The Ending of Spiderman 2 In the Eyes of a Complete Optimist

I loved Spiderman 2. I love Andrew Garfield. There was just a certain part I didn’t love about Spiderman 2 which I couldn’t help but keep harping on. This is kind of a major spoiler, so don’t read it if you haven’t seen the movie yet. This is how Spiderman 2 would have ended if I was the writer.


1. Chapter 1

                “Peter!” I called. I knew he was a little busy fighting, but it was a natural self-preservation instinct to call out for him to save me. I held on tight to the web he’d shot out for me. I could feel it pulling and getting weaker by the second, the fibers splitting apart from the weight. The gears of the clock would crush it and it would snap under the pressure in a matter of moments.

                I was trying to accept the fact that I’d die. I was holding on, but death would be imminent. I wanted to believe that Pete would be able to save me at the last second, but as I watched him battling Harry, I knew it wasn’t possible. Not this time.

                The gears finally clicked, crushing the web keeping me alive, my lifeline. I felt an assurance that I’d done the right thing, though. It was a good thing I’d followed Pete. He couldn’t have done it without me. As he dove to save me, shooting more web to stop me from falling, I was happy to have died honorably. To have saved New York. Maybe the world. Probably Pete. I’d followed in my father’s footsteps. I had to look forward to seeing my father again now that I’d die. I was lucky that I’d go in Pete’s presence. It was selfish, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I was happy to be with him when I died. I just hoped he wouldn’t take it too hard.


                As I stood at the grave, I couldn’t help thinking this was my fault. In more ways than one. In so many ways. This was my all fault. I buried my face in my hands, then wiped the tears from my eyes, rubbing at them with the palm of my hand. There weren’t even many other people there. What a sad, short lived life. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. I should have been able to stop it. What kind of superhero was I if I wasn’t able to save the people I loved most? What kind of person did that make me? How was I supposed to live with myself?

                “It will all be okay Peter,” Aunt May said comfortingly, coming up behind me and clamping a hand onto my shoulder. “Death is something we all have to experience. After the miserable life he’s had, his dad being the man he was, being shipped off to boarding school, being all alone in this world under the scrutiny of the public eye, and struggling with a disease that he could see was killing him every day, this is probably a relief for him. I’m sure he’s happy to be gone. He’s happy now, wherever he is. Maybe he’s with your Uncle Ben.”

                “I was here for him,” I managed to strain out. It felt like the grief was choking me. “He wasn’t alone in this world.” I was the one here for him and I was the reason he was dead.

                “You’re being too hard on yourself, Pete,” a gentle voice came. Gwen linked her arm through mine. I kissed the top of her head. “I’m so happy I didn’t lose you, too,” I said gruffly, low enough so Aunt May wouldn’t hear. I turned back to his grave. 

                “You didn’t Pete. I’m right here. I’ll always be here,” Gwen said.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” I choked.


                There was no worse feeling in the world than when Gwen Stacy was falling. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I let this girl slip through my fingers. Especially since in this case it would mean falling to her death. Her eyes were wide as I dove after her, shooting a strand of web to catch her.

                No, no, no, I panicked as I realized I wouldn’t be able to save her in time. This couldn’t be happening.

                But suddenly, Gwen Stacy was no longer falling. She was now in the arms of someone I would spend forever trying to repay.

                He was wearing a dark green suit and a little eye mask like green lantern and hovering in the air, holding Gwen. He set her on her feet on the ground and I was immediately embracing her, pulling my mask up and kissing her, pushing her hair out of her face.

                “See, this is why I didn’t want you to come with me,” I told her. “You almost got yourself killed. And who are you?” I asked the mysterious stranger who saved my life in saving Gwen’s.

                “Fly Wolf,” he answered.

                “Funny name,” I remarked. “Listen, you just saved my world right now. Identify yourself so I can thank you properly.”

                “Thanks, but I’ve got to keep my identity a secret. I’ve got people to protect,” he said.

                “Listen, we’re all friends here,” I told him. “My name’s Peter Parker.” I extended my hand.

                “Alright,” he relented, shaking my hand with one hand and removing the mask with the other. “I’m Adam Bryant.”

                 “You have no idea how happy I am to meet you,” I told him. “As my first act of devoting my life to you, I’m going to help you figure out a new superhero name. ‘Fly Wolf’? Really, Adam?” I questioned.

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