Re: Marvel, training: Flash, Gwen, Peter
[Gwen tugged her blonde hair to tighten her ponytail, and she watched Flash jump out the window. It was a totally common sight for Gwen, who'd been watching Flash in his Venom black longer than she'd been seeing Pete out there, and she wasn't nervous, not about training. Maybe she was a little worried about getting to the docks, but she was already working out a safe route in her head before Peter made that little comment about going slow. Which, of course, made her ever-competitive brain kick into high gear.
Flash made a lot of twists and turns, up down and around, over traffic. Peter was flashy, flips and twists.
Gwen went up and straight, no deviations, no alterations from the course she'd figured in her head, which was super direct. Detours to cut a few minutes off here, there. It had the added bonus of keeping her out of majorly populated areas, even if it totally missed the point of Flash's intended training exercise. Because the competition, for Gwen, became about getting there first, and she saved time by avoiding all those pretty acrobatics.
She didn't even think that they might be worried she'd died or something, since she wasn't on the same path they were.
But she landed on the docks without a scratch on her, and she walked into the old boat warehouse, another tug to her ponytail to bring it flush with her skull again. There, sitting on a table, she waited for the boys.]