Re: Marvel: Sharon, Gwen & Steve
Mr. Rogers is nice. [It wasn't the most eloquent of responses. She could list the positives and negatives she'd noted about Mr. Rogers since making his acquaintance instead, then explain how each item was weighted in relation to each other, but she'd learned that most people just didn't think that way, and it made them uncomfortable to realize she quantified a lot of things in a lot of different ways. But in the end, the response would've been nearly the same. More positives than negatives, and Mr. Rogers reminded her a little of her dad and his strict moral compass. She responded well to that, and it all amounted to the Gwen-equivalent of Mr. Rogers is nice.
She watched the loading bay parking with curiosity, and she waited to see if anyone came in response to the button-push to the console. Her world had been much smaller and simpler than this larger landscape, but she'd become used to Avengers and X-Men over the years, so secret button panels were things to be noted, not gawked at.
She collected her globe, her pillow, and one of her bags, and then she started walking with the ease of a New Yorker that had been walking everywhere forever.] Are there rules about boys? I don't think it'll matter too much, but the boys I know tend to have an aversion to doors, ma'am. [Even Harry, in his own entitled way, though she didn't expect to be seeing him either.]