Early the next morning, after a full night of restful sleep, Peter walked into the living room—only to find Uncle Ben already seated on the couch.
Wearing the glasses he usually reserved for work, Ben was holding an old textbook, studying it with intense focus.
It was clear, however, that years of neglect had taken their toll. He stumbled over the material, his brows tightly furrowed as he tried to piece everything back together.
"Morning, Aunt May."
Peter stepped into the kitchen, greeted her, and took the breakfast she handed him. Glancing at the time, he grabbed a slice of bread and headed for the door.
"Peter!"
Uncle Ben looked up, hesitated, and then simply said,
"Be careful on the way. Watch out when crossing the street."
Peter smiled at him—a warm, reassuring smile—before stepping outside.
…
Today, his thoughts were different from yesterday.
Yesterday, he had been debating whether or not to become Spider-Man.
Today…
After sacrificing the Statue of Liberty and gaining powerful telekinesis, he could calmly think about something far more important—
How to improve his family's life.
"Offerings… money is out of the question—I don't even have enough for myself. Souls? In modern society, collecting souls on a large scale isn't exactly easy… and I'm not interested in becoming some kind of butcher."
Peter rubbed his chin as he walked.
"Honestly, if I had that kind of time, I'd rather spend it chasing girls or enjoying life."
"So that leaves… artifacts?"
His mind raced.
"Europe and Asia have plenty of those. I should definitely visit the Vatican someday… but in America?"
"The Statue of Liberty was probably the biggest one already. Trading it for telekinesis on par with Omega-level mutants—that was a massive profit."
"But what else is there…?"
…
By the time he reached school, he had already sunk deep into thought.
He drifted through the morning like he was sleepwalking.
When lunchtime arrived, finding the cafeteria too noisy, Peter took his food and headed toward the bleachers by the field.
He wasn't the only one with that idea. A few scattered students were already there.
"Hmm?"
As he looked for a good spot, a figure suddenly caught his eye.
Peter froze.
Then swallowed.
Not from hunger—
But because he had just spotted something far more important than food.
…
Up on the bleachers, a girl sat quietly.
Her lunchbox was empty beside her as she read a book.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed a familiar figure approaching below.
A faint blush spread across her cheeks.
Her heartbeat quickened.
"Hmph… you didn't show up yesterday. Who knows which girl you were busy looking at."
Though seeing him brought her some relief, she couldn't help feeling annoyed.
They had formed an unspoken routine—meeting here every day, sitting not too far apart, eating quietly while stealing glances at each other.
And yesterday—
He hadn't come.
She had spent half the night making excuses for him in her head.
"…Wait, why is he coming this way?"
"And… why is he getting closer?"
Her breathing grew uneven.
"Is he finally making a move? But I haven't even thought about how to respond yet…"
When Peter stopped in front of her, he was momentarily stunned.
Her cheeks were flushed.
Her breathing quick.
Her chest rising and falling gently.
For a moment—
He forgot what he was about to say.
"…Uh, are you okay?" he asked, crouching down. "Are you sick? Your face is really red."
The girl rolled her eyes slightly.
That one sentence almost made her want to ignore him completely.
"I'm fine," she said, regaining some composure. "Um… who are you? Do I know you?"
Even as she said it, she regretted it instantly.
Was that too cold?
What if he got discouraged and left?
Her mind began scrambling for damage control.
…
"I'm Peter Parker."
Memories surfaced instantly—her name, her class, her achievements, her reputation.
Even—
A hidden folder on his computer filled with her photos.
Some taken by others.
Some taken by him.
"…Wow. That's borderline creepy," Peter thought to himself, silently giving his past self a thumbs-up.
"Peter… Parker…"
She repeated the name she already knew so well.
A bright smile bloomed on her face.
"Should I know you?"
She wanted to act more approachable.
To slowly reveal her feelings.
To let things progress naturally.
But—
Tsundere instincts didn't always cooperate with logic.
The moment she said it, she regretted it again.
Her eyes locked onto Peter, afraid he might turn and leave.
But this wasn't the same Peter anymore.
"You should know me," he said calmly. "After all, how could you not know your future husband?"
Before she could react—
He stood up, sat down beside her, and pulled her slender waist gently into his arms.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Then—
His voice, firm and unwavering, sounded right beside her ear.
"Gwen Stacy…"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
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