InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "jen knows the muffin man"

Gwen was (ex_first621) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-09-27 20:29:00

Entry tags:

!marvel comics, *log, *voice, gwen stacy, harry osborn

Harry O
[Call to Harry O]

[Early morning, while still hiding in the Morgan Library & Museum, and still aged down (thanks, Gotham!). Flash isn't answering texts, and she can't get Peter to text or pick up, despite trying a bunch of times overnight. She doesn't actually know who is around and who isn't, so she tries Harry next. Ring.]

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

sybarite
2015-09-30 04:22 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, I'll contact her." Harry promised with another glance down to the hard drive. He tucked it into a white suited arm and set his barely touched coffee drink aside on a surface that would probably make museum personnel frown due to condensation. He didn't understand how someone's diary diary could be so problematic, but he believed Gwen when she said that she'd been followed here. Which was why his expression crumbled a moment later when she insisted he go.

"You want me to just leave you here?" He frowned hard. A line formed between his eyebrows, and Harry seemed at once pained and insulted when she mentioned Flash and Peter in the same breath. Yeah, okay. He got it, he wasn't a superhero or whatever, but neither was she.

"But you won't have the hard drive anymore. They can't take it from you. Can't you just leave after I do?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

ex_first621
2015-09-30 04:27 am UTC (link)

"If I leave, they'll think the hard drive is leaving, which means I can't go. They'll think you're a patron, and they won't pay any attention to you, since they're looking for me to try and slip past them," she informed him, like she'd been thinking about it for a long time. "If I leave after you do, they'll still think I have the hard drive, and they'll pursue me. If I have to, I'll call an old friend of my dad's, okay? I'm going to be fine. I already lost them once getting here."

She shrugged her shoulders with youthful confusion, and she knew there was more to all of this than Ms. Carter being locked up somewhere. "I don't know why they want me, but they mentioned me and Doctor Banner, and they knew I was going to Ms. Carter - the other Ms. Carter - to her place. But none of that matters right now, or I would've left myself information about their interest in me. I didn't leave myself that information, and I don't think that was just an oversight. So, if the only thing I thought was important involved getting to that hard drive, then it's the thing we need to focus on. Okay?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

sybarite
2015-09-30 04:49 am UTC (link)

"Okay," he tried to follow her logic. She didn't seem worried, only about getting the hard drive where it needed to go. "Okay," Harry repeated without realizing it, and he attention strayed to the exit of the museum. He was chewing on his lip and she wanted him to leave. He wanted to, she was asking something so simple of him, but there was this deep discomfort brewing in his chest. It was like some misplaced deja-vu, and that wasn't weird considering his jumbled memories, but this was different somehow.

And then, all at once, he knew why. "But you're in a library!" Was he shouting? His voice seemed too loud, fighting to gain leverage over the panicked skip of his heartbeat. This was a museum, but it was also a library, and she couldn't just ask him to leave her here. Not after what happened last time she was at a library by herself.

He paced a bit, rubbing at his eyes with one hand while he held the hard drive close with the other. He lowered his voice in a whisper to himself, "I can't believe this." Then, like lightning leaping from cloud to ground, he looked at her. Conflicted and hurt, "Don't ask me to do that."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

ex_first621
2015-09-30 05:51 am UTC (link)

She wasn't worried. Okay. No. Correction. She wasn't too worried. She didn't have any reason to be, because she wasn't particularly fatalistic, not at this point in her life. In fact, she was kind of in a totally immortal phase, which was maybe kind of Peter's fault. He was always around to save her from stuff, and she kind of thought herself as capable as him, even though she didn't have any of the powers to go along with that capability. But she didn't think the agents outside would kill her, because death wasn't particularly high on her list of future concerns. Picking a college was totally at the top of that list, and Peter being busy all the time was high on that list, but dying via agents outside this library didn't even register on the scale of concerns.

Not that she wasn't planning on being careful, because she was planning on being careful. But it was standard careful, not some heightened version of it. So, when he screamed, she kind of just stared. She could see the signs of panic on him, but she was at a complete loss as to why he was exhibiting those particular signs.

"Harry." He paced, and she grabbed at his arm, tugging his hand down from where it was rubbing his eye. "We're technically in a library within a museum, but why does that matter?" She was completely confused, cornflower blue regarding him with absolutely no understanding of the conflict he seemed to currently be dealing with. "Okay, tell me what I'm not asking you to do, so that I can un-ask."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

sybarite
2015-09-30 06:04 am UTC (link)

Harry was frustrated, yes. Panicking, definitely. But he didn't think there was any way that Gwen could not be making this connection on her own. She'd only just got through with dying at a library, getting torn apart, or eaten, or whatever had happened to her. It was the kind of thing that Harry spent a lot of time determinedly not thinking about, except that now he was thinking about it and he couldn't stop. His fucking head wouldn't stop, and his breathing tripped, inhales coming a little bit faster until she grabbed his arm and jarred him out of whatever loop his stoned paranoid had let him slip into.

"I can't." It was a whine, but no sort of tantrum. He couldn't tell her because, as he reminded himself in that moment, Gwen had no idea. It wasn't just her dying, either. She didn't have an idea about any of it. So this is what it felt like to be erased, no wonder everyone had been so completely done with him when he'd lost his memory.

Harry's shoulders dropped, defeated. He looked sad. "I'm just… worried. About you. You said they're waiting for you out there."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

ex_first621
2015-10-01 07:54 pm UTC (link)

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.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

sybarite
2015-10-02 06:11 am UTC (link)

She didn't get it at all. She had no idea why he was worried, why she was frustrating him. So, this is what that felt like. He got it now, he understood. This was what it was like for everybody else when he forgot important stuff. Harry shook his head, unreceptive to her nudge. He barely swayed, and he didn't smile. Rather, he looked to the floor with eyebrows drawn in, pinched center and petulant. "Yeah," he murmured as a kind of confirmation that he would go. That was what she wanted, and she didn't care that he was worried about her. She didn't care because she didn't know, and she only didn't know because of whatever was going on in Gotham.

Not that it mattered really, because even if she had known, Gwen's everlong sway toward danger was a constant. How many close calls had there been before her actual death? Harry wasn't sure, he couldn't remember them, but he was sure that they were there. He was sure that there were numerous close calls, and there would be numerous more until she died again. But worrying was fruitless because it would all keep happening, this would keep happening.

And maybe he couldn't stop it, but he could stop from worrying about it so much. That was an idea. "Yeah, I'll go find her." A promise, as he tucked the hard drive inside of his white jacket.

Then, "Just... be careful." And he turned around to leave her, just like she asked. Even his frozen coffee drink was left behind to melt.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen

ex_first621
2015-10-02 04:57 pm UTC (link)

She didn't know what was causing his face to turn in expressive thought. But he murmured and agreed, and she felt a real desire to understand the future that caused him to look at her like that. It wasn't even concern, not alone. It was something with history behind it, a list of things that caused it into being, causality, and she recognized that all these things had been deliberately left absent in the information she'd provided to herself.

But, she couldn't focus on that. She had to make sure the hard drive got where it needed to go, or all this would be totally for nothing. So, she put all additional thoughts of curiosity behind. "Thanks, Harry."

She watched the hard drive disappear into his jacket, and she repeated the contact information as she knew it - Peggy Carter, Peggy C on the journals, aunt of Sharon Carter, and then she nodded when he told her to be careful. She'd talked to Jason, too, and he would help if she couldn't get in touch with Peter or Flash, though she didn't really want to think too hard about the possibility of neither Peter nor Flash existing in this future. No, she was going to think positively, and she had three options to get out of this place with assistance; she'd be fine.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -