cv (ephemeras) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-04-29 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, flash thompson, gwen stacy, peter parker |
Marvel, training: Flash, Gwen, Peter
[Gwen hadn't slept well, and it kind of showed.
Sitting at the breakfast table of the Gramercy apartment that had seen mutants and tiny Gods alike, she was track-pants and a long-faded shirt from Midtown high, the thumb-holes indicating it had probably belonged to one of the many precursor Peters. Her hair was neatly pulled back, and her cornflower blue eyes were slow-blink sleepy. She nursed some green tea, which was warm but offered limited caffeine benefits, and she was considering a protein pancake. The sun was just beginning to think about warming up the sky, and she flipped the pages in the book she was reading on host/parasitic relationships, as if the words on the page were going to somehow provide some heretofore unknown insight to Carnage's psyche.
She'd begun work on a new containment unit, and the thing was in the corner of the kitchen, pieces of pieces, and she should really go steal the old one from Stark Tower. She could just ask Mr. Rogers, but she wasn't inclined to do that, and her dad would forgive her from his grave if she resorted to theft this one time. She didn't have her own lab anymore, and building anything as complicated as a containment unit was kind of beyond her currently available materials. They should probably get the suit repaired too, since it might be the only way to get the symbiote off whoever it decided was good enough to permanently host it.
Thinking about that made her shudder, and she flipped the page on the book and then headdesk'ed, cheek against the crisp pages as she gave up on reading altogether.] Why does training have to happen so early? [Yep, that was totally whiny.]