Re: Marvel hospital: Gwen & Peter
"I'm never stubborn," she insisted stubbornly, and she almost laughed. Nearly, but she managed to swallow back a giggle that was totally inappropriate given circumstance and location. She didn't manage to keep a straight face when he said she was jealous of his superior physique, and the faulty quote about the faulty data made her battle to avoid laughter a lost one. She clapped her hand over her mouth guiltily, but she still laughed a little, and the protest (when it came) was between spread fingers. "Nothing transcends statistical data, flabby." It was muttered, but her smile was so obvious, and she sucked at being maudlin. Even when she felt maudlin, it always felt better to laugh. Maybe that was his fault? Yep. Shifting blame was totally a thing that was happening.
He was right about Harry, and she liked timetables too much to appreciate the uncertainty of Harry's expected descent into gobliny madness. She frowned when he mentioned pizza and seeing Harry in person, because worrying about him was totally second-nature. It had taken forever for her to be able to watch news broadcasts of him doing completely stupid stuff, and worrying was a perpetual remnant of their relationship. "Be careful, okay? In person, right now, he's super charming. You remember him in high school. Rich, entitled, but charming and funny? He's like that. But he got angry about you taking Mary Jane to go look for Flash, so his temper can still flare. Be careful." He was never careful. "He wished himself young," she added. "I talked to his wish giver. Maybe the two wishes collided or something."
She stopped rubbing her cheek against his fingers once she realized that she was doing it (okay, maybe a few seconds after she realized that she was doing it), and her cheeks went even redder. "You're always kind of sweet. Don't try to blame me for your kindness," she said, joking away the too-fond look, and the way he stared made her laugh a nervous little laugh, and, nope, nope, abort! She tugged one last time at the now-exposed string on his jeans. "Um, so maybe we can do that museum thing once things calm down?" Casual. Friends hung out, right? They could hang out. Like friends did. As long as she remembered that things would probably happen with Mary Jane and him, them it was fine. The worst had already come to pass, right? She'd literally survived this a half-dozen times already, and she just wasn't going to concentrate on the fact that he was who he was - hers, for lack of a better term. That was done, over, buried (hah!).