✜ gwen
[ ✜ ] cindy collapses in front of gwen, all bloodied and bruised.
Despite her powers and the training Ezekiel had put her through, it wasn’t rare for Cindy to get her ass handed to her on a patrol. Sometimes, the other guy was just better than you were. They fought harder, they played dirtier. You couldn’t beat them, and it was all you could do to get out alive. Nights like that, after she nearly got herself killed, she usually wound up looking for Peter. He’d been at it longer than she had, knew more about how their healing factor worked.
She thought she remembered him saying he was working late tonight, so she swung painfully to his office, letting herself in through the lobby rather than the window. She’d made it a few feet into the lobby when a familiar face swam in front of her vision. Gwen, her sluggish mind replied, and Cindy tried for a smile. She’d spun herself out of her Silk uniform shortly after escaping the fight, but she knew she still looked rough. She’d bled through her shirt sleeve already, and she could feel a wetness on her stomach that probably meant her sleeve wasn’t the only part of her that was bloody. “Oh, hey Gwen,” she slurred. “I’m just looking for... uh, for Peter. Or a seat, maybe. Yeah, I think I need a seat.” Her descent to the ground wasn’t exactly graceful, but she didn’t think Gwen would hold it against her!
