@fromcomics | peter parker + gwen stacy
The operative word here was study. Study date. Not a date. It was two people who used to kinda like each other a few lifetimes and world ago, sitting in the same room, looking at quantum mechanics together so one of them (high school valedictorian, thank you very much, as if it counted for anything), didn’t fail out of college. No feelings attached. No baggage. Just E and m and c, which was sometimes squared. Compared to Doom, relatively easy. (Hah. He was saving that one for the next physics-themed villain he faced, because there absolutely was going to be a physics-themed villain. Maybe Reed would appreciate it.)
It was just studying, which meant the pounding in his chest meant that he just wanted to make sure he was still good at this stuff, not that he was worried about really seeing Gwen for the first time since her father died--since he got her father killed--or that he was afraid the sight of her, and those massive blue eyes, and that stupid blonde hair, would throw him all off track. He was over it. That was over. She was smart, and Peter missed her, and he’d never promised Captain Stacy he wouldn’t be friends with her, right? Right.
He knocked on her door, shifting his backpack straps nervously as he waited for it to open. When it did, he smiled. “Hey,” he said. “Ready to destroy some quarks and quasars? I have... no idea what we’re studying, actually. But I brought Doomeos?”