Summary:Gwen is discharged from Triskelion and Spider-Man escorts her home. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Spider-Man is talking to the nurse, which would look odd for a normal hospital. This, however, is Triskelion, and it is not an unusual thing for a costumed hero to be here.
"You sure?"
"Yes, she's stabilized and recovered. The last check shows remarkable improvement." The nurse smiled encouragingly.
"So, she can go home?"
"WITH supervision."
Spidey nodded. "Thanks, nurse." He smiled under the mask, then headed down the hall to Gwen's room. He knocked lightly and asked, "Spider-Woman? Ya decent?"
"I guess that depends on who ya ask. I get garbage-heaped a lot," Gwen replies and opens the door with a big smile. "But I'm dressed if that's what ya mean." She's already dressed in a pale pink tracksuit with a gold sequin star on the left side of the jacket chest. "Thanks for comin'. I appreciate your help."
Spider-Man chuckles. "Nowhere else as important to be." He points to the door down the hall. "The nurse said I should check up on you daily to make sure you're healing okay, but I can take you home. Somehow, I think calling an Uber here would draw too much attention. But, if you want me to take you someplace close so it doesn't look like Spider-Man taking you to your place, I can just watch over you until you get home."
"It's fine, Peter. I don't care what it looks like to anyone else. You mean the whole world to me, and not bein' turned loose alone to find my way home…well, it means a lot to me, too." Gwen examines her nails, clearly averting her gaze. "It's really nice of you."
Spidey looks to Gwen as they step out into the open. "Well, you can count on me anytime. Unless I'm worse off than you, but maybe even then." He extends one arm. "If you feel strong enough to hang on while I carry you, I'll try not to do the extreme-Olympics stuff."
Gwen smiles faintly, shaking her head. "If you're ever worse off than me, I'm carrying /you/. But as for me? Eh, I'm totally strong enough to hold onto ya. Even if you wanna go Olympic on the way. It'll just remind me of the way we met," she replies with a soft laugh.
Spidey nods and picks Gwen up. "Okay, then. Where are we headed?"
Gwen picks up her phone, and punches a few numbers into an app. "Just sent you the GPS coordinates. Easy enough to find. My place is the apartment on the roof. So it's a straight-in shot from above."
Spidey snickers. "Handy." He opts to carry Gwen up the side of the building and webline from there instead of just slingshotting up, up, and away.
He does stay fairly high, but not too fast. Long, sweeping swings instead of the speed-demon multiple-webline stuff.
"You're lucky. I have to go from a backyard and sneak through the treeline to avoid being spotted. I'm beginning to think the tree sap is camouflaging my suit to most animals." He looks to her. "Listen, is there anything else you need? Shopping, grocery run, anything?"
"Nah. I appreciate it, but you've done more than enough for me. I have everything I need." She smiles, clinging to Peter as if this trip is nothing more than a lazy swing in a hammock, as the wind tousles her hair. "But if ya ever need a place to hide out…Y'know. I mean, we're friends, you're welcome here anytime. Whether I'm here or not. And welcome to anything I have inside. If…if you ever need anything."
Spidey chuckles. "Okay, then. But I might be bringing some of my Aunt May's home cooking the next time I visit. Because you have to bring stuff when you visit a friend." He leaves one webline for a moment of weightlessness before firing off another to continue the next swing. "Looks like we're only a mile away. Not a bad neighborhood. But expect a call in soon. Those Nightfall aren't done with this city yet." His pleasant tone changes when he talks about the Nightfall.
"Yeah…"Gwen replies softly. "I'll do what I can to help you guys. If I go off the grid, I'll let ya know, so you don't wonder what happened to me. But otherwise, I'll be ready to help, whatever you need…You saved my life."
Spidey lands lightly on the roof of the building, his grip loosening as he turns to Gwen. "Gwen, listen…if you ever need help, you call. I'm the last person to guilt-trip anyone into doing anything, so just…be more careful, okay? You've got that Spider-Sense, learn to develop it, to trust it. It's there to save your life. I can try to help in that regard, I'm learning so much about my own abilities."
Gwen nods. "I'll be more careful. It probably won't be an issue again. I was afraid you were ..I mean I was afraid he would…I was just..Terrified. I couldn't see you. I couldn't tell if you were in danger." She lowers her head. "I'm sorry. Nah, I'll be fine. You've done enough. I'll probably be in touch."
Spidey sighs. "All right. I can see that. And I appreciate it. And this may sound hard, but you have to protect yourself first. Because if you don't, you may find yourself hurt, and you'd be in no condition to help me. Just keep that in mind." He takes a deep breath. "Okay, lecture over. That's the last I'm going to say about it."
Gwen nods. "Yes Sir. Thanks for bringing me home," she says, moving toward her door. Be safe out there okay?"
Spider-Man nods. "Yeah. You, too, Gwen. Call if you need anything. If I hear anything new, I'll keep you posted." He bows in an exaggerated fashion, then steps back and falls off the building, A quiet THWIPP! later, and he is off and headed for home.