Disclaimer: The rights of Spider-man belong to Marvel Characters, Inc. The movie rights belong to Sony Pictures. I am making no financial gain from this story whatsoever.
A/N: I just saw the trailer for Spider-man 3. I was quite impressed. The king of all superheroes is back. Perhaps it's better you watch the trailer first.
I started to wonder what each scene meant, and a few possibilities came up. Then I wondered if I could write scenes on each one. I'm trying to get them all connected into a short story. It will be 3 chapters long. The trailer wasn't long enough to expand beyond that.
This is based on the Spider-man movies. I haven't read a Spider-man comic in years.
Mary Jane Watson walked into the party dejected. How she hated fighting with Peter! The arguments made her feel drained and guilty. Of all the people in the world, she wanted Peter to be the happiest. Yet they fought and fought.
Were they meant to be together?
"Mary Jane?" someone called.
She turned to see Harry Osborn waving frantically waving at her from a table. She walked up to him.
"Hey," he greeted. "Are you alone?"
"Unfortunately, yes," she replied.
"Excellent," he said. "So am I. Will you join me?"
"Peter's not coming today?" Harry asked.
Harry noted the edge to her voice, and did not press further.
"So," he said. "How's the career going?"
She lit up. "Oh, it's going great," she said. "I'm auditioning in a movie tomorrow."
"Really? I must come and watch."
"Again?" Mary Jane asked. "I don't want to be a bother. Peter can't make it. He's... busy."
"I love watching you act," Harry insisted. "Besides," he laughed. "Peter's always busy,"
She started to tell him about the movie details, and he listened very intently. That is, until he interrupted her.
"What the hell did Peter do to his hair?" he asked.
"What?" Mary Jane turned around. "That? Oh he's grown it a bit. I hate it. Makes him look like a wannabe artist or something. But he won't listen." she paused. "Who's he with?"
"I can't tell," Harry squinted. "Apart from the platinum blond hair. Wait! That's Gwen Stacy."
"Gwen Stacy?" Mary Jane asked. "Wasn't she with us in high school?"
"Yes," Harry said. "No matter what me and Flash Thompson did then, she was never interested in us."
"Wait a sec..." Mary Jane muttered. "Peter never wears black."
"Yet he's all decked in it," Harry observed. "So's Gwen."
Peter and Gwen walked by them without even noticing them. Mary Jane stayed silent. Harry remained confused.
"So, Peter, how's the Bugle going on?" Gwen asked.
"Fine," he shrugged. "Apart from Jameson being a total jerk."
"True, true," Gwen laughed. "Thankfully, I'm gone from that job."
"Don't get me wrong, I love being a photographer," Peter explained. "It's just..."
"Jameson's knack for making everyone feel worthless does bother people?" Gwen finished.
"Exactly," Peter beamed at her. "No one I know understood that."
"What about your studies?" queried Gwen.
"They're going great," Peter answered. "What about you?"
"Magnificient," Gwen replied. "We're both graduating next year? We should go together."
"Definitely," Peter said. "Look, Gwen, I don't want to sound weird, but I've enjoyed getting to know you these past few weeks."
"So have I."
"I mean," said Peter, "we understand one another so well. You get me. My quirkiness and all."
"And you get me," replied Gwen, laying a hand on Peter's hand that was on the table.
Peter felt ecstatic. Ever since fusing with the symbiotes, his whole perspective on life changed. He then met Gwen. Gwen made him feel... special. She always made it seem that he was greater than reality, more intelligent, more handsome. She gave him a high on confidence that he never felt before.
"Let's dance," he said, getting up.
Gwen giggled. "I thought you hated drawing attention to yourself," she said. "No one else is dancing."
"Don't care," Peter said. "As long as you're dancing."
"Let's go, then."
"What the hell are they doing?" Mary Jane said.
They watched Peter and Gwen walk right up to the bar. Harry, an expert in the act, noticed Peter slip a bill to the barman as he said something. Peter went back to Gwen, standing beside the bar, and placed his hands on her hips, and she clasped her hands around his neck.
"Oh, no they're not..." Harry muttered.
The music began. It was a fast-paced tune. Peter and Gwen started to gyrate to the music, slowly at first, but then picked up with the melody.
A crowd gathered around them, wondering what they were doing. The dancers paid no attention to them.
Never, not once, did Peter and Gwen break eye contact. They stared at one another throughout the dance, like they were the only ones in the room. The gaze broke momentarily whenever Peter spun Gwen around, but they found one another very swiftly after that.
Peter had one hand behind Gwen's back, and the other behind his. Gwen had her left hand on Peter's shoulder, and the right behind his back. They waltzed a couple of steps, and then Peter leaned her back, and leaned with her. They stopped at an almost horizontal level. Peter's face moved ever so close to hers, he tilted his head to the right, and leaned even closer. She made no move...
The crowd applauded wildly.
"Such passion, such emotion."
They looked up, and separated from one another. Gwen blushed, but Peter actually bowed to the crowd.
"Lets get out of here," Mary Jane said.
"But..." Harry started.
"Please Harry," she pleaded. "For me."