Re: Peter/Jason
[It went against every instinct Jason had to let Peter sling Gwen up and whisk her off to the hospital. Only the fact that he'd be following as fast as the bike could go kept that thought, the thought of her strangled heartbeat, from constricting him completely. He climbed the iron gates again, fast as he could move, and kicked the bike off from nothing to top speed by the time he hit the end of the driveway.
It wasn't easy dodging traffic in New York, but he'd been riding since well before he'd been kicked into the pit. He ducked in and out of traffic, glancing up for a flash of red and blue, and more than once had to make a hard turn around pedestrians, strollers, and cars backed up at thick intersections. He popped up onto the sidewalk to skip around a hot dog vendor and narrowly missed a woman exiting a department store. It was a miracle he didn't get pegged by the cops, but not everybody could swing above traffic, so he made do.
He got to the hospital about twenty seconds after Peter did, and left the bike on its side outside the doors to the ER, running in just in time to see them rolling Gwen away, out of reach. He had a flash of Damian, people dying in other places and behind closed doors, places he couldn't be.
A pair of nurses put their hands on his chest when he tried to follow the gurney in, knowing full well they'd do just that. He got a last glimpse of her before it rounded the corner, and then she was out of sight. It cut straight through to his gut, and there was no disguising the bitterness of too-late and not-good-enough because it already ran so deep.
Gwen was going to be okay, because she had to be. He was good at that, functioning like everything was and would continue to be fine. He turned back to Parker and his bug-eyed mask.] Osborn? [One word. There was nothing he could do here, but putting a bullet in Gwen's ex would sure as shit make the world seem safer for her. He was ready to get back on the bike and go, in whatever direction seemed most likely.]