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quipsandthwips) wrote1996-01-28 05:44 pm
quipsandthwips) wrote1996-01-28 05:44 pm
Open Musebox Post
Shhh I’ll add more here later.
Shhh I’ll add more here later.
Shhh I’ll add more here later.
Shhh I’ll add more here later.
idk i have a dream and i'm just tryin to live it
okay, not at the time. at the time they just managed to not die multiple times over the course of a few days ( maybe a week or two - time got a little blurry there, for a while ), and she honestly didn't even know what he looked like under the mask, but that doesn't matter when you fight a literal war with someone. well, part of a war. it feels like this fight will never end. anyway, she's impulsive, she knows, and it was impulsive to tug off his mask and kiss him but that's where she was at, at the time. she laughed after, she thinks. it's hard to remember.
all she knows for sure is that by the time she got back, she was panicking a little bit.
she just kissed peter parker. gwen stacy does not kiss peter parker. not this gwen stacy anyway. oh, god.
it took her a little while before she used her watch to visit him, and it was to apologize maybe, but that didn't really happen. making out for a long time felt like the better option of the two. she didn't question it that time.
now when she visits, it's because she's absolutely smitten, in a really stupid, really really stupid way. the kind of way that, instead of feeling bashful when she wakes up next to him after spending the night for the first time, she takes the post-it next to his bed that says pay your rent, peter!! and sticks it to his forehead before kissing him awake. that kind of smitten.
but anyway, that was a little while ago. she spends enough time in his world to feel more comfortable leaving the privacy of his apartment, confident that she won't be running into this world's gwen anytime soon, if there even is one.
this time she ends with him at the lab, sitting on a table she's definitely not supposed to be sitting on, feet swinging and her eyes on peter, who's moving around so much between the computer and the half-completed bit of tech he's been working on that she almost gets dizzy trying to follow him. and okay, he looks good in a lab coat and she could spend another hour just ogling him, but that's not why she's here. so! ]
So what was it you wanted to show me, again?
[ she's like 87% sure he forgot she was even there ]
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Point is, Peter is a mixed bag of neediness and wariness, when it comes to fellow Spiders deciding to make out with him. Not that he didn't make out in return in the first place — because yeah, they were alive to fight another day. And yeah, it felt amazing to be close to someone who got what it meant, having to be a totem. And yes, he was lonely, because it had been nearly a year since he'd been with someone like that. So if he turns into an eager puppy about the whole thing, he's really just impulsively dancing around the idea of having someone that... Well. Just having someone.
The first night having her in his bed was weird.
It was also the first night in a long while he'd feverishly cleaned his room, notes and papers notwithstanding.
Small things. They matter.
... He's not about to admit that he was depressed for a while there, anyway. Instead he just grins at her from where he's standing in the lab, feeling a swell of excitement, because all the hard work is finally paying off. And things are better, and they can't only get better from here. They have to, because Kingpin's in jail, the totems are safe, and both Peter and Spidey feel like they have some sense of purpose that isn't weighing them down into the dirt.]
Okay okay okay, I know it's not that crazy after seeing everything you've seen, but — this is really gonna be something big Gwen. I mean... I think we're really going to be able to make these cost-effective and available to anyone needing prostheses. Fully functioning, neurally tuned pieces of machinery that can do everything a regular arm can do.
[He demonstrates the arm in question with the use of portable keyboard, giving it instruction; the information feeds through, as the hand juggles three balls through the air with staggering precision.]
Check it out; it's smooth enough that you'd never even notice a difference in motion between organic limbs and robotic — and I'm thinking we can also invest in sleeves that look like skin, so it's seamlessly integrated into anyone's day-to-day life...
[He's just rambling excitedly, don't mind him.]
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[ hardcore tech, hardcore concept. gwen honestly don't know the first thing about tech, or- any of this, but she knows how to appreciate it, sure. you don't become best friends with your world's peter parker and not learn to enjoy some nerd babbling every once in a while. ]
The sleeves are a good idea, but hey, you never know, some people might dig having a badass looking robot arm.
[ she grins, watching the balls rise and fall in a perfect rhythm, clean and perfect. wow ]
Kinda feel bad though, that we took you away to fight with us when you could've been working on this. You're gonna change people's lives with this stuff, Pete.
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You serious? Don't feel bad over that kind of thing — you guys are definitely worth the postponing of all this other stuff. Besides, I would have been pretty mad if you didn't invite me and got chomped on without me there to kick someone's tuckus.
[Tuckus, not ass, not even butt, because he's a dweeb.]
... I could have been warned about Spider-Ham's thing with giant anvils, though.
Just saying.
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Oh, you saved my tuckus, is that right? [ a beat ] Or did you mean you would have been bummed if you found out I got chomped on and you were denied the chance for revenge tuckus kicking? That's a very important distinction.
[ no, it's all charming no matter how he was trying to slice it, but she'll still pretend to be a little bit offended with the first option. she grins bright at that last part ]
I didn't want to spoil all the surprises.
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Which one gets me in the least trouble?
[Because you know, he's totally not a fan of trouble.
And also, it's fun to get her to give him looks.]
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no, there's really no reason for it beyond just her wanting to be closer, in his space. she's close enough now that she can bump his knee with her foot, and- okay, one more little scoot, so she can shoulder her way even closer. until he's in front of her, and his hands are on the table on either side of her. and she's sitting on the edge, so she has to make space for him between her thighs so he can stand right there in front of her, but that's fine. she's actually pretty comfortable with the closeness. her heels bump against the back of his legs, like this is all very normal for them.
typical, though. he gives her an inch, and she'll take a mile. all of this moving around happens while she talks- ]
Well, it's just- The way I remember it? Is that you were the one who needed his tuckus saved. By me.
[ she's going to keep saying tuckus now yes ]
You're welcome, by the way.
[ like they haven't already talked about all that happened since then. this just in: they're both fulla beans ]
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I totally had it under control! Maybe I wanted to be squished under a pile of rubble! Maybe that was part of my grand plan. I was gonna come back, Death of Superman style.
[... Yes, he's full of shit, but you like it.
There's plenty of grateful fondness under it for saving his bacon.
(Is he allowed to use that, or is that a Spider-Ham only metaphor?)]