Re: log: carnage comes home
The person in his bed sat up, and Peter stared. Blankets clutched around her, blonde hair, pale skin... she looked scared.
She looked scared.
She.
Her.
Gwen.
But Gwen was dead. His brain picked the worst times to be logical, piping up with that little tidbit of information even though he wished, just once, that it would shut up. Because the one thing he wanted most, so badly the yearning was pain, was for Gwen to be alive. He'd never seen her remains, after all. Never seen any evidence that what SHIELD said was true. All he had was Flash's word, and maybe... maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe SHIELD'd lied. It was possible, right? They'd just waged war out on the streets, it wasn't like they were trustworthy. So maybe, maybe there was a way for Gwen to actually be here, an explanation that didn't involve it not being Gwen.
(But Gwen didn't have green eyes.)
There was that annoying logic again. "Gwen?" His voice came out sounding a lot weaker than he would've liked. "How... You..." He looked at her outstretched hand, torn. Part of him knew he shouldn't touch her, because it might not be her and he couldn't remember if Carnage could shapeshift, could it make itself look like a dead person? (This was something he should know.) But he didn't, and slowly, slowly, Peter reached out to (carefully!) brush his fingers against hers, because if it wasn't Gwen then she'd feel weird, right?