( that'll be a hell of a story. that in a different universe, he turned into the Lizard, the role his father's research partner filled in his world. as someone who has held the weight of too much responsibility, it'd be hard for Peter to imagine a version of himself so desperate to be special that he'd go to such extreme odds. then again, there's a good chance there are parts of his story Gwen won't quite relate to, either. they're different and all too familiar all at once, offering a reprieve from a guilt that time and distance can never wash away.
a mess. yeah, well maybe. he wants to correct her, that he's not quite the mess he used to be. would that reassure her, though? that it took him a year to pull himself together again, a year for her speech to really reach him. yeah, probably not. he's not proud of it either, looking back. Gwen asked him to be greater than his suffering, and he'd failed her and the rest of New York for longer than anyone should be proud to admit. he mutters a laugh, because for all her differences in some ways she's much the same.
teasing him at just the right moment to make his heart a little less weighted, for example. )
You'd think we're on an episode of Oprah or something. ( and certainly not a good one, where they got a free car. her hand lingers on his cheek and he finally takes the chance to really look at her. for once, his instincts haven't failed him. she looks a lot like the girl he remembers so vividly, except for one thing. he reaches up to tug a strand of surprisingly short hair. ) That's new.
( new, but good. he likes it on her, if the watery smile is any indication. he imagines some of the other differences will be harder to take, but that one is easy. chances are good that it is beyond Peter Parker to think any Gwen Stacy that has ever existed isn't the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. )
what if i told you i only tag half asleep
a mess. yeah, well maybe. he wants to correct her, that he's not quite the mess he used to be. would that reassure her, though? that it took him a year to pull himself together again, a year for her speech to really reach him. yeah, probably not. he's not proud of it either, looking back. Gwen asked him to be greater than his suffering, and he'd failed her and the rest of New York for longer than anyone should be proud to admit. he mutters a laugh, because for all her differences in some ways she's much the same.
teasing him at just the right moment to make his heart a little less weighted, for example. )
You'd think we're on an episode of Oprah or something. ( and certainly not a good one, where they got a free car. her hand lingers on his cheek and he finally takes the chance to really look at her. for once, his instincts haven't failed him. she looks a lot like the girl he remembers so vividly, except for one thing. he reaches up to tug a strand of surprisingly short hair. ) That's new.
( new, but good. he likes it on her, if the watery smile is any indication. he imagines some of the other differences will be harder to take, but that one is easy. chances are good that it is beyond Peter Parker to think any Gwen Stacy that has ever existed isn't the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. )