Hello Reader,

I wrote this story based only on the 2012 Spiderman movie with Emma Stone and her boyfriend Andrew something. I know nothing about the Spiderman universe except for that movie. Also people may be a bit out of character because I wrote most of this at 2:00 AM and I have only seen the movie once. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Please note that I do not own Spiderman and that if I did the mouse testing scenes would be excluded due to the fact that animal testing is repulsive. Also the mouse lizard would not be show but of course if they didn't test on animals that would have happened.

Anyway I hope you like my story, leave a review!

Captain Stacy did not approve of Gwen's new boyfriend at all. In fact he was convinced that his daughter only liked the police-hating bastard because she knew her father would hate him. But whatever the reason it existed he was worried about the relationship. Especially after a conversation he had with his wife, as they were getting ready for bed.

"I think Peter and Gwen are sleeping together," Mrs. Stacy had said.

"What makes you think that?" He had asked, trying to resist the urge to go strangle his daughter.

"Well," Mrs. Stacy said, "I found a box of condoms in her closet when I was putting her clothes away."

"I'll kill the bastard!" He had said.

"You'll do nothing of the sort," she said, "They are old enough to make their own decisions about such things. At least we should be grateful that they are practicing safe sex."

"I guess you're right," he said but in his head he was thinking of ways he could make Peter Parker's death look like an accident.

A few weeks later Gwen was staring at a little white stick in the bathroom. "Gwen," her brother said as he pounded on the door, "I need to pee, hurry up."

Deciding that since she needed to wait two minutes she could let him in and then come back, Gwen hid the stick behind the tissue box and left the room. In her bedroom she reread the "what to do when you think you are pregnant" article on her computer.

"Gwen," came a knock at the door, "What's this?"

Her brother opened the door holding the pregnancy test wrapped in a tissue.

"It's nothing," Gwen said, grabbing for it, "Give it to me."

"Are you pregnant Gwen?" He asked. "If you are I won't tell mom and dad, I promise."

"I don't know if I'm pregnant," she said, "What does the test say?" He handed it to her, when she saw the positive sign she burst into tears, "I am."

Gwen sat on the foot of her bed. Her brother took the test from her and put it in Gwen's desk drawer. "It's going to be okay," he said, sitting down next to Gwen, "You're really smart and you'll figure this out."

"It's Peter's," she said, "It's Peter's baby."

She starting crying harder, "What am I going to tell him?"

Her brother put his arm around her, "It's okay Gwen," he said, "Peter's a nice guy, he's not going to blame you."

Just then they heard a tapping on the window. Gwen looked up to see Peter at her window. "Let him in," she told her brother.

Her brother walked to the window and opened it.

"Is now a bad time?" Peter asked.

"No come in," said Gwen's brother, "My parents are out so just don't get caught here."

Peter climbed in through the window. "What's wrong Gwen?"

She responded by crying even harder and saying "I'm pregnant."

"Oh," he said, "Shit."

"I know," she said, "Shit."

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I really don't know," she said.

"I guess we'll figure it out," he said.

"I damn well hope we figure it out."

"When are you going to tell your mom and dad?" He asked.

"Tell me what?" Came a voice from the doorway.

"Dad?" Gwen said, turning around, "What are you doing back early?"

"The next door neighbor called," Captain Stacy said, "Apparently he was looking out the window when a teenage boy climbed into your room Gwen. He figured I'd be interested to know about it. And believe me, I am interested. What was it you were going to tell me and your mother Gwen?"

"Um," said Gwen looking at Peter and her brother, "Uh."

"Peter, Gwen let's finish this conversation in my office." He said. Turning to his son he said, "Do you have homework or something?"

Peter and Gwen walked quickly down the hall to Captain Stacy's home office.

"What do I do?" Gwen whispered.

"Tell him," Peter replied, "You're in major trouble already."
"How?" She asked, "What do I say?"

"Just say what you said to me, keep it simple."

When the teenagers were in the office Captain Stacy came in behind them. "Someone want to tell me what's going on?"

Peter and Gwen looked at each other.

"Gwen," Captain Stacy continued, "What is going on with you? You get this cop-hating son of a bitch boyfriend." Peter looked mildly upset. "Your mother finds condoms in your room, I get a call saying that there is a boy climbing into my daughter room and now there's something you have to tell me. Are you an alcoholic? A druggie? I'll get you the best rehab New York has to offer."

"I'm not on drugs," Gwen said, "I'm having a baby."

"What?" Her father asked.

"I'm pregnant, dad, I'm sorry." She said.

"It's his?" He asked.

"Yes it's mine," Peter spoke up.

"I really don't know what to say," Captain Stacy said. "Gwen, I can't have you in my house. I have other children and I don't want you setting a bad example for them. Go pack your things."

Gwen just looked at him, "Daddy," she pleaded, "Please don't do this."

"I'm sorry, baby girl, I love you. I just can't deal with this."

"You don't love me!" Gwen yelled, "You love the illusion of a perfect daughter. But face it I'm not perfect."

"Please leave," he said.

"You're only kicking me out because you can accept that I had sex!" she continued. "That's right daddy, I'm not a virgin, and with all the power that you have as a police official you can't change that."

Peter gently guided the now frantic Gwen out of the office.

"Shhhh," he whispered in her ear, "This isn't helping. Just give him time to get used to this news."

She sobbed hysterically into his chest, "I'm sorry Peter. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright Gwen," he assured her, "You're going to be fine. We're going to be fine."

Peter helped her pack her things, mostly school stuff, clothes, cosmetics and toiletries but she threw in a few books, her favorite set of blankets and the stuffed bear she'd had since she was five. When it was all in her matching suitcase and duffel bag she turned to him. "Let's take the elevator this time okay?"

He grinned, "Alright, just this once."

He insisted on taking both the duffel and the suitcase. When she tried to protest he said, "You're carrying the most important thing, our kid. Let me take all this stuff."

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?" He asked, "For carrying the bags? It's my fault you got kicked out."

"For being understanding and for not being mad." She told him, "And it is not you're fault I got kicked out. Maybe you didn't pay attention in health but it takes two people to make a baby."

As they went down the hall they passed Gwen's mother. She took in the suitcase and duffel bag and gave Gwen a questioning look.

"Daddy kicked me out," Gwen explained, "I'm pregnant."

Before her mother could respond she got into the elevator. Peter gave Mrs. Stacy a sympathetic look and then followed his girlfriend into the elevator.

"I just remembered," Gwen said as they reached the first floor, "Where am I going to stay?"

He looked at her, "With me."

They took a cab to Peter's aunt and uncle's place. When they got there Peter told Gwen to wait outside. Then he went inside to face his aunt and uncle.

"Where have you been Peter?" Asked his aunt.

"I was helping my girlfriend pack her stuff because her dad kicked her out," he said. "Can she stay here?"

"Of course," his aunt said, "Why did she get kicked out?"

"She's pregnant," he told them.

"Oh Peter," she said, "Yours?"

"Yeah," he said.

"She can stay in your room Peter," his uncle said, "The air mattress is in the up stairs closet. Set it up for her."

"Okay," he said, "Thanks."

"We are going to talk more about this Peter," his uncle reminded him.

"I know," said Peter, "Goodnight."

"Before you go up," his aunt said, "Do you mind introducing us to your girlfriend?"

"Sure," Peter said, going outside to grab Gwen's bags, "Come in Gwen."

The blonde followed Peter into the house. They both went into the living room.

Peter introduced Gwen to his aunt and uncle, "This is my girlfriend Gwen. Gwen this is my aunt and this is my uncle."