fic: promise not to promise anymore

[professor_spork]

Title: promise not to promise anymore
Author: professor_spork
Beta: marlenanargle
Character/Pairing: Gwen Stacy/Peter Parker
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man
Rating: R
Summary: It's a lot easier to be mad at Peter than to miss her father. Gwen's grief, from the end of the movie on.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

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[ladymercury_10]

Ahhh it's one in the morning but I saw Spider-Man fic and then I saw it was YOUR Spider-Man fic and then sleeping...didn't happen. I feel a little weird and creepy because I'm not sure if you know me, but I loved your Doctor Who fic and I am now going to gush about this. This is the fic that the fandom really needed! Like, it was great that they decided to not go the OH NO WE CANNOT DATE major angst route again, but they really rushed things at the end of the movie. And it makes sense that George Stacey would want to protect Gwen (esp. in the context of what happens to her in the comics), but it also is kind of an "oh poor damsel" moment. AND YOU FIXED IT WITHOUT CHANGING ANYTHING!

He just wasn’t sure if Spider-Man could be trusted to keep the monsters away, because he seemed kind of scary at first. Like all the other spiders. But he changed his mind, remember? Dad told all his men to stand down so Spider-Man could save us.

Awwww. This is great.

But never once did the thought cross her mind that he did anything less than his best to save her dad. Peter doesn’t have the capacity to not give his everything; she knows that the same way she knows that the blue sky isn’t really blue at all, but an illusion of refracted light.

Lovely twist on the blue sky cliche.

“You can beat me up like Parker did,” he offers, because it’s the only language he knows and the only comfort he can imagine

Heart...crumbling.

She’s always wanted to be top in her class, but part of it was a kindness-because she knew that Peter Parker would never be able to deliver a valedictorian speech without hyperventilating and possibly breaking something, and god, she knew that about him before they were even friends, and she’d wanted to spare him that. She's always wanted to save him.

This is so, so sweet, and a nice reversal in the saving department.

It’s gravitational-as simple and intuitive as keeping her feet on the ground. She can’t be near Peter without wanting to be nearer to Peter, and nothing ever feels like it’s close enough.

Really lovely.

The last thing my dad ever said to me was be good.

Peter wants so badly just to be good, doesn't he? He tries so hard, poor kid.

And for a few years she’d played with the dolls and the kitchen sets, more out of a sense of amused obligation (You were the most cynical toddler I’d ever met, her dad said once)

Cuuuuute.

But then he’d raised an eyebrow, and smiled a little bit out of the corner of his mouth. “Well at least somebody’s using them,” he’d said, and the way her chest had burst was-it was-She’d never felt more proud of another human being in her life.

This is just so adorable and sweet. I love the little brother playing with the dolls. My family was kind of like that--pretty conservative, but no one ever cared if my brother wanted to play dollies or if I made myself a slingshot. :P