Who: Peter Parker and OPEN What: Peter's reflecting about Gwen, while trying to grasp everything that's going on. Where: New York City (detailed enough?) When: November 23rd, 2011 Rating/Warnings: Uhm... I 'unno yet. I'm listening to Doctor Who music--does that mean anything? Status: Open | Complete
Everything was different. Everything was wrong. Don't get him wrong, he loved the technology of this place. He'd already familiarized himself with computers, and using the internet had actually become more and more proficient at them. He even did some internet math sites to kind of re-teach himself math, discovering all the new discoveries in the field since he'd vanished and found it fascinating. He'd probably be far more excited about it, if it weren't for the fact that when he was researching everything that happened since 1963, he'd discovered an article that claimed "Gwen Stacy" was presumed dead. It was an old article, and highly minor in all of the clippings in the public library. Still, seeing it bothered him.
Somehow, Peter had thought maybe all the insanity that had happened would have fixed itself. Some of it had. The world did not know who Peter Parker was, but a lot more people did than before. He didn't like it either; more now than ever he wished he was unheard of. Gwen died because of his dream to be famous, she was dead because of who he was. What he was. And she was actually dead, nothing had been fixed. Nothing was a dream. Aunt May didn't know he was Spider-Man, so most of what he remembered happening didn't seem to have truly happened, but Gwen's death had.
Why? Why was that the only thing that remained the same? Because he was cursed, so long as he wore that costume, he was cursed. He currently stood on a rooftop, while the brisk November air chilled him to the bone. The world around him was rather quiet, despite the large amount of cars beneath him; he seemed to really be drowning it out. That red and blue costume seemed to cling securely to him, but yet it didn't seem to keep him warm. His thoughts made him feel colder and he closed his eyes as he held the picture of Gwen in hand that he'd brought up there with him.
He swallowed and found himself wishing she was there beside him right then. He hated feeling like this, and realized that in 2011 she was dead almost 38 years ago. Yet, to him, it was still only weeks ago. He knew that by now he should be moved on, but how could he? The world felt so wrong, and he couldn't fathom the reality of it anymore. He sighed and pulled that picture up to look down into its eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."