Re: log: carnage comes home
"You're not Gwen." It was a whisper, more to himself than to Carnage when the symbiote screamed his name in her voice. Not Gwen. Not Gwen. Peter held his webs steady, let Venom-Flash do his thing, and steeled himself for the blast. The damage to his house was nothing in comparison to the prospect of killing it for good. They couldn't bring Gwen back—thinking of that, of his purpose being gone and just loss left behind made his chest ache—but they could make sure Carnage didn't hurt anyone else. She'd want that.
He expected to be sprayed in red goop. Splattering the walls, him, Venom-Flash, that happened when alien symbiotes exploded. But the girl? That he didn't expect. Wide-eyed, he stared, totally oblivious to Venom consuming Carnage or... whatever it was doing.
Attacking the blonde never occurred to him. It should have, considering that Carnage had been in his bed masquerading as Gwen just minutes ago, but Peter wanted so, so very badly to believe in even the faintest glimmer of hope, and this was something new to cling to. He webbed down from his perch where ceiling met wall, and he nodded to Flash before taking a step towards the girl. "Gwen?"