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hibana_incursaThere was something to be said for spending weeks in Wakanda and Disney with good friends. It left Gwen feeling kind of tired, and the jetlag was no joke. They'd been back a few days already and Gwen still had a hard time adjusting. So it was no surprise that being this distracted and out of it was almost her downfall.
The evening had started out simple enough. A date with Peter at the dollar theater, sandwiches from Delmars. And a rooftop view of a concert in Central Park, watching a group of bands perform for a free summer event, laughing at jokes from their trip, going over how people handled being on different rides. And the words Peter'd said to her one night as they watched Fireworks from the roof of their Disney hotel. Words she'd said back easily and happily, finding herself meaning them more than she'd imagined possible.
But their date out had to end at some point, and it was when Peter was walking Gwen home that the worst moment of their lives happened. Gwen's Spider-Sense must have been on some fatigue-induced delay because it only went off about a split second before the thief darted out of an alley, grabbing the stabilizer right off her wrist and running away, Gwen only just registering that Peter was setting off after him before her spider senses screamed again, causing an audible gasp from her at how much just that hurt. But that was nothing...nothing compared to the intense pain from the massive glitch she experienced, just seconds after saying...
"Peter...Peter, I don't feel so good."
And then it hits. Brilliant flashes of color as Gwen's body seems to jerk on it's own, phasing in and out of different and various realities. It lasts longer than the other glitches she's experienced. Maybe it's just a build up of all the glitches her stabilizer had prevented. Whatever the case, it knocks Gwen out and she's unconscious before it's over, the blonde girl falling to the ground the second it's over.
In a few hours, she wakes up in her room in the compound, eyes blurry, hooked up to various machines to monitor heart rate, breathing. Displays of the cellular degeneration the glitch caused are on screens and Gwen stares at them for a moment, slow to register that those are her cells showing. A shift on the bed gets her attention and she looks, spotting the brown hair resting on the folded arms of her boyfriend.
She's too out of it to speak, but she can lift an arm and reach out for him, fingers brushing through his hair to get his attention.
She's pale, her eyes look bruised, and she feels like even moving her arm is too much. But she wants him to know she's awake and that's the best she has.
Just a simple touch to the top of his head, fingers running through his hair very slowly.
The evening had started out simple enough. A date with Peter at the dollar theater, sandwiches from Delmars. And a rooftop view of a concert in Central Park, watching a group of bands perform for a free summer event, laughing at jokes from their trip, going over how people handled being on different rides. And the words Peter'd said to her one night as they watched Fireworks from the roof of their Disney hotel. Words she'd said back easily and happily, finding herself meaning them more than she'd imagined possible.
But their date out had to end at some point, and it was when Peter was walking Gwen home that the worst moment of their lives happened. Gwen's Spider-Sense must have been on some fatigue-induced delay because it only went off about a split second before the thief darted out of an alley, grabbing the stabilizer right off her wrist and running away, Gwen only just registering that Peter was setting off after him before her spider senses screamed again, causing an audible gasp from her at how much just that hurt. But that was nothing...nothing compared to the intense pain from the massive glitch she experienced, just seconds after saying...
"Peter...Peter, I don't feel so good."
And then it hits. Brilliant flashes of color as Gwen's body seems to jerk on it's own, phasing in and out of different and various realities. It lasts longer than the other glitches she's experienced. Maybe it's just a build up of all the glitches her stabilizer had prevented. Whatever the case, it knocks Gwen out and she's unconscious before it's over, the blonde girl falling to the ground the second it's over.
In a few hours, she wakes up in her room in the compound, eyes blurry, hooked up to various machines to monitor heart rate, breathing. Displays of the cellular degeneration the glitch caused are on screens and Gwen stares at them for a moment, slow to register that those are her cells showing. A shift on the bed gets her attention and she looks, spotting the brown hair resting on the folded arms of her boyfriend.
She's too out of it to speak, but she can lift an arm and reach out for him, fingers brushing through his hair to get his attention.
She's pale, her eyes look bruised, and she feels like even moving her arm is too much. But she wants him to know she's awake and that's the best she has.
Just a simple touch to the top of his head, fingers running through his hair very slowly.
