WHO: Natasha Romanoff (MCU) & Gwen Stacy (Earth-65) WHAT: Lady spiders being lady spiders WHERE: Home WHEN: Saturday lunch time RATING: Low
One of the things about living in Starklandia that Gwen was still sort of figuring out was having free time. For her, it'd been a terribly unbalanced balancing act back home to figure out being a student, being a drummer in a band that had gone viral, spending time with her dad, and being Spider-Woman (which included a pretty intense array of duties in of itself including but not limited to running from the police). But here? She sort of had to make herself a routine. She didn't always stick to it. Some days she was just content to web up a hammock and laze about in it while reading a book. Other days she was bounding around the Spiderling jungle gym and skate boarding through town. Today, she'd spent most of the morning at Van Dyne's sorting cold weather clothes and getting Q-Tee to fold them. Now it was lunch time and though she often found herself at Pancho's so she could get a visit in with Alpha Peter, Gwen had gone home to make something for herself as well as anyone else if they were there.
It was kind of crazy and totally remarkable that they'd gone from a pretty bare bones sort of place without electricity to having functioning ovens and coffee shops and air conditioning and a lot of amenities that she hadn't expected would come to fruition given the way things had begun. Having a functioning kitchen was fantastic. Grilled cheeses sounded pretty great on a cooler day like that one was. So she was making some, fully intending on taking a couple over to Tony's workshop to drop them off for him if he was there, and maybe running them over to Mr. Roger's Gym if she found Steve there. And if she struck out with them, well, she'd find someone to give them to or maybe she'd just eat them because cheese was delicious and why not?
Having turned on the stove, Gwen waited for the butter to melt in the pan she was using while she got out the bread and sliced it, because Steve was so insistent that bead was better when it wasn't pre-sliced.