Omnitrix in MCU

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Ben had intended to head home for the night, but as he passed by his lab, he noticed the faint glow of a monitor still on. Curiosity piqued, he peeked inside and saw Gwen hunched over a workstation, fiddling with something. Raising an eyebrow, he casually leaned against the doorway.

"Hey, Gwen. Need some help with whatever you're cooking?" Ben's voice carried an easygoing lilt, but the suddenness of it made Gwen jolt like a cat caught in the rain. She turned, her expression tense, like she'd just been caught committing a crime.

"Oh! N-Nothing!" she stammered, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I was just, uh, finishing up some work. What are you doing here? Aren't you usually home by now?"

Ben shrugged, stepping further inside. "Had some things to wrap up. Thought you said you were going out with your parents for some wedding thing tonight?"

Gwen stiffened before answering a little too quickly. "Well, uh, the wedding got canceled. Plans changed."

Ben tilted his head. "Canceled? Why?"

Without thinking, Gwen blurted out, "The groom had an affair."

Ben blinked in surprise, then let out a low whistle. "Oof. Feels bad for the guy."

Gwen gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Y-yeah… really bad."

Ben chuckled at her odd reaction but decided to let it slide. Instead, he tilted his head towards the door. "Wanna grab dinner?"

Gwen hesitated for a split second before something shifted in her expression. Normally, she'd turn red or stutter out an excuse, but tonight, she met his gaze with an almost playful boldness. "Sure. Let's go."

The restaurant they ended up at was a small, cozy Italian place tucked into the corner of a quieter street. Dim lighting, soft instrumental music, and the warm scent of fresh bread in the air—it was nothing fancy, but it felt… right.

Ben had barely picked up the menu when Gwen snatched it from his hands with a smirk. "You always order the same thing. Let me pick for you tonight."

Ben blinked, surprised at the sudden assertiveness. "Oh? So you think you know my taste better than I do?"

Gwen leaned her elbows on the table, her smirk widening. "I know you well enough. Just trust me."

Ben raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, boss. Let's see what you've got."

A few minutes later, their food arrived, and Ben was genuinely stunned. Not only had Gwen ordered for him, but she'd picked things no one should have known he liked—things he barely even thought to order himself.

"Okay, I have to ask," Ben said after taking a bite. "How did you know I liked this? I don't think I've ever ordered this in front of you."

Gwen shrugged, her expression unreadable but amused. "I pay attention."

Ben felt an odd warmth creep into his chest. "Well, color me impressed."

As they ate, Gwen continued to surprise him. Normally, she had a certain shyness about her, a hesitance that lingered in the air. But tonight, she was different. Bolder. More playful. She leaned in when she spoke, made teasing remarks, and even stole food from his plate with a cheeky grin.

At one point, she caught him staring. "What?"

Ben shook his head, smirking. "Nothing. Just not used to this side of you."

Gwen rested her chin on her hand, gazing at him with an expression he couldn't quite read. "Maybe you just never looked hard enough."

For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. The sounds of the restaurant faded, the warm glow of the candle between them flickering softly. There was something in the air, unspoken but heavy with meaning.

Ben exhaled, breaking the moment with a chuckle. "Guess I'll have to start paying more attention, huh?"

Gwen laughed, and just like that, the moment passed. But something lingered. Something unspoken, but understood.

Gwen smirked as she slid a plate toward him. "Here, try this. I ordered it for you."

Ben arched a brow, slightly amused but also genuinely curious. He hadn't even looked at the menu when she ordered. "You ordered for me?"

Gwen rested her chin on her palm, watching him intently. "Yeah. You always pretend to be indecisive, but I've seen what you like. Just eat."

Ben took a bite, and his eyes widened. It was perfect. The exact balance of flavors he loved. He swallowed and leaned back with a smirk. "Alright, Gwen Stacy. I see you've been doing some detective work on me."

She laughed softly, stirring her drink with her straw. "Maybe I have. Maybe I just know you better than you think."

Ben couldn't stop grinning. The conversation flowed effortlessly, teasing remarks, small moments of silence that weren't awkward but instead comfortable. He had gone on dates before, sure, but nothing quite like this. There was something about tonight that felt... right.

And then, at the worst possible moment, his phone buzzed.

Ben groaned, already dreading whatever was about to pull him away from this perfect night. He pulled the phone from his pocket and saw Peter's name on the screen.

"Ugh," Ben muttered. "Of course, it's him."

Gwen tilted her head. "Work?"

"Let's find out," Ben said before answering. "Yeah, Pete, what is it?"

Peter's voice was tense, urgent. "Ben, I found them. They're in an abandoned factory on the west side. Come quick."

Ben's mood plummeted instantly. His expression fell, and he exhaled through his nose, rubbing his forehead. "Damn, man. Your timing sucks. Can't this wait until tomorrow?"

Peter sounded dumbfounded. "No? What—are you seriously asking me that right now? You coming, or am I doing this solo?"

Ben sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, chill. I'm coming."

He ended the call and looked at Gwen, guilt creeping into his face. "It's work."

Gwen leaned back in her chair, observing him carefully. "I figured. You suddenly look like you've been told to leave your own birthday party."

Ben ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I want to drop you home, but—"

Gwen cut him off before he could finish. "Don't worry about it," she said, her voice calm but firm. "I'll grab a taxi. Work is important."

Ben frowned, feeling like absolute crap. "I promise this won't happen again."

Gwen gave a small smile, but there was something behind it—something he couldn't quite place. Then, as he stood up, ready to leave, she whispered under her breath, "Don't promise something you can't keep, Ben."

But Ben was already gone, running toward his car. He didn't hear it.

Gwen watched as he disappeared into the night, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. The restaurant's ambient noise filled the silence he left behind, but her mind was elsewhere.