Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
She didn't want to think about how Flash would react when he woke up. Logically, she could predict the potential gambit of his actions, and she could even predict some of the things he would say. But foreknowledge wasn't going to make it any easier, and she would be around when it happened; she wasn't leaving, and she wasn't going to let Flash deal with this alone. Even if Harry managed to get Flash transferred to Cornell, she would go with him. As much as Peter has his guilt, she had hers; Flash had been covering her when he was hurt, and he'd gone back in the door because she was inside.
She was looking down by the time he asked who everyone was, and she lifted her shoulders beneath the borrowed hoodie, because she knew he wasn't asking for a literal list, though she could provide one if required. "It matters because every guy I've ever been involved with prefers Mary Jane," she explained. She didn't think he understood, that he got what it was like to always lose things to one specific person. It was always the redhead, and anyone would develop a complex after years of that. She considered explaining, but he admitted to not having much a sexual history, and that made her laugh a tiny bit, her cornflower gaze on him for just a moment, surreptitiously as his cheeks went redder. It was good he was looking down, because her smile was so stupid just then (she could feel it!). "You didn't meet anyone... after?" She didn't clarify that after.
She listened while he tried to muddle his way through the explanation about what happened with Mary Jane, and she sniffled and brushed the back of her hands over her eyes to stop the crying (no more crying, Stacy!) He said he wouldn't do that to her, decide he wanted to be with Mary Jane, and she looked at him. Her inhale was thready, and she gave him a knowing little smile. Sad, but she understood him more than a little; that was just shared history. "If I let you go right now. If I tell you no, and there's no chance, then you'll end up with her," she said knowingly, because now she even had backup for her theories about fate and inevitable things; Flash and Harry were a Greek chorus in her mind. Maybe it would happen even if she did leave the door open; she kind of had before, right? "If I don't let you go, I think Flash is probably right, Harry too, and I die." Both options kind of sucked a lot, and she didn't say anything until he squeezed her fingers. Her gaze had dropped to his shirt, mid-chest, and she looked up through damp and pale lashes. "You don't make me miserable, Peter." Her cheeks went pink, but she'd said this much, right? And it wasn't like they hadn't talked about how they felt when they were younger. Okay, no, she could do this. "I feel better around you than I do around anyone else. Don't take this wrong, okay? I just don't think I trust you to say no if Mary Jane comes onto you again. I don't know that I trust anyone to say no if Mary Jane comes onto them. No one ever has, not that I know of." She shrugged her shoulders again. "She's beautiful."