American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

"Oh, wash the dishes before you go, they're yours anyway."

She was right, after Peter left, she felt that the apartment was empty.

She felt a feeling she hadn't felt since Ben's death: loneliness.

Peter has finally grown up and the years of caring for him are over.

It hurts, but she also needs to get on with her life.

Find her place in the world, but she knows she'll always be there for him when he needs her.

As she watched him finish his coffee, she remembered the image.

It would be the last time he would consider this place his home, and when the pain stung her, she quickly turned away before he saw her cry.

"I love you too, May,"

he said

He replied as she left him to pack up his last things.

He was careful and knew that renting a van would be expensive.

There were still some clean clothes left, still in the washer-dryer, and he stuffed them into his backpack.

He will miss living here and Aunt May.

When a sharp pain hit, he would miss thinking of his Uncle Ben.

He's moving on, he's growing, and that means leaving something behind.

He knew how she felt, but he assured his aunt that he would always be there for her if she needed him.

He looked at the pool and sighed.

Next to the sink were piles of a pot of baked sauce, a pasta plate and several bowls stuck with dry cereal, as well as cups, glasses and other cutlery.

May entered his room and picked up all the lost pottery.

Peter was too lazy to clean up and left it here for him.

He sighed, shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, poured warm water into the sink, and got to work.

Although May and Peter shared for a while, there was too much to share.

But Gwen didn't have the same conversation with her father.

George Stacy wasn't in a good mood, and he called everyone he could think of at night.

But nothing could have been found that would have let him know where Gwen was or why she didn't answer the phone.

The boy's guardian, Mae Parker, even suggested he keep them young, while he just silently hung up.

He snorted, as if he would let all the little rascals like Peter Parker snatch his Gwynne from him.

Hearing her key in the door, he sat up straight and brushed his tie.

Taking a day off for a day off wasn't quite appropriate for him, but he needed to be here to make sure Gwen was okay.

Also make sure she knew what she was doing wrong, and when she walked into the hallway and saw her father, she rolled her eyes, she knew what was going to happen next.

From the age of 13, every time she missed an appointment or check in with her father, she was taught a lesson.

Every time, though, this time was different, and she felt confidence welling up in her.

But she has to calm down, it's a fight.

Yes, but not physically, she hated her control-freak father, but not so much.

"Gwen Stacy, do you know how worried I am?

You didn't report last night, and your friends couldn't reach you. "

George wasted no time blaming her, and Gwen had to know she was wrong.

Although the harshness pained him, he had to make sure she was properly disciplined.

"Dad, I'm tired, I don't want to listen, I'm 19, not 9."

Gwen walked past him and tried to climb the stairs to get back to her room, but he grabbed her arm.

She just grabbed the last few things here and left.

A battle was coming, but she wasn't in the mood.

"Oh no, you don't need to, young lady, you explain it now.

It's almost 10 o'clock now, and I'm terribly worried. "

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