Peter Parker | Gwen Stacy
Peter had huddled down under his blankets, wondering if he was actually dying. It had to be what death felt like, right? If it wasn't - what the hell was left? But, of course, it wasn't....it was something new. Fire burning, changing him in ways he couldn't possibly imagine - Bella really wasn't exaggerating in Breaking Dawn, was she? (Yeah, he read it. May liked to be on top of the bestseller's list, it was their thing.)
Yeah. Peter didn't really recommend it to anyone. It's a weird experience to share - but Gwen is right: no one's going to understand that more than those who went through it.
Peter can imagine the type of disaster that awaits any spider...person. What he left behind...he hasn't yet wondered whether or not he even wants to go back, even if he could, because he just...can't deal with it yet. Might not be able to deal with it ever, actually. "Yeah I think - uh, the name sounds familiar? I think there's a girl in my class. Was it, I guess - like the same spider, every time? Just with...different circumstances?"
"Stark Bucks?" Peter couldn't help but laugh - jeez, of course Tony would do that, is he even all that surprised? It almost sounds kind of sad, though. No Avengers? No Iron Man? Especially after the battle Peter had just witnessed; he thought they probably needed every hero they could get, and then some. "Oh jeez, which one?"
Were all spider-people hunted by nutjobs in animal-themed costumes? Was that just a thing - rhino men and vulture dudes and bodybuilders in leopard print tights? The most ridiculous part is, he could go on, he could keep listing, that's how many of these assholes there were.