Peter couldn't sense her heart beating because his own was going off the charts. He knew who she was. He didn't know how he hadn't seen it the moment he laid eyes on her. He watched as she pulled down her hood, his breath caught in his throat as she removed her mask. And there she was. Gwen. His first love. She was a little older than he remembered but that was such a welcome sight because it meant she got to live.
He felt such a rush of emotions, too many at once and more than he cared to process. Peter tore off his mask and dropped it on the rooftop, crossing the distance between them in a few strides and pulling her into a tight embrace. He couldn't speak, didn't trust himself to, though he has so much he'd been wanting to say to her. But the only thing that mattered just then was the fact that she was there and alive and in his arms again.