Thank you for reading this, once again, and cue the applause because this is my first successfully finished fanfic! Yay!

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