quicklog, chinatown: pete & gwen
[Hello, memories. So maybe asking Gwen to meet at the place where they'd broken up on graduation night (not that he'd wanted to, that was worth noting) wasn't the best idea, but whatever. Peter had no idea what he was doing. Okay, so he had some idea. An idea. So he wanted to see her, was that so wrong? No Harry locked up in the basement, no zombies or other people, just them. No big deal.
And if he kept telling himself that, maybe he'd believe it after, you know, he hit the triple digits.
She had a boyfriend. Gwen was dating someone else. Peter tried really, really hard to drill that into his head, just like he tried to be supportive and not jealous and a bunch of other stuff he thought he should be. Problem was, it wasn't working. And then MJ had go to and bring up how Gwen looked at him, which made him wonder. And wondering drove him nuts. Which was why Pete was early, jeans and sneakers and a hoodie-- and gloves, yeah, Aunt May was big on lecturing about the cold. He'd skipped on the earmuffs, though. No thank you. Speaking of MJ, he kept going back and forth between calling and not calling, worrying and trying to play it cool; she was upset, and probably drunk, but he hoped she'd just gone home and was sleeping it off. Right. Maybe he'd have Aunt May make sure, just in case, and then once he got back from his Vermont trip with Cap he'd check in again. Because everything else aside, all the messed up complicated stuff, he cared. She was his best friend. Gwen was, like, convinced that it was only a matter of time until they ended up together, and maybe back home that might've been true, but things were different here and she really didn't get it. Subtlety? Failed miserably.
He covered his face with his gloved hands and groaned. Harry locked in a box was less complicated than this. Giant lizards and electric men were less complicated than this.]