cv (ephemeras) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-04-01 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, gwen stacy, peter parker |
AMNH: Gwen & Pete
Who: Gwen and Pete
What: Museums and a confession? Maybe.
Where: American Museum of Natural History
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Bad puns?
It would be a vast understatement to say Gwen didn't actually have time to go playing around in a darkened museum, but she was still young enough to be able to logic away poor choices by blaming them on immaturity, and she did precisely that when she arrived at the American Museum of Natural History after closing, where she knew the night custodian well; he'd been a good friend of her dad's, an old war veteran with a white beard and a face that looked like it remembered trenches way too well. But Gwen had known him since she was small, and he was the same in this world as he'd been in hers. As a result, this was her third post-closing foray into the darkened museum. She'd taken Hels there one night last year, and Harry had first kissed her in front of Cro-Magnon man. Tonight, the custodian (Uncle Bob) gave her a grandfather's smile, and he let her in the service entrance and promised to let the "dorky kid" that followed her in the same way.
Gwen was dressed down, because skirts and dresses weren't going to work very well for what she had planned. And she had planned. In her Gramercy apartment, there was a list with the pros and cons of all possible conversation routes for "I kind of stole your superpower gig," and while she'd memorized them all, they were mostly forgotten now that she was actually walking through the darkened halls of the museum with Peter's suit in the backpack she had slung over her shoulder. Said suit had been swiped while Peter half-dozed in some general education class that had been way too easy to locate for the girl who attended the same university as him and had some pretty sweet spidey senses working for her these days.
After much consideration, she draped Pete's red-and-blue footsies over the neck of Anatotitan, and she webbed herself up to the ledge of one of the tall windows in the Hall of Ornithischian Dinosaurs. Sitting on the sill, she waited, her iPhone earbuds tucked in her ears and Ms. Carter's 80s playlist playing.