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gwen (itsybitsyspidey) wrote in snapthread,

Admittedly the image of some replica of Iron Man sitting on a throne like that was one that Gwen kind of wanted to remember forever. She wished it really was the Mr. Stark she knew because that would've been amazing and she would've wanted all the photos ever.

"They're so cute," Gwen marveled over all the little lego figures, but stopped when America pointed out that the people that were all around them were fans. The more she thought about it, yes, that was what it seemed like. It would explain why that girl wanted photos of them and she seemed excited to see them both. But that didn't make sense. Not to Gwen, anyway. Maybe it made a lot of sense for people to be excited to see America, or Mr. Stark, or Captain Rogers or Peter. But not her. She frowned. "But everybody hates me," she said. It wasn't a cry for pity; she'd said it very matter of fact. It was what it was and she was trying her best to change it back home. Or she had been, anyway.

"They all think I'm the bad guy." She plucked up a little lego figure of a blonde girl wearing a black, white and fuchsia colored suit. "But maybe that'll change. Or maybe there are other versions of me that everybody likes."