Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen
She wasn't entirely surprised that he didn't readily return the embrace. She and Harry had been friends since they were small, but in high school he'd kind of become super popular, and she toed the line between outcast and not, and they just didn't move in the same circles anymore. Peter was his best friend, and Gwen wasn't even sure how much Harry knew about the stuff Peter did in his pjs. So, it wasn't that they were strained or anything, but they weren't super close, not like when they were small and made all kinds of plans for futures that were completely intertwined. It made her kind of sad, but she still trusted the foundation they'd built enough to ask him to come, and she was super glad he had.
"Me too. Eighteen. Um, last week. And graduation is in a few days for both of us. At least it is where I'm from, and I know the timelines are kind of messed up, and I'm not going to ask why you're young, because I think I deliberately refrained from informing myself about future stuff, so I totally shouldn't ask." She had no idea of any of the bad things that awaited her (or him) after graduation. She was a blank, and the only really terrible thing that had befallen her life was the death of her dad the year before.
So, whether she was his version, or whether she was a clone was a completely unanswerable question, given current circumstances. And she didn't even know it was a thing that had happened. She didn't know about Goblins, and she didn't know about hotels - she was trying super hard not to ask about the latter.
She took the coffee, and she sucked sugar through the straw with only a few seconds of guilt over the sheer toxicity she was sucking into her body. "Oh. Right." She reached into the messenger bag, and she pulled out the hard drive and handed it to him. "It's super important, and it needs to get to Peggy Carter. There are a bunch of agents outside, but they're looking for me. They won't follow you."