Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[There existed the possibility that the things she'd said would've caused eventual embarrassment, if she thought about them long enough. But certain things had lost some of their impact after the whole Carnage thing. For example, it seemed kind of stupid to worry about Mary Jane in the wake of dying and being cloned, and maybe being super shy about the things they'd done in the past was just more of the same.
But she didn't get the chance to let that realization settle, because the world fell in on them, and she didn't even know how much time had passed when her eyes opened again.
She was surrounded by plaster, stone and dirt, and the air was thin and dusty. She could tell they were far underground, and that pushing a few stones aside wouldn't expose them to any kind of air. She tried to calculate how much time she had, how much stale air was left in her grave, and she tried not to think about bones in Olivet Cemetery, and she tried not to extrapolate percentages of probability that all this just meant she was supposed to remain dead.
It helped that Harry was there somewhere, and it gave Gwen something to focus on. She hadn't used her abilities since being cloned. She knew they were there, and she could feel them, but she hadn't actively done anything with them. But strength, she knew, was one of the things that came with the package, and she grunted as she tossed off the plaster that pinned her. She was scratched up, bruised, and her left arm hung useless from her shoulder socket. But she didn't think she was bleeding internally, and she was willing to take that as a massive plus.]
HARRY! [She coughed, and she started fighting her way through layers of plaster. The brick was harder, heavier, and it took a few tries for her with each piece at first, and finally she saw a shoe amid the darkness, and she crawled toward it, hands and knees and tears on dirty cheeks at the pain in her shoulder.] HARRY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?