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... okay, this is -- not okay. At all. This is -- you can't take me away from my dad's funeral and tell me I'm not -- not real, what is....

This is insane. This is the--

No. I'm not okay with this and I don't want to stay here. Do you understand that I have-- places to be? My family --

... no, okay. Fine. I can deal with this. If I have to, I will. So. [ DEEP BREATH. ] My name is Gwen. Gwen Stacy. If we're all -- fictional, I can only assume it's possible that people I know have been brought here too and told the same thing. So, iiiiif my name is familiar to you? Now's the time to say so. Otherwise?

[ DEEPER BREATH. ]

I'm. Going to go sit down. Somewhere. If anyone needs me, I'll just be. Yeah. So. Thanks.

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[ It's not like she didn't know what she was getting into when she said yes to the single most stammery proposal of a not-quite-date she'd ever heard in her life. Peter is essentially good hearted, impossibly brave, deeply kind, and painfully selfless. He's also so earnest and so genuine he could cause second-hand embarrassment for a person 200 feet away with two dozen walls between them.

And she loves him for all of these things. Not for bone-headedly trying to keep her safe.

Right now she's just trying to keep her head above water. Process this new world, the clones, her father's death, and Peter nearly rejecting her over a deathbed promise. Gwen sighs against him, breath shuddering, and lifts her face to nose at the curve of his neck. ]

You are never doing that to me again. Never. Not without talking to me about it first.

[ He wasn't going to remove his arms from around her until she forced herself out of them. She'd have to peel him off or tell him to stop and even then he'd be pretty reluctant to do so. Stupid stupid... If she wasn't here he'd be hitting his head against the nearest wall going 'why.' This was too much and then you put that on it? Captain Stacy that was such a stupid promise... He gets it but still. ]

I won't. Never. That... I'm sorry. Talking first. Not that we would ...about that. Ever.

Promise.

[ She says the word against his skin, on half a sigh. There's no real force behind it. She already knows he means it. But extra reassurances can't hurt, especially on a day like this. ]

Promise.

[ Don't make promises you can't keep. He can keep that one, right? He'd have to be forced to break it. Like literally forced someone ripping him away horribly, he thinks.]

Good. [ She huffs a sigh. ] Good.

[ Finally she lets go. Somewhat reluctantly, but they are just -- standing on a sidewalk, so. She pulls away from him and curls her arm through his again. ]

Can we just -- go crash? Please? Maybe watch a really bad movie and do nothing for a while?

[ He puts his free hand on the arm she loops through his, for some kind of extra comfort as he looks up and around the area ]

Yeah. We can. I mean. ...Figure out where to do that. [ They had them at hotels? He hasn't even checked that out. It was overwhelming at the time. ]

I think I heard something about a hotel? I think. God. I'm not-- [ she flaps her free hand vaguely. ] Sure. I guess we can go find out.

Right. Okay. We'll just. Find that. And then bad movies should be there. Hotels have bad movies, right? I don't even. I don't know. Not like I've been in one as a guest. Which way was that?

Hotels have the worst movies. We went on vacation to Florida a couple years ago and got three straight days of torrential rain. So I learned intimately the sort of bad knock offs hotels will keep on the menu. [ His question makes her pull out her new government-issue (?) cellphone from her pocket and bring up the maps function. The smile she gives him is tired and very wry. ] Whatever way GPS tells us.

[ It's fine. They're fine. They're going to be fine. ]

That came with a map app? [ stupid why didn't you check what was in the phone? ]

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