Marvel, training: Flash, Gwen, Peter
[Flash had no problem getting up at dawn and that probably surprised fucking no one. He was sleeping a lot better, which was good, and going to sleep a lot earlier, which was a bit alarming. Most of his time was spent playing video games, going to physical therapy and feeling sorry for himself. Sometimes he could mask the feeling sorry for himself part by patrolling and helping other people. That seemed normal and he never got too violent or angry with anyone. Just kept the peace and helped people that couldn't help themselves.
But, he didn't want to stretch Venom too thin and if he was going to let it take the wheel for training the spiders, it needed as much time away from him as possible. So, early to bed, early to rise it was for Flash Thompson. He was awake first and he made pancakes and bacon for the two love birds which didn't turn out half bad. The bacon had to be made in the oven and there was a lot of moving his kitchen stool around so he could make pancakes, but he managed. And he was pretty proud of that. Proud enough that he didn't even start crying.
When breakfast came around, he tried to act like he didn't give a damn if they wanted to eat his food or not and spent most of his time looking at his phone.] Less people on the street. Less crime to worry about. Plenty of light to see where you land. It's ideal. [He chewed on a piece of bacon and reached for his coffee.]