From The Revenge of the Sinister Six, p.311-312
Spider-Man reached the top of the Brooklyn-side tower within seconds, just in time to see the holographic Gwen Stacy once again tumble over the edge. After all these years, the sight was still like a freshly-opened wound. It only took him a second of searching to find the hidden projector Mysterio had set to constantly replay that terrible moment on infinite loop; he ripped the device from its moorings, knelt beside it, raised both fists over his head, and smashed it flat in an instant.
The hologram died, just as the woman had died all those years ago.
Spider-Mans head felt wobbly. He thought of a beautiful young woman, with hair so blond it was almost white and a faith in people so extreme that it had once been capable of taking his breath away. He thought of her laugh, which had been like wind chimes during a rainstorm
and he thought:
Gwendy.
When you were alive I thought you were the only woman for me.
When you died I thought my world was over.
I was wrong on both counts, Gwendy. It took a long time, but Im old enough now, and smart enough now, to know that whatever happened, things wouldnt have ever worked between us. We were both young and naïve, and too much in love with being in love to realize that we were too different where it counted you wanted a peaceful life, and I wanted crusades.
You wouldnt have been able to adjust to the life I lead, the way Mary Jane has to each and every day.
Thats not the only reason Im madly in love with her; its just one of the reason why that love is possible.
But the way I feel about her now didnt stop me from loving you then, and it doesnt stop me form still missing you now.
I would have liked to still be friends with you Gwendy. I would have liked to see you live a long and happy life.
And whatever grudge they may have against me, the animals Im fighting today made a very big mistake by using your death like it was just the punchline of a sick joke.
Im known for my wisecracks, Gwendy
with and without my mask
but I swear to you right now, that this time Im going to teach them the cost of dancing on your grave.
Uh
Spider-Man?
The web-slinger, who had been kneeling by the smashed projector, turned around and saw a lady SAFE pilot, whose name badge read Annanayo, peering at him from the drivers seat of her hovering aircar. She seemed incredulous. Are you
praying?
Spider-Man thought about it, and said, Yeah, I guess I am. Lets go see your medic.