Uncle Ben's unusual behavior was quickly noticed by Aunt May. She followed his gaze and saw Peter and Gwen coming downstairs together.
"Peter… and Gwennie?"
Aunt May felt a little weird. Why was Gwen coming down from upstairs? She cast a surprised look at her husband, but he gave her a confused expression in return.
"Hi, Uncle Ben, Aunt May," Gwen greeted them awkwardly.
She knew exactly what they were thinking—why was she upstairs with Peter?
"Gwen? When did you…"
Before Aunt May could finish her question, Peter quickly explained, "We came back too late last night, so Gwen stayed in my room to rest. Sorry, we didn't say hello—it was already late."
Gwen looked apologetic. "I should've let you know earlier. I hope it's okay."
Aunt May looked at Peter in surprise. She knew they had been dating, but she didn't expect things to escalate this quickly.
"I…" Aunt May glanced at Gwen before saying, "I can only pray to God that you two took the necessary precautions."
Hearing such blunt words from Aunt May, Gwen turned red with embarrassment. She quickly looked at Peter and muttered, "I… uh… need to take a call. Glory just called me."
As soon as she finished speaking, she hurried toward the door, pretending she hadn't heard anything. She cast a quick glance at Peter, making a subtle phone-call gesture.
"Call me later."
Peter nodded slightly, understanding her silent message.
After Gwen left, Uncle Ben turned to Aunt May and sighed. "I think you scared them off."
"They're not that fragile," Aunt May said matter-of-factly.
She liked Gwen and was happy that Peter had found such a wonderful girlfriend. But that didn't mean she was going to allow them to be reckless under her roof.
"Peter," Aunt May said sternly, "you're at a dangerous age. You need to be responsible."
Peter sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Aunt May, Uncle Ben, Gwen wants to live here."
Uncle Ben fell silent.
Just moments ago, he had been telling Aunt May about the dangers of teenage relationships—only to now hear that his nephew had already made such a huge decision.
Aunt May folded her arms. "Peter, are you sure about this?"
"Yes," he replied. "Whether Uncle Ben and Aunt May agree or not, it won't change my decision."
Uncle Ben sighed. "Peter, relationships are complicated. Living together is a big step."
"I know," Peter said firmly.
Meanwhile, Gwen sat in Peter's car, still processing Aunt May's words. When Peter told her about their approval, she got so excited that she accidentally pulled his arm. Then, as soon as she heard Aunt May's assumptions about their relationship, she jerked her hand away in shock—causing her to slam into the car window.
"Ow!" she gasped. The ice cream she was eating fell onto her lap.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked.
"Yeah," she muttered. "I just overreacted. It's… um… the ice cream! It's really cold!"
Peter gave her a knowing look.
Gwen sighed. "I just wasn't expecting her to be so straightforward about it."
"You care about what Aunt May and Uncle Ben think?" Peter asked.
Gwen shook her head. "Not really. It just caught me off guard. But… I'm not against living together."
She smiled. "I mean, my life is already tied to you. Two spiders building a web together—it's kinda poetic, don't you think?"
Peter smirked. "That's one way to put it."
"Besides," Gwen continued, "you always have a way of convincing me."
Peter kept his eyes on the road. "Well, I meant what I said. No matter what, my decision stands."
Gwen watched him for a moment before leaning back in her seat. "By the way, do you remember the first time we met?"
Peter thought for a moment. "Not really."
"I do," Gwen said. "I remember it so clearly. I asked you if we had met before. You were greeting your friends, but when you heard me, you awkwardly froze mid-wave. You pulled your hand back so slowly, like it would break if you moved any faster."
She chuckled. "It was kinda cute."
Peter shrugged. "I only remember you being a rock star back then."
Gwen laughed. "I was kinda punk, wasn't I?"
She took another bite of her ice cream. "It's funny how things turned out. I never imagined I'd end up with you."
Peter smiled.
Gwen sighed, thinking about her room. She was sneaking into her house to grab a few things while her father was out. She took a deep breath, packed her clothes, and looked around one last time before slipping out the window.
When she got to the car, she held up her bag and grinned. "Wanna see my weapons?"
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Weapons?"
"Spider-Woman's weapons," she said proudly.
She opened her bag and pulled out a can of pepper spray, a butterfly knife, her web-shooters, and—
"A GRENADE?!"
Peter nearly slammed on the brakes. "Where the hell did you get a grenade?!"
Gwen grinned mischievously. "Don't worry. It's just a little insurance in case we run into him again."
Peter's face darkened. He knew exactly who she was talking about—Kingpin.
"You don't need a grenade for Kingpin," Peter said.
Gwen smirked. "Maybe not, but it's nice to have options."
Peter sighed. "You're unbelievable."
"And you love me for it," Gwen teased.
Peter rolled his eyes but smiled. "Let's just get out of here before your dad gets home."
With that, Peter started the car, and the two sped off into the night—two spiders weaving their web together.
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