Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
When Harry Osborn snapped at Gwen, Jason very nearly shoved him off the chair and into the water. "Shut the fuck up, will you?" he snapped, which wasn't going to help Gwen calm down any, but cheered him up immensely.
Bruce, of course, was much more on point, eyes locked with Gwen, forcing her into ritual to calm her down. He could hear Emily getting closer, and he began gauging the distance between the armchair and the door. If he jumped, could he make it? Was anything close enough? Was anyone going to try to warn the girl away? Christ, this had all gone downhill fast.
Jason had been ready to step across to the coffee table and then to another armchair in a bid to get to the door, but then there was no water, only a thick layer of powder that looked a hell of a lot like explosive, and smelled acrid in the thick air of the room. "Gwen," he said, warning, without thinking. Had she just turned the room into a fucking bomb? She had just turned the room into a fucking bomb.
He tried to think of something harmless to feed her, but in the end, not distracting her seemed like the best move. "Keep going," he said, voice as steady as he could make it. "What comes - what comes after magnesium?"
The periodic table was probably the only thing that could save their lives.