Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
"I think it's because we've been here longer and have seen a lot of bad stuff," which was possibly the most unscientific answer that she'd ever given for anything in her life. "I think he wants to protect you from that, and he thinks you're good for each other. He said you two getting together would be the best thing for both of you." Her expression was far away, like she was trying to remember more specifics, but she gave up on it eventually. She wasn't as concerned with sullying anyone, not like Flash was, but she didn't have a symbiote to worry about either.
He said he liked her the way she was, and she blushed, and this time she started plucking at the denim that covered his knee. Again, unthinking, and she laughed at his totally terrible attempt at subtlety. "Tights, Peter?" She nudged his shoulder with her hand. "Hey! The closet worked just fine as a hiding place, mister. No one caught us, did they? Nope." Smugly, point proven, and for a second everything was okay. One little second, and it was easy to slip back into moments like that - too easy.
She narrowed her cornflower blue eyes at his flippantly creative interpretation of his deciding to date Mary Jane, but his quick backpedaling made her laugh a little; she couldn't help herself. "Now's maybe not the best time to tell you I think Carnage is loose, huh?" she asked him, her nose crinkled, and she tried to make light of it. But it came right around to dying, didn't it? "And Harry's like he was in high school, but have you talked to him, Peter? He's different. He's lacking empathy." She would've never fallen for this version of Harry Osborn, and something about him made her skin crawl a little bit. At least when Harry was insane he was predictably insane, now she was waiting for something, her senses on edge, and she just didn't know what it was she was waiting for.
He nudged her knee and told her not to roll her eyes, which she did again deliberately, just because. "No one tells me what to do, Peter Parker," she reminded him, which he'd heard plenty of times in their history together. But he asked what she wanted, and it was her turn to look sheepish as she went back to tugging string loose at the knee of his jeans. "Once Flash is in recovery and out of the woods, I want to do something that has nothing to do with comics, or with Mary Jane, or with scary doors-" She stopped there, and she tried to sound totally casual when she continued. "The door was really scary, Peter." Fail. Her voice warbled a little bit.