Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
She wasn't sure if Flash was wrong or not. Admittedly, it was a little bit of a relief to see him keeping Mary Jane at arm's length, even if it kind of helped contribute to things Gwen didn't want to happen. But Mary Jane had hurt Flash a lot over the years, and she didn't want to see him hurt again, just like he didn't want to see her hurt again. She was pretty sure that they were both going to have to watch Peter and Mary Jane get together, and that was going to be hard enough without Flash getting all tangled up with the redhead emotionally again. "You're just being stubborn," she said of Flash being wrong.
"What you do wouldn't be considered athletics, Peter Parker," she countered, but she was mostly kidding; she knew the workout that slinging all over the city was. "And I knew no one would notice that closet. No one notices random closets, ergo they're the best hiding spots," she said imperiously, a smile behind the words, and she just shrugged a little when he asked about Carnage, not wanting to dwell. As for Harry, there wasn't anything much they could do about that. "He knows. He's trying to get him transferred to a better hospital. I kind of guilted him about Flash not having the money to pay for this," she admitted, and she didn't sound even a little sorry for it. In her mind, getting Flash better was the most important thing. "It's hard to explain, but Harry was always really in touch with his emotions, along with everyone else's, but he's not now."
But, okay, enough buzzkill, Stacy. Everything was terrible enough without her bringing more bad stuff into it. She was determined to perk the conversation up somehow, but him being kind completely tanked that idea. Yep, hello, waterworks. When he tugged her into that hug, she went without even a little bit of waffling. Her fingers in the front of his shirt, and her cheek against his shoulder, and she probably should've cried this out hours ago.
She scooted closer, knee pressing more against his as she cried it out in silence. She knew he hated it when she cried; or he had when they were in school, but he was a good deliverer of hugs, and she needed it a little. Okay, more than a little. There were a dozen scientific explanations, all to do with brain chemistry, but none of that really mattered. "The monsters were bad, but they didn't bother me. It was like I wasn't there, but it was a long night before I found Flash, and the anti-hallucinogenic just made everything worse. And he was terrifying, Pyramid Head, and I just watched while Flash got cut up, and the door wouldn't open." She took a breath that made her shoulders shudder, and she sniffled and pulled back, so she wouldn't keep soaking his shirt.