Re: chinatown: pete & gwen
Puns aren't your intellectual property, bug boy. [But it was teasing, smiling, and she knew his sense of humor well enough to deliberately tread on his toes about it and know precisely what she was doing. It was the kind of thing that memory held onto, even after years. There had been countless studies conducted about loved ones who had been separated for decades, only to come back together still able to finish each other's sentences. Not that she was saying they were like that, that epic or anything, but it was kind of relevant.
He sputtered; she laughed.
And then there was nothing but the kiss and, yeah, going now. Over there, and it was the Vermont thing that made her stop from a mid-air, playful swat at his hand when he tugged on the scarf. She trusted Mr. Rogers. She trusted Peter. But she'd never been all that great at not worrying about the things he did out there when he was slinging around. Psychologically, she still saw him as Peter first, and Spider-Man second, and she didn't think her own current nightly activities would change that. She could recognize the hypocrisy, but the feeling in her stomach was still one of old concern.]
Don't make me worry. [She waggled a finger in his face, like she still had the right to do that. Then she nudged his shoulder.] Go.