Re: Peter/Jason
[Where Jason got the bike from was anybody's guess - he certainly hadn't brought it from DC, and it certainly wasn't impossible that he had gently 'liberated' if from a pedestrian in New York somewhere in the service of a good cause.
When he reached the driveway Peter was already there, sprinting for the front gate, and he ditched the bike there. What was that? On the steps?
He didn't have the advantage of being able to jump right over, ad the bike wasn't going to bust through iron, so he climbed over the top, one hand over the other, hauling himself viciously over the top and landing in a short roll before breaking into a sprint. He saw the figure collapsed on the stairs, unmoving, unspeaking, no response to his raw voice when he shouted:] Gwen!
[Nothing. He came to a stop so short beside her that he nearly bashed into Peter Parker, and stretched out a hand to her neck. Her pulse. He needed to find her pulse.
Nothing, at first.
He turned her head. Were her clothes torn? There wasn't even time to be angry yet, he needed to know, and it was so hard to tell if there was anything under his fingers at all aside from his own vicious heart pumping blood and fear to his fingertips.
And then. A pulse, thready and hardly there. He looked up at Peter. It was an unusual expression for him, open and blank.] You're fast, aren't you? [It was open, and raw, spoken quickly. Blank, and in it real fear.] She needs to get to a hospital.