Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
It didn't surprise him, that Gwen took off instead of hanging around the waiting room. Peter knew he'd have to go home eventually, but not yet, not while where was so much still unknown about Flash's condition. Besides, he hadn't been there for his friend when he was hurt; the least he could do was stick around now. So, he waited. He was worried about Gwen but he couldn't just bail on MJ, right? Even though there wasn't much talking going on, not beyond a few lame attempts to reassure her that Flash would be 'fine'. Words couldn't fix anything. They couldn't make Flash live, and they couldn't make him walk again.
He tried to sit still. He really did, but being stuck in a chair started to get to him. So he got up, started pacing, but that didn't help either. He was going to drive himself and MJ crazy with all that back-and-forth. And then, he got an idea. There had to be a cafeteria around here someplace, or even some vending machines. He wasn't hungry, but they should probably eat something, right? Food. Water. Coffee, even. And, too, he could call Aunt May, fill her in (without going into too much detail) and let her know he wouldn't be home for a while. It wasn't much, but it was something; he hated feeling useless, and he felt like he was drowning in guilt in the stupid waiting room.
Voice too bright, forced casual, he told MJ that he'd be right back. He'd get her some food, or something, from the cafeteria-- and then he was off, sneakers squeaking on the tile as he headed down the hallway.
The vendeteria, once he found it, was nothing like the quiet of the waiting room. He ducked out a side door to call Aunt May first, and after managing to convince her that yes, he was okay, she didn't need to come get him, he had to promise that he'd keep in touch before she let him hang up. Peter wished he could tell her everything-- literally, everything, but he swallowed the lump in his throat instead and went back in to get some food. He wasn't hungry, like, at all, if anything he felt kind of sick, but he bought a bottle of water, a bag of chips, and a turkey sandwich; maybe MJ would want something.
It was mostly just chance that had him glancing Gwen's way as he came out. He paused, wondering if he should just leave her alone since... well, he was probably the last person she wanted to see. And it was selfish, to want to clear things up while Flash was laid up in a hospital bed. Peter hesitated, torn between staying and going, but in the end he decided the worst that could happen was her telling him to leave. Could he really make things any worse at this point?
The bottle of water was tucked under his arm, chips and sandwich held in each hand. His approach was quick, like he might lose his nerve otherwise, and he stopped next to the couch. "Hey." Peter looked down, then back up. "You want anything?"