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Most Definitely Gwen Stacy, and Not Carnage (seered) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-06-10 18:27:00

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!marvel comics, *log, flash thompson, peter parker

log: carnage comes home
Who: Carnage, Peter Parker, Flash Thompson
What: "Gwen Stacy" goes back to Aunt May's house to recuperate.
Where: Aunt May's house
When: After the fight on the Turnpike.
Warnings/Rating: Creepiness.

It comes in through the bedroom window, slides through a gap the width of a needle as smoothly and easily as water pouring through a sieve. By the time it's completely reached the other side, it's Gwen Stacy.

It is Gwen Stacy.

Well, it's close, anyway. It's blonde, and the face is right, but the eyes are green. The hair is too long, hanging well past the shoulders. The hands are too small, just a little, and it's a few inches too tall. But it is Gwen Stacy.

It needs somewhere quiet, somewhere safe. This house will be safe for Gwen Stacy. The people here care about her, love her, and want her to be alive. It knew how to find the bedroom of the boy because it remembers, and here is the bed Gwen Stacy remembers also.

The room smells familiar. The bed smells familiar. InTO tHE BeD.

Gwen Stacy climbs in. Yes, familiar and safe. She'll be safe here, and the woman who owns the house, (Aunt May, a crackling static voice fills in) isn't at home. She pulls the blankets over her naked shoulders. She is bare, as if she were only just born, and she buries her face in the pillow.

She feels her face melt away. She waits, tense, for a moment, and it all comes back again. The eyes are brown now, probably.

She clings to the soft pillow and smells its smell, like Peter Parker. She presses her tongue to the pillowcase. It is human, soft and pink.

Yes. Safe.

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log: carnage comes home

likeaspider
2015-06-11 03:44 am UTC (link)

Peter was tired. He was tired and he was miserable because yeah, sure, helping people was great but he'd lost Carnage again. By the time he'd had a chance to look there was no sign of it anywhere, and he'd ended up webslinging around in circles.

Where would it go? He had no idea. Somewhere quiet? Secluded? Too many options, and no way to track it.

All he wanted to do now was sleep. He knew Aunt May wouldn't be home but he came in through his bedroom window anyway, because it was habit, and he was kind of on autopilot. Still suited up, he climbed up over the sill and tugged off his mask as soon as his feet hit the ground. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out, a long exhale; it could get stuffy in there sometimes. And so much'd happened in the past few days that taking a few seconds to breathe, it made him feel a little less like he was suffocating.

He shuffled toward the bed with a yawn, and he wasn't even planning on changing. No, the plan was to yank the top part of his suit over his head and fall into bed, but... someone else was already there.

Normally he didn't spook easily but this, this spooked him. Alarm bells sounded in his head and he stumbled back with a yelp, banging into his bedside table and knocking over his lamp.

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Re: log: carnage comes home

seered
2015-06-11 04:20 am UTC (link)

She turned her head, starting at the presence of someone else. Ah, Peter Parker. She sat straight up in the bed, alarmed.

"Peter." She still clutched the blankets around her. She seemed frightened, and weakened. Her skin was pale, too pale, but the eyes were right, now. That is, back to green, so still wrong, but closer. Closer every time. She ran through a hundred memories of Peter Parker, her Peter Parker, and she reached out a hand to him. "Peter, it's okay. It's me." Her eyes were frightened, but beseeching. Her hand looked warm, pink, and human. There was nothing alien here, only a frightened, confused girl, who seemed as surprised to be in Peter's bed as he was to find her there.