Re: AMNH: Gwen & Pete
She wasn't kidding about Carnage, and she gave him a look that just kind of said she thought the Avengers sucked. She was sure the feeling wouldn't last long, but it was currently at its high point, and the downward slope hadn't begun yet. She'd trusted the old set of Avengers, and even the older Ms. Carter, and now it felt like they were floundering out here on their own. She liked Hels' idea about a team and everything, but she was willing to admit that perhaps some mentoring would be a good thing. She'd always had older people in her life that kind of set an example, and that was totally lacking. But like him, she didn't want to focus on any of that. Just like she didn't want to focus on Mary Jane. So. Right. Cheesy music and stuffed bears was as heavy as she wanted to get tonight.
"I am not biased! I have relevant information pertaining to your idea of substantiating data, and I know it's totally bogus. I am merely using that information to deny you," she stated, with that teasing smugness that was always present when they joked around. Then he threatened to go to somebody higher up, and her fake sound of outrage came with a hand to her mouth and everything. "Did you really just threatened to talk to my supervisor, Peter Parker?" As for his suit, she glanced down at it, and she grabbed it a second later. She moved faster than she should be able to, but that was all, and she held it up and dangled it in front of him before dropping it again. "You kind of need to work on keeping hold of your pjs, bug boy. And I'm an expert in dino speak, okay? Even the bones talk to me," she insisted, but she couldn't keep a straight face. She tried, but she so failed. Everywhere failure, and her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much, which was crazy when life was a complete mess.
"Forever is a very logical measurement of time," she insisted as she curtsied to the bear, and she looked over her shoulder and pretended his laughter was completely distracting from her bear dancing activities. Totally distracting, yep. She was about to vociferously defend Mr. Bear's killer dance moves when she heard the quietly familiar snickt of the web (which kind of reminded her she was supposed to be confessing things. Oops?), and she turned to accuse of him bear-webbing.
She only managed to turn a little bit before the web caught her hip, and that was so familiar that it made her heart catch in her throat. The yank made her spin, like it always did, and she caught herself with fingers against his shoulders and a little sound of surprised outrage that was genuine. It took her a second to stop, um, staring kind of? And she was kind of breathless, which had nothing to do with a lack of breathable oxygen in the exhibit. "I don't know, Peter. Mr. Bear has some pretty impressive moves." (Not looking at his mouth. Just friends. Just friends. Just friends.)