âDefinitely not but who knows what SHIELD did when they wiggled their magic fingers at you.â
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@thesensationalstacy
âDefinitely not but who knows what SHIELD did when they wiggled their magic fingers at you.â
"They brought me back to life and gave my spider powers, not arachnid telepathy."
âNo, I cannot talk to spiders. Do I look like Ant-Man to you?â
femxefatale:
âGwen. Itâs nice to see you.â Well, the circumstance could have been better seeing as how she was on her way to Harry butâeh, details. Truthfully, Felicia had no real issues with Gwen. In the beginning sheâd been angry with her and Peter for the way theyâd treated Harry but the closer she got to the other blondes boyfriend the more she realized Harryâs sickness sometimes does cloud his judgement. Still, sheâs loyal to him. She just sees no real reason for Gwen to die.Â
"I wish I could say the same, Felicia." The other girl put her on edge. She may have not been the one to kill her, but Gwen knew that she had been Harry's assistant. They had both worked at Oscorp once upon a time. "What are you doing down here?" Weariness lined her voice. She was playing it safe this time around.
spooderxparker:
âActually, I donât have to do anything at all but you knew that. I wonder if heâs blown a gasket yet at all the new Spider heroes popping up.â Peter mused. At her comment he frowned slightly. âIt gets easier.â he replied, gently grabbing her wrists. âI pulled the keys off my computer once.âÂ
"Mhm, my boyfriend is so popular. Who ever would have thought that Gwen Stacy would date such a rebel?" She teased. Peter wasn't a criminal, it was ridiculous for Jameson to even claim that. Yes, things had happened, but he had done a lot of good. "He's probably afraid we'll form an army and band against him." As Peter held her wrists, Gwen splayed her fingers out. "Did you? That's impressive." Gently tugging her arms from Peter, she rested her hands on his arms and leaned in to quickly kiss him. She wasn't trying to prove a point, but sure enough, her fingers felt sticky as she tried to move them.
americachavezshield:
âIâm America. America Chavez. Itâs nice to meet you, Gwen.â She laughed. âNow we just have to plan how weâre going to completely embarrass the boys.â
"It's nice to meet you America." The blonde laughed. "It won't be that hard. Boys have amazingly fragile egos. We'll be able to do this without breaking a sweat."
âWell maybe not that specifically but theres bond to be fixes for similar stuff. Maybe you could find some of those and just try them. A trail and error type of thing.â She suggested. The girl didnât seem to be in the best mood but Sharon had learned not to let it affect her.Â
"It's not a bad idea." Gwen admitted. "I'm a science person, I'll be in the labs later looking to see if I can work something out. And I'm sure Peter knows."
agentvenomous:
Flash nods, âI get asked a lot if I can still feel my legs, or if it hurt. I never know how to answer it. I donât like telling people too much, but at the same point I donât have an honest answer.â
âAt first I wanted to give everyone answers that wouldnât upset them. âOh, I donât remember. No, itâs just a black spaceâ.  Now Iâm tempted to tell them, âWhy, yes, it did hurt when my neck got snapped. Thank you for askingâ. People keep asking the same things again and again expecting different answers.â
Flash just shakes his head, not wanting the pity or empathy. He got by, thatâs how he managed to do the things he did, by ignoring the emotion behind them.
It was easier that way, than allowing himself to feel something about it. âItâs fine, I donât want to dwell on it.â
He was too hard for Gwen to pin down. Sometimes he seemed open and friendly, others like he wanted her to leave.
âI get that. People have finally stopped asking me what it feels like to die, so thatâs a plus.â
Flash shrugs most of it off now, his insecurity taking hold of him and pushing her away. Itâs not what he wants, but it is his defence mechanism towards this sort of thing, he always did it when people got too close to him.
âOkay then,â he responds. âSee ya.â
Gwen shook her head, his dismal stinging. They were friends. She had wanted to help him, and now he was being a bigger prick than he had been in high school. While a part of Gwen wanted to stand her ground and remain firm, she also didnât want a repeat of what had just happened.
âIncredible. Youâre welcome, by the way.â And with that, she was gone.
âoh, is this Observation? I must have taken a wrong turn.âÂ
âIt is.â Gwen glanced at Felicia suspiciously. She herself wasnât in Observation so she couldnât comment on the other girl not belonging.Â
Flash shies away from the contact, the care and the intimacy of the entire act being lost on the fact that he knew she wasnât interested in him in the least bit. In fact, heâs finding it really hard not to feel completely and totally insulted by the whole thing.
So by the time he gets his legs on heâs completely jaded towards the idea of continuing whatever this was they were doing right now. âSo what was it you wanted?â he asks, his bitterness showing through.
Gwen dropped her hands to her lap. She was just trying to help. The last thing that she wanted was to make him uncomfortable.
Eyes narrowed, she rose to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. âWhat did I want? Youâre the one who just went Venom and got murderous. I wanted to help you, and if youâre going to be a jerk Flash Thompson, Iâll go back to my room.â
âProbably, but a guy can hope. How are you doing?â
âIâm alive. Doing well. Alive.â
âThatâs rude, donât you know? Where are your manners?â
âI feel like weâre past that point, Harry.â
Flash doesnât respond at first, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breathing comes in quick spurts, trying to catch some air.
When he does respond itâs only a nod, and then heâs moving for his prosthetics which lay just a few feet away. Itâs degrading and humiliating, but he does crawl for them, clawing at them when he reaches them. If thereâs one thing he wonât do, itâs let someone help him after that, it hurt his pride way too much.
âI just need a minute,â he says when he finally decides to speak.
Gwen took his face between her hands, gently moving it to look at her. âTake all the time that you need.â
She would have webbed his legs to him, but he didnât seem to want help. Gwen just leaned back on her haunches and watched him in concern as he took care it.
Flash nods back, smiling at her, but itâs more bittersweet than anything else.
âArmy, kicked by dad to the curb, then SHIELD. I was there the day the Helicarriers fell. I was in the Triskellion when they crashed into it. Lost my legs that day and gained the symbiote, but I canât say anything else, itâs all classified.â
A lot of things were classified. Gwen couldnât even figure everything out about her resurrection because it was âclassifiedâ, which seemed unfair. If there was anything she deserved to know it was that..Â
âOh, Flash.â She leaned forward sympathetically. âIâm sorry.â She didnât pity him, but she could acknowledge that his life had been hard.
America grinned excitedly. âAs long as we get to show up the boys in that class, weâll have a great time.â She looked at Gwen, eyes laughing. âI have a feeling this is the start of a beautiful friendship.â
âIt wonât be hard to do.â Gwen laughed and shook her hand. âYes, I agree. Did I introduce myself? If not, Iâm Gwen. Gwen Stacy.â
âDo you always stare so much, or am I just special?â
âNo, Iâm staring.â