Marvel: Sharon, Gwen & Steve
[Gwen had, true to her word, caught a cab to the storage facility her mom had put everything into before selling the condo. She'd been there once, when she'd moved in with Flash, but it had been years and everything inside was dusty. She'd taken appropriate cleaning supplies and clothing that she didn't care about, and she'd filled two bags with items from years earlier. She'd have to buy some new clothes, unless she could get Harry to respond to her post, but that wouldn't be difficult. It would only require a phone call to the lawyer and permission from her mom.
Pillow tucked under her arm and the globe her dad had got her for her sixteenth birthday in her hand, she'd taken the cab back to Stark Tower and waited outside for Ms. Carter to arrive.
Now, she was sitting quietly in the passenger's seat, grey knee-highs, a short terry-cloth skirt in grey and an old blue t-shirt from Midtown High. Her feet were crossed at the ankles, and she was looking out the window, lost in thought. It took a few seconds for her to realize she'd been spoken to, and she looked over at Ms. Carter with an apologetic look.] I'm sorry. I was a little distracted. Next week sounds great. Thanks again. I know you were under no obligation to assist me.