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Apple - early morning day 22 - closed for now. Other starters coming later.
Who: Gwen and Peter, Gwen and others later
What: Gwen has returned! From where? No stinkin’ clue
Where: Gwen and Peters sleeper cabin
When: Early morning day 22
Warnings: It’s gonna get super cute plus swearing.
[Closed to Peter]
Waking up in a suitcase was weird. Waking up because said suitcase fell off the shelf it was on? It was also weird. And painful. And the suitcase is in pieces because a certain Spider fought her way out. It left her with a million questions, all of which she was sure the conductor could answer but as she made her way to the front car to demand he start talking, she stops outside her own cabin and listens.
It was mostly empty. Mostly. But the breathing inside and the soft snoring she knew and the second she heard it, she realized she’d been afraid he wasn’t going to be here. But he was. Her boyfriend was on the other side of the door and Gwen is quick to get inside, swiping her card and kicking off her boots and silently jumping up to the ceiling. Upside down, one hand and both feet flat on the surface, Gwen watches Peter for a second before reaching over to touch his shoulder.
“Peter. Peter, hey.”
Another gentle shake, not quite as soft as she’d done before. She wants him to know before anyone else that she was back. That seemed to matter the most.
[Hey, Asshole! - OTA - Mid Afternoon - Confronting the Conductor and getting hurt.]
Gwen had gotten a few hours of rest with Peter. She was usually a lot better about being on time to her shifts, but so far only Peter knew. And that meant that probably Mr Stark knew. Peter was practically his kid, so why wouldn't he have told Mr Stark that Gwen was back? But the point is, Gwen hadn't reported to the kitchen for breakfast, and she sure didn't show up for lunch. Instead, she headed right through the train to the first car, staring at the impossible barrier that separated the rest of the train from the asshole driving it.
Somehow, this just makes Gwen angrier. She'd had words ready, all of her words in a good speech that demanded answers and took no bullshit. But there was this weird barrier, and Gwen's small fist balled up and before she knew it, she'd punched the barrier.
She was no weak little one, no. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, and she'd punched that barrier with the fullest extent of her Spider-Strength and came up...
with nothing. Oh, sure, it made an awesome and resonant BANG when she punched it. But there was nothing to show for it. Not even a dent had been made in the stupid barrier, but her hand sure hurt like fuck.
The knuckles were bloody, there was swelling and bruises lower than that.
Oh, she could tell already that she broke something. That's not going to stop the angry, foul-mouthed and very unladylike string of swearing that Gwen can probably be heard launching at that stupid barrier.
She's not really trying to keep that quiet, nor is she trying to pay much attention to her bleeding knuckles and broken fingers, either.
Little help?
[ The stomach is making demands that Gwen can't afford to ignore.]
She can't ignore the loud rumbling in her stomach some time later, so Gwen, with her hand now wrapped and bandaged despite her protests that her hand will be FINE OH MY GOD YOU'RE WASTING RESOURCES! makes it to the kitchen and is very dismayed to see it's the same egg-based dinner. She has half a mind to tell the conductor to shove all eggs up his...
Anyway.
She's looking for food and checking on her sourdough starter. It'd only been a couple days, so it should be okay, right?
Adding another cup of flour and cup of water and giving the thing a gentle stir, she turns when she hears someone walk into the kitchen. Is it a new face? Because there were several of those. Was it someone she knew? Because that'd be amazing, too.
She's going to set about with hard-boiling some eggs while she waits to see who came in.
What: Gwen has returned! From where? No stinkin’ clue
Where: Gwen and Peters sleeper cabin
When: Early morning day 22
Warnings: It’s gonna get super cute plus swearing.
[Closed to Peter]
Waking up in a suitcase was weird. Waking up because said suitcase fell off the shelf it was on? It was also weird. And painful. And the suitcase is in pieces because a certain Spider fought her way out. It left her with a million questions, all of which she was sure the conductor could answer but as she made her way to the front car to demand he start talking, she stops outside her own cabin and listens.
It was mostly empty. Mostly. But the breathing inside and the soft snoring she knew and the second she heard it, she realized she’d been afraid he wasn’t going to be here. But he was. Her boyfriend was on the other side of the door and Gwen is quick to get inside, swiping her card and kicking off her boots and silently jumping up to the ceiling. Upside down, one hand and both feet flat on the surface, Gwen watches Peter for a second before reaching over to touch his shoulder.
“Peter. Peter, hey.”
Another gentle shake, not quite as soft as she’d done before. She wants him to know before anyone else that she was back. That seemed to matter the most.
[Hey, Asshole! - OTA - Mid Afternoon - Confronting the Conductor and getting hurt.]
Gwen had gotten a few hours of rest with Peter. She was usually a lot better about being on time to her shifts, but so far only Peter knew. And that meant that probably Mr Stark knew. Peter was practically his kid, so why wouldn't he have told Mr Stark that Gwen was back? But the point is, Gwen hadn't reported to the kitchen for breakfast, and she sure didn't show up for lunch. Instead, she headed right through the train to the first car, staring at the impossible barrier that separated the rest of the train from the asshole driving it.
Somehow, this just makes Gwen angrier. She'd had words ready, all of her words in a good speech that demanded answers and took no bullshit. But there was this weird barrier, and Gwen's small fist balled up and before she knew it, she'd punched the barrier.
She was no weak little one, no. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, and she'd punched that barrier with the fullest extent of her Spider-Strength and came up...
with nothing. Oh, sure, it made an awesome and resonant BANG when she punched it. But there was nothing to show for it. Not even a dent had been made in the stupid barrier, but her hand sure hurt like fuck.
The knuckles were bloody, there was swelling and bruises lower than that.
Oh, she could tell already that she broke something. That's not going to stop the angry, foul-mouthed and very unladylike string of swearing that Gwen can probably be heard launching at that stupid barrier.
She's not really trying to keep that quiet, nor is she trying to pay much attention to her bleeding knuckles and broken fingers, either.
Little help?
[ The stomach is making demands that Gwen can't afford to ignore.]
She can't ignore the loud rumbling in her stomach some time later, so Gwen, with her hand now wrapped and bandaged despite her protests that her hand will be FINE OH MY GOD YOU'RE WASTING RESOURCES! makes it to the kitchen and is very dismayed to see it's the same egg-based dinner. She has half a mind to tell the conductor to shove all eggs up his...
Anyway.
She's looking for food and checking on her sourdough starter. It'd only been a couple days, so it should be okay, right?
Adding another cup of flour and cup of water and giving the thing a gentle stir, she turns when she hears someone walk into the kitchen. Is it a new face? Because there were several of those. Was it someone she knew? Because that'd be amazing, too.
She's going to set about with hard-boiling some eggs while she waits to see who came in.
Everyone Else is an Asshole
She waved her casted wrist at Gwen. "So should I go get Tony to look at that?" Because if she could already see the swelling, that probably meant that the blonde's fingers were as broken as her own wrist had been when she'd punched that damn barrier to make a point to Iron Man.
(Contrary to popular belief, it was not on the top of her head. Don't listen to Tony.)
No lie detected
She sighs some when she sees the girl and then looks at the bandaging on her wrist.
"What'd you do?" Hang on.
"Did you hurt yourself punching the barrier?"
And one more second.
"I heal. I don't want anyone wasting resources on something that'll be fixed by dinner."
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"I bounced. Mostly because I tried to hit it as hard as I could, with my momentum accelerated, too. Ricocheted across the car to over there." Pointing down to the other end with her good hand. "And yeah, I broke my wrist at where my kinetic fields didn't mesh right. I'm still learning."
Wait. Waaaait. Her words were registering. Slowly. Fixed by dinner? "Aww man, you heal fast? Shit, why didn't I get any of that when they were doling out mutant powers? X-factor, you fucking suck!" It was a lot of whining, but not terribly heartfelt, because Renee knew darn well she'd been on the high end of the power scale when it came down to it.
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She listens to what the girl says, tilting her head a bit in curiosity. "You're a mutant?"
Yes, Gwen. That's what she is.
"I'm not a mutant. I wasn't born with these abilities. You can blame a genetically engineered spider for that one." She does. Every day.
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"What the hell- Gwen!" Tony comes storming into the room, with a glare (mainly to cover up his concern) when he spots the blond. Immediately he stops in his tracks and stares at her a moment in disbelief. "Gwen? Are you alright? Where the hell have you been?" He starts forward again, but relief was clear on his face. As he gets close, his gaze goes down to her hands and the concern comes rushing back. "What the hell did you do to your hands?"
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She knew this was painting a target on her ass, but if he was mad at her, Tony wouldn't be mad at Gwen, and that was fine by Renee. "What do you think she did, genius? She punched that thing." Lifting her good hand to point at the barrier that separated them from where the conductor supposedly was. That douche canoe.
"She says she's gonna be okay though, you might wanna use just some splints, so she can take them off later. Light stuff." Because Renee was going to take Gwen at her word. Even if they were just a pair of stupid teenagers--they were in this together.
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Gwen turns to look at Tony, simply shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, looking entirely defeated because...
“I can’t answer that. All I know was I was going to meet Peter for what I’m guessing passes as a date on this stupid train, I heard my name called over the communication devices and that the conductor wanted to see me. And then I woke up in a suitcase in the luggage car.”
There’s a moment where she looks at her busted hand, sure it looks a little better already. “Yeah. There’s no need to go wild and use too much up. Who knows when we’re gonna stop again to restock.”
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He drew back and looked at her more carefully. "You have no memory at all of what happened to you besides waking up?" He looks down at her hands and sighs. "We should at least wrap those up so you stop making a mess on the floor."
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So she just nods at Tony.
"That's fine. Nothing that'll tap into resources too much, like I said. Just something temporary. I'll be fine in a few hours." She doesn't want there to be some big emergency and someone not get the care they needed because someone else decided they needed to go overboard with bandages for herself.
"And I really don't know or remember what happened. If I did, you'd be the second to know. Who knows what you could do with that kind of information, right?" She'd like to think that there was some kind of clue as to what was going on in there.
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More than she was anyway, at least.
Really, Renee would've punched the wall again a couple times herself--especially if it would've gotten them anywhere. She's not quite dumb enough to do it just because, though.
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Once the ladies follow him into the kitchen, he gets Gwen to rinse the blood from her hands and then wraps both hands carefully in a towel. "Renee, would you run to the medical lab and get two splints? We don't want those to heal in the wrong position."
Back to Gwen, he asks, "Have you talked to Peter yet?"
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But her hand, the one she'd punched the wall with? It hurt so much and she was angry at herself for being that stupid. "She better hurry. They're already starting to itch a little bit."
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"These what you wanted, Mr. Stark?" She didn't want to make him move too far, so she went over to put them next to where they both were, on the edge of the sink.
"Do we even have like...aspirin or something like that here? Cuz I tried to find some, but I wasn't sure what it looked like.' And Renee hadn't really asked for any because she just did her best to ignore it anyway.
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When Renee came back, he takes the splints with a nod. "Yes, thanks." He unwraps one of Gwen's hands to start working. "Aspirin won't work on her or Peter, unfortunately. I'd be hesitant to try anything else given their number of allergies." He pauses and looks back at Renee. "If your wrist is hurting, I can show you where the pain pills are. I set them apart from the other medications in case we needed to regulate them."
He wasn't about to support some pain junkie on this train, especially not with all these kids around.
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"I am sorry for disappearing. If I'd known...I'd have told the conductor to go fuck himself. Excuse the language."
Don't excuse the language. She's keyed up and stressed out.
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Because really if one led to the other, maybe it was better that she didn't have that sort of thing. Renee already ate more because of her X-factor, she didn't need to have problems with pain on top of that, too. "That fuckin' sucks, either way."
Yeah, Renee has zero problems with cussing in this case, so she isn't even going to excuse herself.
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"Sorry. And while I don't mind the language, keep in mind we do have little kids around." He looked up from what he was doing and gave both girls an annoyed look. "Which... really? Why are all these children showing up on this train? It's disturbing. Does anything feel off Gwen? Like you had memories and they've been suppressed or like maybe you went somewhere and don't remember?"
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"That felt awful and I never want to experience that again," she finally says, giving Tony a glare that isn't meant at all. The look after is apologetic and then she shakes her head. "No. Nothing like that at all. My memories literally go 'getting ready for a date with peter in the Lavender Death Room, getting called to talk to the conductor, waking up in someone's smelly suitcase, destroying said suitcase after it hits the ground with me in it.' I'm assuming I was on a shelf because there was a fall after I woke up."
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She's not sure she wants to say that out loud.
But when Gwen says that she was getting ready to go on a date with Pete before the conductor called her, that just makes Renee's face go flat and expressionless, eyes snapping with anger. Only the fact that she's got her own cast on prevents her from going to drop a few more pissed-off punches on that barrier.
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"Leave this one for at least an hour. I know you and Peter had anything constricting like this, but I imagine the bones will be set and back in the right place by then. Because you were an idiot and hit the wall with your bare hand, you should probably clean up this mess you made on the carpet." It seemed like a punishment that fit the crime. He was grateful she was back, but still. "Maybe you can convince Renee here to help you. You could bond over knowing less awesome versions of me." He winks at Renee, he was just teasing.
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Looking at the blood on her hands, she can only imagine the mess she left behind, but that's fine. She has brothers. She's used to getting blood out of stuff. She knows a few good tricks.
"Who said you were the awesome version? What if I think the Tony Stark that runs Starkbucks in my universe is cooler?" She does not. Not even a little bit. This is her way of saying she missed Tony and does actually think he's the cooler Stark. And then she realizes she's kind of an asshole and turns to look at Renee, mildly alarmed.
"Well, I'm a bitch. Hi. I'm Gwen Stacy. You must have arrived after I disappeared. Good to meet you, Renee."
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She's trolling, here. Renee has never even met her world's version of Tony Stark, she only knows what she's seen on TV. Which isn't that much, either. So yeah, so far, this Stark is the cooler version. But his head is also big enough as it is.
"But yeah I did. Show up after. And apparently punched the train too. I'd shake hands, but...yeah, no. Probably not the best idea in the world at this point. But I can help you clean up the blood. I've got brothers. I think I can clean up anything, after that..."
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Or.
He was.
He hears his name and his eyes twitch a little and he curls more into his pillow muttering something under his breath as he does.
"But I don't wanna listen to the isty-bitsy spider..." He yawns before going back to snoring softly.
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“Okay, fair enough. I won’t sing it, but only if you wake up soon. Otherwise, I make no promises.” Gwen shifts on her perch some, leaning in and kissing Peter on the head for a second before deciding to go to her own bed to stretch out. She was still feeling a little cramped from the suitcase.
Unfortunately for Peter, he wasn't waking up fast enough for Gwen, so she's humming. Loudly.
And it absolutely is Itsy Bitsy Spider. She did warn him if he didn't wake up she'd start singing it. This is just the start of her bullshit.
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He lets out a groan because didn't he say he didn't want to hear that song? Why this. But slowly, that voice is starting to register as familiar and his mind is starting to wake up. He knows that voice. Who is it? May can't sing, so it's definitely not her.
He lets his eyes open and looks over, only to feel his heart skip a whole beat. Is he still dreaming?
"G-Gwen?" He asks, voice shaky and not fully sure he's actually seeing her.
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"Hey, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I was looking forward to spending time with you, and then the conductor said he wanted to see me, and then I'm waking up in the luggage room in a god damn suitcase. I don't even know how I got there, but...hi."
Okay, so this may have upset Gwen a little more than she'd like to voice, but her face twists a bit as if she's angry for what happened but also feels like it's somehow her fault.
"I'm really sorry, Peter."
1/3
Maybe not everything is terrible.
"Gwen-you're back!" He says a little breathlessly, his mind starting to race as he tries to catch up with his emotions. "Oh my god, you're back. Oh my god, you're really back-I was really worried because you're name went gold on the roster thing-that one person that was in our cabin left at that last stop-and then you were gone right before our date and then I accidentally told Mr Stark I love him and that was embarrassing and then I found out about the future which is super gonna suck and I kind dissociated for like the whole day-I'm kinda doing now but oh my god, you're back. I love you so much."
1/2
wow.
He just did it again.
3/3
1/???
Things were bad. He dissociated for a while. He loves her.
Wait.
Wait for just one second. Did he just...
1/ I still don’t know how many.
He really said it.
3/3 I’m done
You do mean it, don’t you, Peter?
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"Y-Yeah, that's-that's a good point." He agrees, moving down off the bed. "I just-I really didn't want you push you into like... anything. 'Cause that kinda hing really bothers me s-so..."
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“I love you, too.” This is said easily, but it’s clear from how confidently that it’s said that Gwen meant it. “I’m happy you’re still here. I was very afraid you wouldn’t be.”
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"Uh... anyways um.. then in that case I can uh-" He moves in to just hug her, arms wrapping gently around her. Gentle enough that she can just pull away if she wants-he was serious when he said he didn't want to push her.
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"You can hug me any time you want to."
She sighs, pressing her face against his shoulder and sighing softly. She's able to relax now. She has her boyfriend. She's back on the train with everyone she cares about. She's fine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" This coming from the girl who didn't mention how she'd gotten in the suitcase, mostly because she has no idea. "I'd be fine if you want me to listen."
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"I um... I don't know. Not now." If he talks to her now then the good feeling will go away and right now he wants to keep it for a little while, at least. "Maybe later."
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“Not right now. Got it. But if you ever do want to, promise me you’ll find me okay?”