Peter Parker (webs_of_fate) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-11-12 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | {narrative}, †peter parker; spider-man, ♠sl: house of w |
With Great Power
Who: Peter Parker aka Spider-Man
Where: George Washington Bridge
When: November
What: Where Spider-Man ends and Peter's world with it.
Rating: High for violence and death
Status: In Progress | Narrative
Just under a week ago...
Peter rushed towards Gwen as he swept her off of her feet and spun her around in his arms, laughing as he kissed her with the passion only two separated by a sea could know. The hands on his shoulders, so small yet so strong gripped tight and he smiled as he set her back down on her feet and brushed his hand through her hair. The golden locks seemed to play like a meadow over the coarse fingers of his, and the bright light in her eyes only seemed to quell all the fears in the world for Peter Parker.
Gwen Stacy was the woman of his dreams, the angel to save him from himself, from his own terrible hardships. She was the only person capable of keeping Peter grounded and from breaking apart. He smiled into her eyes and winked to her, "Took your sweet time getting here slow-poke."
Gwen's laughter was subtle as she shook her head, "You're one to talk, Mr 'Fifteen Minutes Late Because I'm Saving the City" and I can't really control Air France Peter. As much as I'd like too, unless you've grown that power somewhere."
He shrugged his shoulders, "Come on. Uncle Ben and Aunt May want to see you, and the sooner to see them the sooner I get you all to myself..."
"So selfish," she offered with a smile and her own kiss back against his own lips.
"What can I say? I love you, Gwen Stacy," he winked as he kissed her back.
"I love you too, Peter Parker."
3 Days ago...
Peter chuckled as he leaned against the golden torch of Lady Liberty, staring at the beautiful woman that was sitting back on the railing that overlooked New York's Harbor. The stars were at their brightest here, and the moon seemed to set the mood with the cool breeze that billowed up from the sea below. The overly large torch behind him had his blanket and their dinner lit up. A plate of half eaten pasta, and a few empty plates below them. He felt amazing, how could he not?
Here, in the glow of the Light of Liberty, in the greatest city on earth, he was in the presence of the most beautiful woman in the world, and the person he loved more than anything. She was reading a Bugle in which it read 'Spider-Man Saves City: Thank you Parker'. He shook his head, "You shouldn't be reading while sitting on there, you could lose your balance."
"You're impossible Peter. I have absolutely nothing to worry about. You're my Spider-Man, you'll always be there to catch me," she smiled, and winked before hopping off the railing. She rolled up the paper and tossed it down onto the picnic they'd had, and moved to settle up against him, turning her head up to rest into his shoulder as she looked up at him.
Peter looked down at her and kissed her softly, his hands gripping into her waist tightly, as if to emphasize the very point she'd been making. He'd always be there to catch her. He then slowly turned her around to face him, and he stared back into her eyes, "You're right. I will always catch you, and I want to make sure Gwen that I'm always there."
He read her eyes, before continuing, "You, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, you're the most important people in my life. You've always inspired me to be the best that I could be. And the thing is they... they have to be those people, but you. You could have run from Spider-Man at any time you wanted too. You could have given up on this relationship with all of the mistakes I've made but you're far stronger than any pitiful man with a spider bite."
He brushed his hand through her hair, "You piece together the puzzle that is my life, you give me direction, and beyond even that you're the most brilliant woman in the world. Your voice brightens my cloudiest days, your eyes are stars that burn with an intelligence I could never hope to have. You make me laugh every day I see you, and you have a beauty that the gods would envy. And your heart, your heart is the brightest part of you. It is your heart that would turn even the darkest of men into cowards. A girl like you is impossible to find."
He swallowed and fell to his knee slowly as he pulled a ring box up from his pocket, lifting it towards her, opening it to a brilliant diamond ring, "I want to always be the one to catch you Gwen. Marry me."
The blonde stood obstructed by shock before the real sense of what was being said and spoken hit her, and soon the tears brimmed her eyes. They didn't fall, instead they just glistened enough to brighten the already impossibly beautiful complexion. She slapped his shoulder, "Get up it's cold."
As he stood she threw her arms around him, "Of course Peter! Yes I'll marry you." Her laughter and tears were stalled as she kissed him in celebration, as if sealing this moment in time.
Peter pulled from the kiss and laughed, tears in his own eyes as he smiled back at her, "I love you, Gwen Stacy."
Gwen winked back up at him, wiping tears out of her eyes and his own, "I love you too, Peter Parker."
Present Day
It is said that on the Anniversary of D-Day, it always rains in Normandy; that the skies weep over the death that happened there. It is said that when ever a red sun rises, blood is spilled. It is also said that when the heart is broken, the rain feels the coldest, the sun seems the reddest, and the world ceases to spin on its axis. Every dream has an end, and this dream ended in a nightmare.
An hour earlier
Peter shook his head as his Uncle bellowed out laughter, at something Captain Stacy was saying. It was an engagement dinner for the parents, something to be had before Gwen and Peter even told their friends. He'd wanted their parents to know first, and now they all wanted dinner. It was fine of course, and Peter was having a great time at the meal before them. His hand rested in Gwen's and Peter's life seemed only too perfect at that exact moment. Perhaps that was the reason why Peter never sensed it when it happened.
The explosion ripped through the front of the dining room and sent Peter's Uncle and Captain Stacy flying. The table threw itself forward and it slammed hard into Peter, sending him sailing back into the wall behind him. He grimaced at the pain, and found himself disoriented. He wasn't entirely aware of what was going on, until he threw the table finally from him. He watched in horror as the Green Goblin flew through the hole in the wall, the shadow of the night black behind the scaly figure. Peter snarled, "Osborne!"
"Parker," offered Norman, who grabbed another pumpkin bomb and threw it into the kitchen behind Peter. Parker had to leap to the side and listened as it erupted. It threw his hand into another haze and he shook his head. His spidey sense wasn't working. It had started a day ago, his powers had begun to fade. He pushed to his feet, watching as his Aunt made her way to the door. He threw himself at her as the Goblin turned on her, and tackled her out of the way. Norman's bomb whizzed past him, and as Peter turned to face them again he could see that there was a large piece of wood shoved through his Uncle's sternum--and he wasn't moving. Then there was that dreaded scream.
Peter turned, watching as Norman hauled up Gwen onto his glider, "Put her down Norman!"
"In do time Parker, but first it's time for a game. Goblin-o-Spider-o, Come and get her... hero."
The Goblin took off and Peter was already moving towards his Uncle. He swallowed and checked his pulse, Ben was dead. He grit his teeth and looked to Captain Stacy, "Get an ambulance."
"Gwen, Peter..."
"I know sir, I'm going to get her back," Peter ripped open his shirt as he moved out of the house, tugging his mask down over his face. As he flew through the air, he was already in his red and blues, and sailing after Norman Osborne. He could feel his powers fading, why was this happening?! Why was it happening now?! Each swing tore at his muscles, and it was harder and harder to pull any quick maneuvers.
This man killed his Uncle, and now this man would pay. Peter flew through the air, chasing after the gliding Goblin, following him all the way to the George Washington Bridge. There, Peter swung himself under the rafters and then back up to land on one of the large pillars, staring at the Goblin who'd landed as well. Gwen laying at his feet, fear in her eyes. He looked to her then back to Norman. No more jokes.
Peter leaped at the Goblin and went upside down to handspring into his nemesis, only to have his hands his slip and his feet to collide into Norman's ribs. It was weak though, and Norman easily grabbed Peter by the ankles to fling him around and slam him into the grating below him.
As Peter rolled he winced and already felt broken bones, but stood to his feet again in anger and threw himself at the man and planted a fierce punch to the older man's face. He was able to drive him back, but he felt his bones crack in his hand and Peter howled in pain. What was going on?! He had to get out of here. Now.
He ducked a punch and leaped to grab Gwen up, "Come on."
He moved with her towards the ledge, ready to leap off, when he watched as a pumpkin bomb rolled in front of him. He turned his back towards the bomb, covering up Gwen just as the explosion erupted. His back singed and he felt the costume tear apart as he and Gwen were thrown ahead. Peter nearly blacked out and hit the ground, blood spilling from his mouth. His ears were ringing, and his head pounded. He looked up slowly, pushing to his knees to watch as Norman approached him. The world was spinning, and Peter knew this was how he was going to die. He watched Norman's hand lift and grit his teeth, when Gwen leaped in and pushed Norman out of the way.
"Gwen!" He frowned as he watched them fight, and then suddenly Norman grabbed the girl and threw her away from him. And to Peter's horror she slipped and fell over the edge, "NO!"
Peter was on his feet running as fast as he could, throwing Norman out of the way as he ran towards the opposing edge. All he could hear was Gwen in his ears.
"You're my Spider-Man... you'll always be there to catch me."
He fell to his knees sliding and coming to the ledge. He moved over it and fired his webbing without thought. That line fired down at intense speeds towards her feet. She was falling so fast, he had to catch her. He had to. He just had to. And then his webbing caught her ankle and he felt the sudden tug. He let out a breath, and quickly pulled her back towards him as fast as he could, hauling her up onto the ledge with him. "Gwen, thank god. Gwen."
Then he noticed she wasn't moving, "Gwen? Gwen?!"
She wasn't breathing, and as he felt her neck he realized that her neck was broken. She was dead. It must have snapped when ... oh god no, no. The only woman he could have ever loved and she was dead. She was dead because of him. He hugged her to him and felt his tears filling his eyes. His powers were gone, and that meant nothing to him. Gwen was gone too, and that was all that mattered. He choked back the tears as he hugged her, until he heard that cackle.
Osborne.
He turned his eyes towards the man, and Peter slowly set Gwen down. A fire-filled rage filled Peter's heart that next moment, and he pushed to his feet with a glare. He ripped the mask from his face. The anger that filled him, he wasn't sure if it was that that gave him strength or if his powers had a brief moment of relapse, but he felt all of his strength fill him in that moment. He leaped at the man.
No more jokes.
He slammed into him and dodged the punches with ease, finally catching one and throwing it above his head. He slammed his hand into the elbow, snapping it in half before bringing the man forward with a tug, his knee slamming into his gut. He then webbed his face and leaped backwards, tugging downwards to slam Norman's face into the grating below. He leaped again, and this time slammed his feet hard into the Goblin's back, sticking his feet there, he continued forward rolling onto his hands and bringing Norman around to slam him into the ground again. Another back flip and Peter leaped at the Goblin only to wail on him. Punch after punch broke armor, skin, and Norman begged for mercy. It fell on deaf ears though as Peter beat the life out of Norman.
The only thing saving him, was as he hit him the last time, Norman went over the edge and his glider flew after him. Peter watched the man sail off, broken but not beaten. The rage burned and Peter swore he'd kill Norman Osborne if it was the last thing he ever did. Yet, as Peter fumed he turned and the limp body of his fiance took him out of that moment. He broke, again, and that last bastion of power broke with him. He fell to his knees beside her and he hauled her into his arms as the realization came to him: she was dead, and she wasn't coming back.
He clung to her as the skies opened up and the rain began to pelt down against the cold metal surface surrounding him. And all Peter could do was cry as he held her.
Present
It is said that on the Anniversary of D-Day, it always rains in Normandy; that the skies weep over the death that happened there. It is said that when ever a red sun rises, blood is spilled. It is also said that when the heart is broken, the rain feels the coldest, the sun seems the reddest, and the world ceases to spin on its axis. Every dream has an end, and this dream ended in a nightmare.
Peter clung to the most beautiful woman in the world, the only person capable of keeping him sane and in the instant that he lost her he'd lost everything. The blood that touched him meant nothing to him, the powers he'd lost meant nothing to him. All he knew was that he'd lost everything in that moment. That his world had come crashing down against him. The rain was the coldest it'd ever be, and there was no doubt that the sun would rise red tomorrow if it ever rose again. The world had stopped, his world had collapsed.
Peter's choked tears broke his heart as he held her, and he finally looked down at her and held her head against his and he whispered, praying she'd say it back. It never came.
"I love you, Gwen Stacy..."