You want to go for a walk? [ she pauses for a second ] That's so normal. [ but her tone doesn't suggest that "normal" is a bad thing. like, at all. it's the same kind of tone she has when he tells her that he heard a new track by some band she introduced him to a long time ago, before she texts him a link to the music video. just another little, brilliant thing. god, she's getting all mushy. her brain is mush. it's fine. it's just hard not to feel a little mushy, you know, when you're holding hands with someone and they ask to go on a walk with you. something so normal, in the sea of weird they both live in together 98% of the time, with spider-drama and her portal watch and peter having tony stark on speed dial. it's kind of nice that her impulsiveness didn't backfire, but instead opened up a little door that... might still be a little nutty, but it doesn't have to be. they can just be two regular ol' teenagers. teenagers who've got one ear on a police monitor pretty much always just in case, but that's besides the point.
it takes her a second, but then she realizes that she didn't actually give him an answer, and she sits up again, nodnodnodding and then shaking her bangs out of her eyes ]
I mean, yeah. Yes. We could get off a couple stops early, yeah? [ her eyes glance sideways for a second before she smiles a little brighter ] I'm kind of craving ice cream. Is that too cliche? Can we grab ice cream somewhere, and, like, walk around?
[ her question trails off a little bit because her phone buzzed on her lap about three times in one minute, and it's getting harder to ignore, so she checks it and of course it's a snap. it's actually three snaps. from ned. she doesn't even open it just yet, she just peeks up and squints around at the rest of the bus. he's on the bus, isn't he. he usually is. how is it that she's been so wrapped up in her must hold peter parker's hand frenzy that she hasn't noticed where he ended up sitting? either way, eventually she's opening snapchat because whatever, it's from ned, and he's peter, and anything ned felt like sending her, he can see too.
only it's a video. a ninja video, as ned is so good at taking. a drive-by trolling, if you will. he must have walked by at some point and she didn't even notice. cool. but either way, it pans by their seat, and then ned must have sat in a seat just a row or two ahead of them, across from them, because the camera gets lifted high and angled down so it's a weird view of them sitting next to each other, then it's just a slow, shaky zoom in on their hands. and then there's a chat reply that says "aw" followed by "you guys are so lame" it's not the worst thing in the world, but oh my god ned is actually the worst sometimes??? ]
That kid should be a secret agent, I swear to Thor. [ but she's laughing, even as the back of her head thunks against the seat behind her so she can look up and sigh ] Why are we friends with him again?
[ Peter smiles, eyes shifting to watch the way Gwen shakes her head to get her hair out of her eyes in that super cute way of hers. She does that a lot, because her hair's getting long, but he likes it. He likes the way she just does that, or the way she scrunches her nose, or the way she says exactly what's on her mind most of the time.
He almost doesn't even hear her when she suggests they get off a couple of stops early. But ice cream? Oh, yeah. He hears that.
He nods. ] That sounds perfect.
[ And it does sound so totally perfect in a weird romantic comedy kind of way. He's about to straighten up out of his seat, his free hand reaching for the strap of his backpack, when Gwen's phone buzzes and she checks the message.
Oh, god.
A part of him wants to bury his face into the bottom of his seat, but the other part of him just doesn't care. Honestly, like, this feels too good to feel embarrassed or stupid about. Whatever this is, it's going somewhere and he likes it. It feels like an adventure.
He still manages to let out a half-choked laugh though, glancing over their seat to where he can just see the top of Ned's head hidden now. He slinks back and sighs. ]
Good question, Gwen. It's okay, though. We'll see him tomorrow. I'll - uh. Send him a text to let him know we're gonna get off a little early.
[ perfect. perfect is good. she's pretty proud of herself for this Perfect idea, even if it's totally cliche. cliches are what they are for a reason, okay, sometimes she's okay with being predictable.
she reaches for her backpack as well, wrapping up her headphones to stuff them into the bottom of her bag, under her costume and shooters because those cannot get lost. super important.
but anyway, peter is texting ned and it's lame that she's still smiling like she is, but it's exciting, yeah. an adventure. weird and new but totally their own, nothing brought on by drama or danger in the city and that's pretty great.
she thinks, for a second, that maybe she should let go of peter's hand while they head up to the front of the bus, but nope. no. she likes having him right there, so she leads the way, fingers still loosely tangled with his. her cheeks are pink, but it's only because she can see people's eyes drifting between them like magnets, and y'know? that's fine by her. she doesn't even know any of them, so that makes it way easier too.
and peter parker is a frickin' catch, okay. she's okay with everyone knowing that they're ..holding hands now. whatever that means. that's totally cool by her.
the walk to the front of the bus feels like miles and miles, but they get there, and the driver pulls over to drop them at the nearest corner ] --Thanks! [ said bus driver still apparently has no idea that she doesn't belong on that bus, but that's probably fine.
and now... they're here. out in the real world, holding hands, heading out on what feels like an impromptu date. sort of. is this a date? she's not sure. it only feels different because her hand is in his, otherwise they're just hanging out, right? it doesn't mean things have to change. not in a big dramatic way, anyway. hm. ]
I think I might get a milkshake. I'm feeling chocolate chip mint. [ even though it's October and it's kinda cold out and the wind blows and it makes her grip his hand tighter, but ice cream is important. ] With like, extra chocolate sauce on the sides. So much chocolate. [ why is she babbling about this though? literally why. she doesn't know.
well, she does know why, but she won't admit that she's feeling downright giddy over the fact that they're still holding hands. ]
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it takes her a second, but then she realizes that she didn't actually give him an answer, and she sits up again, nodnodnodding and then shaking her bangs out of her eyes ]
I mean, yeah. Yes. We could get off a couple stops early, yeah? [ her eyes glance sideways for a second before she smiles a little brighter ] I'm kind of craving ice cream. Is that too cliche? Can we grab ice cream somewhere, and, like, walk around?
[ her question trails off a little bit because her phone buzzed on her lap about three times in one minute, and it's getting harder to ignore, so she checks it and of course it's a snap. it's actually three snaps. from ned. she doesn't even open it just yet, she just peeks up and squints around at the rest of the bus. he's on the bus, isn't he. he usually is. how is it that she's been so wrapped up in her must hold peter parker's hand frenzy that she hasn't noticed where he ended up sitting? either way, eventually she's opening snapchat because whatever, it's from ned, and he's peter, and anything ned felt like sending her, he can see too.
only it's a video. a ninja video, as ned is so good at taking. a drive-by trolling, if you will. he must have walked by at some point and she didn't even notice. cool. but either way, it pans by their seat, and then ned must have sat in a seat just a row or two ahead of them, across from them, because the camera gets lifted high and angled down so it's a weird view of them sitting next to each other, then it's just a slow, shaky zoom in on their hands. and then there's a chat reply that says "aw" followed by "you guys are so lame" it's not the worst thing in the world, but oh my god ned is actually the worst sometimes??? ]
That kid should be a secret agent, I swear to Thor. [ but she's laughing, even as the back of her head thunks against the seat behind her so she can look up and sigh ] Why are we friends with him again?
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He almost doesn't even hear her when she suggests they get off a couple of stops early. But ice cream? Oh, yeah. He hears that.
He nods. ] That sounds perfect.
[ And it does sound so totally perfect in a weird romantic comedy kind of way. He's about to straighten up out of his seat, his free hand reaching for the strap of his backpack, when Gwen's phone buzzes and she checks the message.
Oh, god.
A part of him wants to bury his face into the bottom of his seat, but the other part of him just doesn't care. Honestly, like, this feels too good to feel embarrassed or stupid about. Whatever this is, it's going somewhere and he likes it. It feels like an adventure.
He still manages to let out a half-choked laugh though, glancing over their seat to where he can just see the top of Ned's head hidden now. He slinks back and sighs. ]
Good question, Gwen. It's okay, though. We'll see him tomorrow. I'll - uh. Send him a text to let him know we're gonna get off a little early.
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she reaches for her backpack as well, wrapping up her headphones to stuff them into the bottom of her bag, under her costume and shooters because those cannot get lost. super important.
but anyway, peter is texting ned and it's lame that she's still smiling like she is, but it's exciting, yeah. an adventure. weird and new but totally their own, nothing brought on by drama or danger in the city and that's pretty great.
she thinks, for a second, that maybe she should let go of peter's hand while they head up to the front of the bus, but nope. no. she likes having him right there, so she leads the way, fingers still loosely tangled with his. her cheeks are pink, but it's only because she can see people's eyes drifting between them like magnets, and y'know? that's fine by her. she doesn't even know any of them, so that makes it way easier too.
and peter parker is a frickin' catch, okay. she's okay with everyone knowing that they're ..holding hands now. whatever that means. that's totally cool by her.
the walk to the front of the bus feels like miles and miles, but they get there, and the driver pulls over to drop them at the nearest corner ] --Thanks! [ said bus driver still apparently has no idea that she doesn't belong on that bus, but that's probably fine.
and now... they're here. out in the real world, holding hands, heading out on what feels like an impromptu date. sort of. is this a date? she's not sure. it only feels different because her hand is in his, otherwise they're just hanging out, right? it doesn't mean things have to change. not in a big dramatic way, anyway. hm. ]
I think I might get a milkshake. I'm feeling chocolate chip mint. [ even though it's October and it's kinda cold out and the wind blows and it makes her grip his hand tighter, but ice cream is important. ] With like, extra chocolate sauce on the sides. So much chocolate. [ why is she babbling about this though? literally why. she doesn't know.
well, she does know why, but she won't admit that she's feeling downright giddy over the fact that they're still holding hands. ]