Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
"Aunt May likes me. She'll think you made it up," she said of him telling his aunt about being slow. She smiled a little bit, and that smile was genuine. Aunt May was nicer than her mom, and she'd spent a lot of time over at Peter's place after her dad died. It was easier that way, because her own house was full of grief; it had taken her mom a long time to get better about her dad being gone. Peter's aunt had made lots of food, and said all the right things, and Gwen hadn't felt like she needed to make other people feel better there. It had been nice - well, as nice as anything could be then.
She knew he was stubborn about shouldering irrational amounts of guilt. She'd seen it happen twice, and she watched him while he totally avoided her insistence that he wasn't responsible, and as he instead focused on all the ways in which she wasn't responsible. "You're not responsible either, Peter Parker," she insisted with more force. "You can't absolve me and blame yourself. That's not logical." She knew logic had nothing to do with it, but she felt it was a sound argument - or, it was the only argument she could mentally grasp at the time. She wasn't at the top of her game, not by a long shot.
She plucked at the water label with more concentration the longer he spoke about Mary Jane. He said it just happened, and she shook her head. "Jason said the same thing almost. It just happened." She said it quiet, sad, and she didn't even sound angry about it anymore. She plucked more erratically at the label, quicker. "I went to see Jason during the wish thing. We were supposed to hang out as friends, but he was affected too. He pushed me down and shoved a hand up my skirt, but he stopped when I told him to. I left." She shook her head a little bit. "Mary Jane would've gone after you without any wish, Peter." She almost said that was what Mary Jane did, but she kept that to herself, because she didn't want to hear him start defending Mary Jane. She knew Peter; she very much doubted he made the first move, regardless of wishes.
She almost asked how much they'd done, but she didn't need to know. It would just stick in her head, and that was the last thing she needed. She smiled a sad little smile, and she looked up at him, barely, just through pale lashes. "You wouldn't do that with someone you didn't like, Peter. You're not that guy." Sadly. "I know you."
As for fate, she just shrugged a tiny bit. She didn't want to die again, but she didn't say it aloud.