“I think it’s important to point out that Spider-Man does come out some times with Peter Parker. Like the witty-sarcastic-playful comment about the mop before you went in to kiss me on the night of prom. Which,” She added teasingly, “I probably have the best prom story ever thanks to that night. Then there was all the stuff with Rick and yada yada yada.” Of course she was referring to the best part of the night being when Peter kissed her. There was no replacing that night and that moment for her, she couldn’t have asked for it to happen in any better fashion; even with all the crap they had dealt with afterwards.

As he lifted up his mask, her small body leaned into his as if modeling into a perfect fit as she wrapped her black arms around his neck and smirk slightly before he put his lips against hers. Her heart still pounded in her chest as she returned the kiss closing all gaps between the two of them. She had given him everything, her support, her trust, her friendship, her loyalty and all the love she could and more. She was truly, truly, in love in with the man before her. And not Spider-Man.