Summary:Spidey gets food for Spider-Woman, and has a little heart-to-heart with her. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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The guy working the Mesquite Grill was startled when Spider-Man descended from a webline and made a request for a double cheeseburger, a tall root beer, and a large order of chili fries.
The only real challenge was not taking them back to Gwen, but getting them past Security. Finally, though, Spider-Man shows up with his haul, placing each item on the roll-a-way table made for hospital beds. "If you don't want the chili fries, let me know…they were an impulse buy."
Gwen boggles at the sheer amount of food. "Okay, the chili fries were a nice touch," she replies. "But there's no /way/ I can eat all of this…You gotta help me. Halvsies?" She asks, raking her fingers through her hair and pulling it back out of her way. She holds up a plastic knife from the bag and indicates the burger. "You need to eat something anyway. Half of this and you'll be sleepin' like a rock. I'll have to take /you/ home." She smiles.
Spidey smiles wryly. "I'll grab a Dew from the vending machine. I'll be good enough to make sure you get home safe, and then get home before the crash. But i'll just nosh on the fries for now. We'll see how un-hungry you are once the tiger awakens."
He sits down in the spare chair, the one he was dozing in when Silk showed up, and opened the cardboard box to reveal the chili fries. And it looks like the gent at the food truck put shredded cheese on it, as well."
"Ohh, he's a good man. Who wouldn't give Spider-Man cheese? I mean it's logical." Gwen smiles and cuts the burger in half gingerly. "All right, then. You and your Dew and I need to have a talk…"
Spidey lifts his mask halfway (up to above his nose) and noshes on a fry. "All right, then. What's on your mind, Spider-Woman?"
"Just…" She takes a bite of burger and moans softly, enjoying it. Chewing. Chewing…..chewing….finally swallowing. "I mean…you needed to take care of you. And yet you were here. No shower. No rest. Probably no food. Just here. It isn't healthy, you have to put your wellbeing up there in importance "
Spidey smiled wryly. "Sorry. Haven't washed the suit for a couple of days." He pauses. "Where was I going to go? I'm a high school graduate who'sall set to start classes in a few months. What would I do? Leave you alone? The thought is grotesque." He steals another fry. "These are good. Anyway, after I get you home, I'll go home and sleep like the proverbial brick."
"Well, you know what I mean… " Gwen frowns. "I mean…You don't wanna see me alone. And I don't wanna see you alone either. But neither of us wants to see the other one suffer. I remember what happened….I screwed up. I landed myself in here. But there's no reason for you to suffer, too, Peter…" She uses his name without even thinking. They're alone. The door is shut. To her, he is Peter. He always will be.
Spider-Man…Peter…is quiet for a moment. "I wanted to be here for you. I didn't want you to wake up hurt and alone. I wanted you to know…we are still here for you. No matter what." He takes a deep breath. "If I have to suffer so you can wake up and know yuou are alive and safe…then I'll pay that price. Tiny dues, indeed."
"Well." Gwen sighs, fretting at her lip. "I guess I gotta hand it to ya. If our roles were reversed, I'd have bed rail face, and be half-starved, too. I couldn't leave you here alone. So I understand. I do. I just didn't want you feeling obligated somehow. Cause being you? Being you is enough. It always has been."
Peter chuckles. "We're a team, Gwen. You, me, Silk, the Spider-Girls, and now Sable Spider. And the team looks out for each other."
Gwen nods slowly, considering his words carefully. "Well then. Fair enough. We're a team. That's just what teams do." She considers it again for a moment longer, then takes another bite of her burger.
Spidey leans a little closer. "And I do care about you, Gwen. When I heard the gunshot and saw you fall…I felt like I'd gotten shot, myself. If it wasn't for Thea, I don't know if you would have made it."
Gwen smiles faintly and looks at the Peter half of Spidey's face. "I know you care. I care, too. I can only imagine how hard that was. I'm sorry I was yelling. It was what caught their attention. I don't remember anything after that guy rounding the corner. But I know I attracted his attention. I'm sorry I put ya through that, Peter."
Peter smiles faintly. "Well, you're okay. That's the main thing." He snags another fry. "Do you need to contact your family? Do you have some kind of cover story?"
Gwen shakes her head. "Nah, I don't need to tell family anything. I live on my own. They are used to not hearing from me for days at a time. Sometimes weeks. They'll suspect nothing. And nothing is what they need to know about it….."
Peter nods. "Well, Aunt May thinks I'm out with friends. She'll start to worry if I don't call in every now and then. I probably should buy myself some time by calling…"
Gwen smiles and nods. "Yeah probably so, can't have loved ones worried about ya. Just make sure ya do whatever you need. Take care of you first. I'm not going anywhere. F-figuratively /or/ physically…."
Peter nods. "Well…when it looks like they are going to release you, text me, okay? I'll pick you up, get you home safe."
"Of course," Gwen replies. "Thank you, for everything. You've been like my guardian angel lately. I'll text you. Just promise me you wont worry…"
Peter stands up slowly, pulling the mask down. "…I can't promise that. But I'll worry less the more I hear that you're improving," Spider-Man says. He pauses, then grasps Gwen's free hand lightly. "Eat up everything on your plate, and I'll get you dessert from Cold Stone Creamery."