Central Park: Gwen/Harry Who: Gwen & Harry What: Meeting Where: Central Park When: Nowish Warnings/Rating: Who knows! TBD.
Visiting Central Park's carousel at night was like stepping into a memory from high school. Gwen could actually remember the bite in the Fall air, and the taste of ice cream, and the way the crowd had needed to move around her Peter, because they weren't moving for anyone. It was an old memory, and she knew the sepia edges of remembrance had everything to do with the way the brain lost details with time and distance, making things less crisply remembered. But all the scientific information in the world wouldn't change the fact that the memory was a hazy overlay on the evening as she approached the selfsame carousel.
When she messaged Harry, she hadn't really anticipated a response. She'd done it partly because of Mary Jane's concern, and she'd done it partly because she'd been counting days as she waited for him to contact her. A month passed, and she'd always known she was the last choice on a list of choices that were headed up by a girl with red hair and a much more ready smile. She'd always wanted to be Mary Jane Watson, but somewhere along the way she'd simply accepted that all the pretending in the world wasn't going to alter her personality sufficiently to make her sparkle like the redhead.
But Harry had asked her to come. A striped grey top, a pair of jeans tucked into red boots, a matching beanie in red over her blonde hair, and she walked up to the carousel and stopped, hands in her pockets.