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Prompt: Spider
Words: 415
Character(s): Jemma (my OC), (TASM)Peter Parker, mentions of Gwen Stacy, Veronica (my OC), Evie (Bats’ OC used with their permission)
Notes: Contains spoilers for future projects I’m writing Jemma in. If you want to experience Jemma’s story in a linear fashion it’d be best to skip this one!
“Do you want to tell me why you’re suddenly flinging around the city with my web shooters in a costume that looks suspiciously like mine?” From the way Peter worded it, Jemma could tell it wasn’t really a question.
With a gentle shake of her head, she shyly admitted “I think you already know.”
A sad nod, as Peter skipped admitting she was right, instead chastising. “It’s not…it’s not good for you, Jem. I’m sorry, I know it’s my fault, but it’s not healthy for you-“
“You do it.” She interrupted.
“I help people.” He corrected. “I don’t go around releasing animals from the zoo like…like…”
“The Spider-Monkey?” she raised an eyebrow as he continued his frenzied wild gesturing.
His gesticulating froze, as he brought his arms down, a more sincere, genuine look of confusion etched on his face as he asked “How did you come up with that anyway?”
With a deep sigh, Jemma explained “Veronica really wanted to go with Night Monkey for some reason I still don’t understand.”
“That has nothing to do with Spider-Man.” He chuckled softly.
“That’s what I said!” She giggled, smiling widely. “And then Evie suggested Spider Monkey, cause it combines both, and it’s like that one line from Twilight.”
“Hold on tight Spider Monkey?” He laughed, raising both eyebrows.
“Are you quoting the movie or making a request?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
He laughed, an arm moving through the sheets of her bed to wrap around her bare torso, skin to skin, his skin on her skin, a feeling he’d missed so much. “I dunno, Jem. Is this smart? Should we be doing this now that you’re…?”
“I’m not a villain.” she shushed him. “Not really. More of an annoyance. And it was really only to get your attention.”
“You always have my attention.” He leaned down to kiss her, softly.
She happily leaned into the kiss, but wouldn’t bring her eyes up to his afterwards as she quietly disputed “Not anymore. Not since she…”
“Stop, stop…” he muttered gently, kissing her between each ‘stop’. “We’re not talking about Gwen, ok? That’s over.”
“For how long?” she pressed. “Until-“
“Nobody is changing their mind here.” He interrupted. “I love you, Jemma. I’ve loved you since you took me into a coffee shop and immediately made my birth chart. I know. It’s my fault. I’m sorry. But I’m never leaving you again.”
A shallow promise. One that would be broken. But he meant it at the time.