Gwen shrieked in terror. The crazed man raced towards the girl with his bloody knife poised to kill. Peter wrapped his arm around her waist, and she buried her head in the side of the couch.
"You want me to turn it off?" Peter asked.
"No, no," came Gwen's muffled reply.
"I was kidding when I betted you that you couldn't handle the movie, y'know. I won't think any less of you if you want it off."
"Maybe we should just take a little break?" Gwen squeaked as the man dived at the unfortunate blonde girl on the screen.
Peter unburied himself from Mount Pillowmonjaro and the upper half of Gwen's body to grab the PS3 remote. He paused the movie, then canceled the playback.
Gwen giggled nervously. "Sorry."
Peter grinned at his petrified girlfriend. "Don't be. I was about to crap my pants. That movie's scary."
Gwen laughed and sat up. "Then why did you challenge me to watch it?"
"I didn't! I simply made a joking bet that you couldn't handle it, and was right."
Gwen lightly slugged him on the arm. He rubbed his bicep and faked a pained face. He earned a dramatic eye-roll from the grinning girl.
"You want to watch something else?" Peter asked.
Gwen put a finger on her bottom lip in thought. "I could go steal A New Hope from Steve's room."
"This is a big part of the reason I love you, my dear nerd woman." Peter planted a kiss on her lips.