Re: log: carnage comes home
It was a good thing Flash was there, because Peter? Was absolutely useless. He stared, and he stared, because he'd been so sure he'd lost Gwen again, so sure that he'd never see her again—maybe a different her, but not her—and now he was torn between throwing logic out the window and trying to rationalize what he was seeing. She looked like Gwen. Talked like Gwen. And Carnage was gone, Venom had— eaten it, or whatever, so it couldn't be the symbiote again. Could it? He started to shake his head when Gwen said she would go, because he didn't think that was a good idea; luckily, Flash had the words he didn't. Flash could keep a level head. Flash could explain.
His expression became something pained when she said he consumed me, and he'd had no idea that Carnage could recreate a host, no idea at all. He felt like he should say something, but he didn't know what. "Gwen—" Just that, a quiet sound, one word, when tears spilled over her lashes, but she didn't look at him, so he swallowed and said nothing else. There was goop in his hair, or something, and Peter focused on wiping that away instead.
He looked up when Flash said his name. Right. Supervise. He could do that. "Yeah. Okay." Tests were a good idea. He'd go wherever he was needed.