Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
Robotics aren't my area of expertise, hero. [She managed to sneak a little teasing into it.] I wouldn't mind a little robot mouse, though. Maybe you can get Mr. Stark to make me one for my birthday. [That came out a tiny bit bitter, and she was of two minds about Tony Stark just now. Part of her remembered the conversation she'd had with the older man clearly, the one about lost friends, and she felt for him. But, currently, a much larger part of her was angry that he hadn't given Carnage the attention required, and that he hadn't let her do it either. And now the symbiote was gone, and that wasn't really reassuring in light of recent proof of the inevitability of her death.
His mention of frozen pizza was enough to draw her back into the conversation.] Flash doesn't let me near his pizza. He knows I'll get tofu cheese and veggies on whole grain crust, or something equally nutritious and devoid of cholesterol.
[But Flash had gotten hurt because he went back for Gwen; the only that kept her from completely devolving into a guilt-ridden pile was the fact that Flash had asked her to come in the first place. But that only made her feel slightly better, and she watched Jason's brow furrow over his coffee cup.
She picked up a slice of her toast when the waitress put the food down, and she nibbled at it, all while she waited for the emotions that were playing across Jason's face to translate into language.] He just didn't know how to say it. I don't think he understood how dangerous the door was. Peter wouldn't let me go somewhere really dangerous alone, even if he felt weird about something.
[She put the toast down, and she returned to her coffee.] Anyway, we talked about it, and it's okay. [She dragged her finger around the edge of her cup as she set it down again.] I'm worried about Flash, though. Not about his injuries, but he was so crazy for Mary Jane in high school, and I can tell he's into this one. I don't want him hurt.