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“..You have the right to remain silent.”
When those words left her fathers lips, Gwen could physically feel her heart tear in two. “Are you really that afraid of me?” She spoke in a choked sob. She couldn’t believe what was going on between them. Was he really going to arrest her? His own daughter? Gwen felt as if she was going to collapse. Bits of blood trickled down the ripped fabric of her suit. She’d definitely broke a rib or two, it hurt when she breathed. Tears started stinging her eyes. As she stepped forward towards her father, she stopped cold in her step. Her father had raised his gun at her.
Gwen’s eyes were wide as she slowly raised her hands at the cop she knew as her father. “Don’t come any closer.” His voice, stern and unwavering. Did he not care? His daughter was standing right in front of him, but all he could see was the masked vigilante he’d dedicated his life to arresting. With her senses, she could feel the tension in his form, leveled breathing and the tight heavy grip on his gun.
It was there that she realized there was nothing she could do to change the way he felt about who she was. It was all going to end here. Her time as spider woman, the chance to see miles and peter, and her life as her fathers daughter.
Spider woman took in a deep breath, her body screamed in protest of the action. She looked into the Captains eyes. Blue, just like hers, just like the ones that would stare proudly at her when she accomplished something. When she got her B+ in English, or when she got into the band as the drummer. The eyes that cried tears of pure happiness and joy when she came into the world, opening identical eyes to the pair that were staring right back at her. These eyes she stared at now, held swirls of different emotions she couldn’t quite describe. But one was eminent, the look of grief.
She’s only seen that look when her mother died, and then when Peter died. He was in mourning, but Gwen couldn’t understand why. Tears finally fell free, rolling down her flushed cheeks. Tears mixed with dirt and blood, sliding down her neck. “Please dad, do you really think i’m a monster?” Her cries causes her father to loosen the grip a little on his gun. His baby was speaking to him and yet he felt as if a stranger was standing there before him.
Gwen kept talking to her father, in an attempt for him to lower his gun at her. She begged, explained herself again, ignored the senses that were alerting her of something incoming. Gwen couldn’t care as she cried once more for the man to just listen. Her father closed his eyes as the sound of a gunshot rang out.
A gunshot?
Captain Stacy felt as if time slowed when he ripped his eyes open and looked next to him, where he heard the sound of the pistol firing the bullet. One of the police officers who came to the scene with him was holding their gun firmly as bits of smoke spilled from the muzzle.
It wasn’t him, he had realized his own gun was now pointing at the floor. He looked to where the officers gun was pointing at. He felt his head turning so slow in anticipation, his gaze fell to the floor. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. The Captain collapsed to his knees. His daughters suit was painted in red.