GEORGE STACY had lost the will to live on.

His wife had died tragically years earlier, during the god forsaken events of the Battle of New York.

Aliens had invaded the city as it burned to pieces. And while the Avengers were too busy saving the day, Helen Stacy was buries under a pile of rubble, no one to hear her cries for help.

So naturally, George came to hate the superhero-based society. Furthermore, he hated himself for not being there for the mother of his child.

The love of his life was gone, no way to return.

After the loss of his wife, Helen, he found solace in the presence of his daughter.

Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy was a precious gift from god. She was so much like her late mother. Inheriting her long locks of light blonde hair, and her ocean blue eyes. Gwen wasn't just a beautiful young lady, no, she was intelligent, driven and talented.

Despite losing her mother at a young age, Gwen had an unbelievably kind heart, and the most innocent of smiles. George honestly didn't know how someone so sweet and graceful would sprout from his crude genetic pool, but obviously, once again, she took after her mother.

While most teenage girls were out going through whatever rebellious phase, she would stay in her room, studying and patiently awaiting for him to come home from patrol. He would always catch that sigh of relief that left her lips whenever he got home, as if she was on edge from fear that he might not return. He was all she had, and the same could be said for him. He couldn't afford to lose her, so he quit his job as captain at the NYPD, and left New York with her. The city where everything bad seemed to happen. And they relocated in France.

George was a red blooded American, and he loved his country, but he couldn't stay in the country where the so called 'superheros' did whatever they pleased, heeding no mind to the casualties their battles lead to. So he took his daughter to the place where her mother was from, to protect her and keep her safe.

But he couldn't do that either.

Yet another tragedy struck him when a horrific alien by the name of Thanos invaded Earth, and wiped half of all intelligent life from existence.

And his Gwendy was one of them.

Former Captain Stacy wasn't even there when it happened, he didn't see when Gwen disintegrated into thousands of pieces and scattered into nothing. But he was in the godawful street, watching in horror as it happened to the people around him.

He'd rushed home that fateful night five years ago, frantically going inside the apartment, hoping, praying that she would greet him like usual.

But she didn't.

Gwen Stacy was wiped from existence. Gone just like her mom. And both of them had left him, all alone.

He'd contemplated ending it all on numerous occasions over the years, just so he could be reunited with his family. But he was a man of god, and he knew it wasn't right. So he just had to be patient. He had to try and move on with whatever was left of his life.

But moving on wasn't so easy. Even after five years, he still didn't find it in him to empty her room. To go through her stuff one by one and deciding whether he'd want to keep it or not.

He'd went to support groups, to try and connect with people going through what he is. Everyone had lost someone to the decimation, but it was different for him. He lost everything.

Tonight, like so many others, he sat in the dining room. The depressing sound of a single fork making contact with his plate echoed throughout the room as he ate his dinner. He sighed before turning on the TV, not to watch anything, but to provide a background of sounds around him, to cast an illusion that he wasn't all alone.

Then out of no where, the indistinct chatter that blared from the television shifted into an irritating hissing of static.

The frowning man lifted his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his thick eyebrows scrunching at the annoying sound. But suddenly, a voice, an all too familiar voice echoed throughout the apartment.

"Hello?"

That sounded like... No, that couldn't be.

Gwen?

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Gwen Stacey stumbled on her feet once she landed on the cold marble floor.

Her skull was throbbing, her body was shaking, fingernails digging into her clenched fists. Gwen's vision was slowly coming back to her, color filling the darkness.

Pushing herself off the floor, her muscles slightly protested. As she stood on her feet, Gwen really looked at where she was. She was in a bedroom, the walls were painted light pink, too girly for her taste.

This wasn't possible, Gwen thought. She was literally just in an alleyway in Queens. Swinging her way to escape from the clutches of the police force who'd always misunderstood her intentions.

How did she end up in someone's room out of nowhere?

She could recall something odd happening to her in less than a fraction of a second. It all happened way too fast that she didn't have time to react even with her spider senses buzzing in her head. She was engulfed by something, literally taken over and dragged by something. Did I seriously just teleport? Gwen incredulously thought to herself, raising her arms to inspect them. The smirk on her cheek was quick to dissipate and a gasp escaped from her lips.

She wasn't wearing her Spider-Woman suit. Her hand moved all over her body in panic, and she ran to the vanity that stood a few feet away from her and she almost cringed at the sight when her eyes met with her reflection.

The blonde girl was donned in a pink summer dress.

Gwen knew something was wrong, because she never wore pink or dresses for that matter. Ever.

But more importantly.. Where the hell was her suit?!

What really gave her a stun was the picture taped to the side of the vanity's mirror. It was a picture of her. A picture of Gwen.

'Is this.. Is this my room?'

Gwen began to panic at the confusion. This was definitely not her room. But why was it littered with pictures of her?!

This wasn't just anyone's room. It was hers.

A familiar buzzing in her head alarmed her, her sixth sense informing her that someone was in this house with her.

"Hello?!" She called out, hoping to find out what the hell was going on.

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway, and Gwen quickly took a defensive stance at the sound of their rush.

The bedroom door, her bedroom door swung open. And Gwen sighed at relief to find it was her dad on the other side.

George couldn't believe his own eyes. Gwen, his daughter was standing right in front of him. "Are you-" He choked out, his glasses turning foggy from the heat of the tears that filled his eyes. "Is this real?"

"Dad?" Gwen furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of her father. He somehow looked..different. He had more wrinkles. It was like he aged and the years haven't been kind to him. But that was impossible, she saw him this morning and he looked nothing like this.

"Gwen." His lower lip trembled as he took in the sight of her. She was wearing the same outfit as the..as the day he lost her. He walked up to her, approaching her with unsteady feet.

With a harsh gulp, Gwen looked around them. "How did I-Where are we?" She asked, but he didn't reply, like he was in a daze, unable to focus on what she's saying.

"If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up." His lips stretched into a heart wrenching smile, the tears accumulating in his eyes finally streaming down his cheeks.

Gwen's eyes widened. Her father was crying for some reason. She'd never seen him cry before. "What are you talking about? Dad, you're confusing me." She strided towards him, holding his hand, desperate to understand what's going on.

At the warmth touch of her hand, George's eyes widened, as if he was snapped out of a dream. "You're really here." He gasped.

"Yeah, I am, where else would I be?" Gwen asked, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "But seriously, I swear, the weirdest thing just happened to me."

Seeing that her father was still in shock at her appearance, he looked like he was about to get a heart attack. "Dad, are you okay?"

"I thought I lost you."

Face pinched in utter perplexity, Gwen tilted her head. "What do you mean-?" She was cut short when the former Captain Stacey engulfed her in a hug. His shaky arms wrapped around her, almost cutting her air supply. Her fair brows lifted, unable to comprehend where he was coming from.

"-But you're home now." He finished, sniffling.

Gwen was about to say something, about to ask what the hell he was talking about, but the words got stuck in her throat when she looked out the window.

"Are we in Paris?"

A/N:-

Hey guys XD

This is just the prologue. Don't worry, Peter will be appearing soon!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.