Re: osborn estate: gwen & pete
[There wasn't much to do while he waited. Flash was gone. MJ was dead. Jess had vanished, poof, and Cap had his memories wiped or whatever. And Harry? Harry was still out cold. There wasn't anyone to talk to. All he had was Tony freakin' Stark and questions he didn't want to answer. Too keyed up to stay still and with nothing else to pass the time, he made himself a web hammock. Really. At least it was better than the floor.
Funnily enough, he wasn't obsessing about being alone with Gwen for the first time. He should have been. Normally, he would have been. But with everything that'd happened in the last couple days, well, spazzing out wasn't on his mind. Which was a good thing. Maybe. It meant he wasn't nervous.
Not until he heard her voice, anyway. It kind of hit him then, but Pete had zero time to process. He just went with it. Back with both feet on the ground, and he stepped out into view. His hair was mostly dry, but there was no hiding the mottled bruising on his face from Harry's fists.]
Hey. [He managed a small smile.] Nice shirt. [But his gaze travelled to the bruise on her neck, and his smile turned into a frown. He stepped forward.] Are you okay?