Peter Parker | Gwen Stacy
She could understand that. Ever since she'd arrived in Starklandia there'd been some version of Peter Parker and so it was impossible -- utterly impossible -- to not be reminded of her Peter everyday. She'd been coping with it a lot longer than him but she still remembered how fresh it was, still remembered the pain. She still felt it now, even if it'd dulled a bit. But she wasn't equipped to deal with that. Not her own pain, anyway. But if she could help him at all, even with just the whole breathing in and out and maybe less vomit thing then she'd do it. Always, anything for Peter Parker.
"A little like you, at least the spider bite part," she said. Gwen looked down at her hand and turned it over a little as if examining where the bite had been, then looked back at him again.
"No, don't be sorry. It's not stupid," she assured him. "Don't -- Don't ever think your thoughts or feelings are stupid, especially not about this. And you're right, anyway. I wouldn't wish it on anyone else either. Ever. I guess, it's just -- we can't stop that it has happened to people like us. So we just should be there for each other when we can be. That's what makes it less lonely. We've had a little Spider-family here, and now it's really small. Just you, me, and the old guy." She smiled a bit; Alpha Peter was so very special to her too. "So what I'm saying to you is, I know I'm basically a stranger to you right now, but I've got your back, and I don't want to stay a stranger if you'll let me in a bit. I think we -- you, me, and Peter, can understand each other in ways other people can't, no matter how hard they try or want to. You know?"