Re: osborn estate: gwen & pete
[His laugh was always infectious.] That's still so crazy unfair. You're too good at making me laugh. [Always, from the first conversation they really had. Well, kind of conversation, since he was dazed and it was in the middle of a classroom.] You pulled off Rodrigo as well as my mom could pull off Rodrigo. [She deliberately avoided the swat of his fingers, easy with no effort at all, despite her torn up shoulder.
And she was pretty quick when she tried to catch his wagging finger too. Defeat by immobilization!] We do come back full circle. I went home and I couldn't change anything there. I'd rather not die here, though I keep coming close. So, if it's just so you and Mary Jane can get together, I won't get in the way. [She'd decided that two Peters ago.] I fought for the first version of you, okay? It didn't work, and I don't accept your apology. [She almost stuck her tongue out at him. It was an extreme act of maturity that she resisted.] So there.
[She assumed he guessed about Emily, so she didn't add anything. That was habit, and years of keeping the secret, and she really didn't want to get used to talking about the toddler. She wanted to find her a good home, even if it meant Harry hated her forever, and that was all. But, okay, his yet? made her stop thinking about that entirely, and she burst out laughing. She couldn't stop, it was like pent-up, bubbling mirth that only got worse when he stumbled onto the syringe topic, and the sentence sounded weird.
She turned at the bottom of the stairs, laughter just beginning to fade. Her belly hurt from it, from laughing, but that was okay.] Are you joking? I set up a lab upstairs. I'll stay and work until we figure something out. There's no one in the house. They let everyone go, but I have permission from his law team to stay, so no one should bug us.
[And that suddenly felt like the totally wrong thing to say. Blushing. Right, moving on. Quick recovery! And she walked into the basement and grabbed the vacutainer syringe and a second one, tucked away in the drawer, with a bright green liquid in.] Take the blood first, then get out before the other one kicks in, alright? He has a bed in there and he can talk through the door grate. His journal will show up soon. They always do.