Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
Peter just rolled his eyes. But good-naturedly, more of that teasing, but his expression turned sheepish when she raised her eyebrows, because she could clearly see right through him and she knew he knew that. "I'll only admit to a little," he insisted. "Not a lot." But he smiled a little, expression softening when she touched his shoulder-- fleeting as the contact was. "I know," he sighed. Flash was just like that. "But he'd risk himself for any of us in a second. Even if we didn't want him to." Which was true, and which was also why it went both ways.
Oh, God. He shook his head when she said Jason wasn't frigid like her, because seriously, where was she getting these ridiculous ideas from? "You're not frigid, Gwen." Not that he expected to believe her. And Peter was all set to use the chips as a distraction before she stole them from him, and he glanced up quickly, just to see her expression, before refocusing on his knees. Easier. This was so much easier, but it occurred to him that it might seem more like he was lying if he avoided her gaze. Okay, look up. He could look up. He could look at her, and if he blushed, well, so what? It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before.
He thought it mattered. Not being planned, the spontaneity of it, he thought that made a difference. But clearly Gwen didn't feel the same, and he decided not to argue this one. He just shrugged. And yeah, okay, he wouldn't sleep with anyone he wasn't dating; that was the point. She didn't get it. "No, I'm not. You're right." He couldn't deny that, and he didn't want to. He shook his head when she said it didn't have anything to do with her, because that wasn't true either. Thing was, it was hard to keep up and think and try to say things all at the same time... so he let her talk. And everything she said, it was true. He had said he wasn't interested in MJ. He had said nothing would happen. Those things hadn't been lies, though, and he hated that she probably thought they had been. "I know. I know I said a lot of things, but--" Again, he stopped. She said she'd started to believe him, and wasn't that just great? He felt like the biggest idiot on the planet. He looked at her, looked and looked, and he wished he had the chips. Or the water bottle. But he had nothing.
Okay. He could do this. Peter started picking at his jeans again and exhaled. "Everything I said, Gwen, I meant. I wasn't... lying, or just saying what you wanted to hear. I didn't think anything would happen." He sighed. "I know it seems like everyone picks MJ. But-- me not letting it go further, it wasn't just about us not being involved. It's that-- I have feelings for someone else, and I shouldn't have let anything happen in the first place, I get that, but I think you're supposed to feel a certain way about somebody before, you know, you have sex, or you should, and I didn't. I don't." What was he saying? Was he making sense? Who knew. This was probably a waste of time anyway, but he might as well go for broke. He'd already ruined things anyway. "I don't want to make excuses. I own up to what happened. But once I managed to think past whatever stupid thing someone wished for, nothing else happened. And before you say anything, I know it doesn't change anything. I don't expect it to." He shrugged again. "I just want you to know. That's all."
Despite the fact that he'd just made a total and complete idiot out of himself, good job Peter, he scooted a tiny bit closer when Gwen started going on about fate and all that great stuff. "Things happen, okay? Even when the odds are slim. And Harry, he chose that path. It wasn't fate. Nobody made him inject that Goblin serum. I think you can look at anything," he said, "and say it was fate. But that doesn't mean it is, and it doesn't mean you're going to die. You're not." Maybe there was too much emphasis on that last part, but oh well.