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It was a culmination of things that set off the nightmare. Getting ready to move, starting as a new student at Midtown, preparing for her audition at the dance academy and getting to know the Peter Parker of this universe. Events that were stressful and wonderful and nerve-wracking and wonderful, all mixing into one hell of a nightmare, the night before her audition was scheduled.
It started off as it normally does, her reliving the fight between herself and the Peter Parker of her world, only then he was the Lizard. A monster of a creature, fueled by jealousy and filled with a need to destroy. And she relived the fight, every hit and shout, every swing on her web and every roar from the Lizard as they fought in the school gymnasium, Gwen trying her best to protect the students who'd attended the interrupted school dance.
She was used to seeing all of this, only this time? This time it wasn't the Peter Parker she grew up with. The one who'd been her best friend for as long as she could remember was replaced with the Peter she was getting to know here, and he was dying.
"...I just wanted to be special...like you." It echoes in her head, in both Peter's voices, similar and different, filling her with a guilt heavy enough to wake her up with a faint shout.
It takes her a minute to remember where she is. Her room. Her and Steve Rogers apartment. Boxes filling up part of the floor, and her drum kit stuffed to the side.
She's in Peter's universe. She's in New York. It's two-seventeen in the morning and she just knows she won't fall asleep again any time soon.
Hoping she didn't wake her 'adopted' dad up, she steps into the hall and heads down to the living-room to sit on the couch, taking her blanket and pillow and a school-book with her, hoping maybe it'll put her back to sleep.
And still really, really hoping she didn't wake Steve up.
It started off as it normally does, her reliving the fight between herself and the Peter Parker of her world, only then he was the Lizard. A monster of a creature, fueled by jealousy and filled with a need to destroy. And she relived the fight, every hit and shout, every swing on her web and every roar from the Lizard as they fought in the school gymnasium, Gwen trying her best to protect the students who'd attended the interrupted school dance.
She was used to seeing all of this, only this time? This time it wasn't the Peter Parker she grew up with. The one who'd been her best friend for as long as she could remember was replaced with the Peter she was getting to know here, and he was dying.
"...I just wanted to be special...like you." It echoes in her head, in both Peter's voices, similar and different, filling her with a guilt heavy enough to wake her up with a faint shout.
It takes her a minute to remember where she is. Her room. Her and Steve Rogers apartment. Boxes filling up part of the floor, and her drum kit stuffed to the side.
She's in Peter's universe. She's in New York. It's two-seventeen in the morning and she just knows she won't fall asleep again any time soon.
Hoping she didn't wake her 'adopted' dad up, she steps into the hall and heads down to the living-room to sit on the couch, taking her blanket and pillow and a school-book with her, hoping maybe it'll put her back to sleep.
And still really, really hoping she didn't wake Steve up.
