Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen
She watched him. She was hoping that his behavior would give her some clue about what was going on, because then maybe she could allay his fears. Okay, so maybe it was the agents outside, but he'd seemed completely nonplussed about them earlier, and she knew she was missing some big (and maybe terrible) piece of the puzzle. But how bad could it really be? She was alive in the future, so it wasn't like she died or anything. She wasn't even like messed up, right? She'd left herself coherent notes, and the things included indicated a life that was maybe super brave and not tied to a lab or microscope.
But Harry was totally panicking; she wasn't sure she'd ever heard him whine like that. His shoulders dropped a second later, and she didn't like the sad expression that settled on his features. It reminded her of when his mom died, and she kind of wanted to hug him again. She considered pros and cons for a split second, and then she just did what she wanted to, and she hugged him, careful not to slosh the sweet coffee drink all over his designer duds.
"I won't go anywhere alone. Deal? I can hang out here until it's safe. If I can't get Peter or Flash to answer, I'll wait for you to come get me." Which was totally anti-feminism, but making him feel better was more important than her own need to kick ass for women everywhere.
"Just go find Ms. Carter, okay?" She nudged at him.