Re: AMNH: Gwen & Pete
Even before they'd kissed that night on the balcony, there was something about her that drew him in. But after, well, Peter knew he was in deep. He fell hard, and he fell fast. Everything between then and now, all those memories, was still present, still with him. Like photographs on walls and in boxes, they hadn't faded. He remembered. The one unquestionably good thing about showing up in this door world was Gwen Stacy being alive; he never thought he'd get a second chance, not even in the deepest, most hopeful parts of his mind, where he wished for things he couldn't have.
And, okay, he'd messed up. Fooling around with MJ, bailing on Silent Hill, they were mistakes. Plain and simple. But be and MJ had come to an understanding--she knew who he wanted--and he was super determined to not mess up again. Peter couldn't afford to. Because yeah, he'd rather be her friend than nothing at all, but honestly? Full-on truth, no holds barred, he wanted more than friendship; he remembered what it felt like to watch her from afar and it hadn't been fun. He wasn't stupid, he had an idea that she and Flash still thought that he and the redhead were destined to be but he wasn't on board with the fate thing. He'd make his own, thanks.
He was so caught up in kissing her that it took him a second to realize she'd pulled back, a thoughtless sound of protest escaping as he blinked at her. Right. Okay. Why'd she stop? "Yeah," he breathed, an equally smooth response to her stating the obvious. He swallowed hard and smiled, a fond thing that grew with the familiarity of memories that came creeping back. "How'd you like it?"