Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
When his voice turned gentle, her stomach did flips. There was a science behind it, her physical reaction to his voice and his touch, but all she felt was flips and butterflies and the nervousness she'd always felt when he looked her way. She'd felt that for her Peter once, when they'd been kids together, but that had transferred itself to Harry so long ago that she didn't remember what it felt like to want Peter Parker anymore. "We should nap," she suggested, because he was the embodiment of exhaustion, and she wanted to make those dark circles beneath his eyes disappear. Sleep was the logical solution, but part of her just wanted the softness of bedsheets and the feel of his arms.
She shook her head when he asked his question, and she moved ahead of him to the stairs, intent on guiding him upward to the sweet coolness that she'd already started to picture with enough vibrancy to make the hallway to the stairs ten-degrees colder than it had been moments earlier.
When he grabbed her hand, she stopped. She looked at him. "I know. I keep telling them they don't need to worry. You'll make me better. You'll let me take the risks I want to take in order to be normal again. If you find a cure, I know Oscorp will monetize it. And that's okay." She didn't think they would bottle what she could do and sell it off; it was too dangerous. It was too big.
She worked on the buttons of her shirt with her free hand, and her cornflower blue eyes were coaxing shyness. "Lie down with me?"