Re: quicklog: gwen s/jason t
[Gwen had sneaked out of the hospital. She didn't want to be lying there, in that bed, the next morning. She didn't heal quickly enough to not die, because that might be super useful or something, but she healed faster than she should. By morning, she knew her dislocated shoulder would just be slightly red, and she knew the entire syringe of sedative would be absent from her bloodstream. She didn't want anyone asking questions, so remaining there wasn't an option, and she could worry better at the lab anyway.
She returned to Chinatown, where she alternated between pacing, checking the police bands, and working on a reversal for a serum she didn't have a current working sample of. Whatever Harry had used on himself, it wasn't the formula he'd used in the garage all those months ago. If that serum was still in his blood, then mixing it with whatever had caused this alteration would result in an entirely new cocktail, and she had no idea where to begin.
But she worked anyway. Flash didn't return home, and her attempts to contact Harry and Peter fell on deaf ears. She learned about Mary Jane, and she just worked harder to obliterate the belief that Harry could possibly kill someone he loved as much as he'd loved the redhead.
By the time the news came across the bands about Emily being missing, Gwen was already considering suiting up, even though she didn't think her shoulder could handle the webs yet; not until morning.
This, going to see the little girl that had been bouncing around the system for over a month, wasn't exactly a distraction. It was a responsibility, and she was unbelievably relieved that Jason had managed to get her out, but she was too worried to stop worrying altogether, which probably showed when she walked into the room with the propped open door.
Sweats and a Spider-Man t-shirt, hair in a messy ponytail, she looked less put together than she ever had before. She was still bruised up from her altercation with Harry, her neck sporting the worst of it with an angry bruise from the unforgiving stab of the needle there.
She didn't even stop to look around the space, and Emily looked up right away, the noise of feet catching her attention. The little girl only knew her as her brother's friend, but that was enough. The tiny blonde head swiveled to regard Jason, checking to see if it was okay to move, always seeking permission. But Gwen took the initiative and went to sit by the window immediately, with a little smile back at Jason once she was settled and being handed an invisible teacup.]