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-Gwen Stacy-
"And just like that Spider-Man saves the day again." The News reporter states as he sits at his desk. The screen moves in his direction making the video of Spider-Man shrink to the corner.
"Quite the hero huh?" I turn my head in the direction of the kitchen to spot my mom with a ladle as she leans on the doorframe to see what I'm watching.
"Yeah he's really cool." I pipe, adjusting my school books that lay on my lap. "I like him a lot more than the avengers." I confess. "He's more loyal. To Queens and it's residents anyways. Always here to save the day."
Mom grins. "Just don't let your dad hear you say that." She points her kitchen utensil at me. "Don't tell him I said this but I'm starting to become a fan of the masked hero himself."
"Really?!" I straighten out my back, arching a brow.
My parents were not Spider-Man lovers. They were kind of the whole antihero stuff. Sometimes I believe the only reason they think like that is because Spider-Man steals all my dads' work. As a sheriff, you tend to deal with these situations. Crime. Theft. Murder. The queens police department dealt with it. But ever since Spider-Man showed up, he's been trying to make the cops' job easier. Dad doesn't seem to appreciate it.
"Wow Spider-Man!" Philip jumps on the couch beside me, not even checking to see what lies there. Which in fact was my precalc homework.
"Philip you just sat on my homework!" I scold him hurrying him to get up and off of the paper packet.
"Did you say Spider-Man?!" Howard rushes to the living room, tripping over Philip's foot and landing on my textbooks.
"Howard!"
"Spider-Man!!!!" Simon shouts.
Mom was right about mentioning Spider-Man. Even though he drove my dad crazy, it drove my brother even crazier. Only they loved him.
"You know what." I stand from the very comfortable couch. "I'll just go study in my room." I begin to gather the mess my three little brothers made.
"Boys quit bothering your sister." Mom finally yells at them."I'll call you when dinner's ready Gwen." Mom peeks her head out givi by me a sweet grin.
I give her a small nod, pulling the strap of my school bag over my shoulder and heading towards my room in our apartment building.
I shut the door with a sigh. I then realized how lonely I was. It was kind of depressing honestly.
