Re: [spidey kids in silent hill]
[Even with the panorama around her normalizing to the hell that it should be, Gwen was confused by what Flash said as he reached for her.] Peter would- [She began the thought, but he repeated it, over and louder, like it mattered, and as the schoolroom disappeared for her entirely, she understood. Truthfully, she should've understood sooner, but she thought Flash had gotten over his feelings of inferiority where Peter was concerned a long, long time ago. It was like this classroom, high school, and both Flash and Harry had spent so much time feeling like they were less than Peter, less than Spider-Man. She knew some of those feelings still lingered for Harry, but she assumed SHIELD and a career had driven the feelings out for Flash. But maybe she'd been wrong; maybe high school and their fates were still there, actively haunting all of them. It reminded her of the conversation she'd had with Flash just before coming here, about unavoidable things, and it sent a shiver down her spine that she didn't bother finding a scientific justification for.]
It doesn't matter what Peter would do. You're every bit as good as he is, Flash. [Maybe it wasn't the time for pep-talks, but it felt important to get the words out, and she pulled on him when he agreed he didn't want to be there anymore. He sounded younger than she ever recalled him being, and she felt guilt that she hadn't done more for him when they were in school. But she'd been caught up in her grades, in spiders and in being in love, and she'd missed a lot of the important things then; she wasn't going to make the same mistake now. The truth was, simply, that Flash was always there for her. Through all the messes, he was a constant.] Come-
[She didn't see the not-teacher's approach, and she didn't see that lunge, and she screamed needlessly. The teacher couldn't hurt her; nothing here could hurt someone who was already dead. She began to tell him that, but she noticed the blood on his shoulder as he moved to protect her, and that was real. It was real, and she had the stupidly belated realization that he could get hurt here, even if she couldn't. He bashed the not-teacher's head to the ground, and she tugged harder.] We have to go, Flash. Right now. Flash, come on-
[And then the Fog came. She stared. For a moment, she was paralyzed with fear. Paralysis, and she tried to mentally talk herself out of it, but it wasn't working. Logic failed, and no amount of watching Flash or Peter play this video game could prepare her for this, for the huge looming figure with the head like a pyramid and the blade that was larger than her. Mouth dry, she stared. Then Flash began yelling, and she wasn't going to leave him. No way. She held tight to his arm, and she yanked, terrified.] I'm not leaving you. I have a key. Just stay with me, okay? I have a key.
[She fumbled into her pocket, pulling out said key and yanking at Flash as she moved toward the classroom door, fingers slippery with the blood dripping from his shoulder.]