Re: AMNH: Gwen & Pete
His days of webbing Gwen to cars and other stationary objects were behind him (probably), but that didn't mean Peter wasn't still tempted. Carnage was dangerous, he knew that much even without knowing every little detail--which he should really get on fixing--and it had already attacked her before, hadn't it? If the symbiote found someone to bond with then it could go after her again; he wasn't letting that happen. Maybe she was all fatalistic and stuff, but that didn't mean he was going to sit back and let her die either. No way. He'd messed up with Silent Hill, okay, yeah, but he'd learned from his mistakes.
"Biased and a liar," he informed her, trying for smug and ending up grinning like an idiot instead. And he knew she was kidding, because if he'd actually thought he hurt her feelings, well, then he'd be backtracking like whoa to fix it. He gasped in mock outrage when she threatened to name him as the master of talking to dinosaur bones, and his eyes narrowed, more exaggeration. "You wouldn't dare."
The fondness in her smile made him stare, but it was her agreement, that yeah, that made the old butterflies start flapping up a storm in his stomach. He kind of laughed, a little, and he exhaled quietly when she glanced over her shoulder to look at the bear. Right. Okay, he was cool. Totally cool. "Not that much taller," he protested, like a stupid stuffed bear was really the biggest competition he had to deal with. If only. He was maybe a tiny bit disappointed when she stepped back, but nope, he didn't let it show. No way. Besides, she was still close, but the problem was... he didn't actually have any moves. Not when it came to dancing, at least. But he couldn't admit that, so he'd just have to wing it. "Okay. Sure. No problem."
Wing it, Peter. Right. One hand on her waist, the other wrapped up in hers, and he led her in... something like dancing. A cross between a sway and a waltz, except he didn't know what a waltz was-- but hey, people in movies did it, and it looked good.