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yup that's it that's the second part

[gwennie]

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[quipsandthwips]

[Oh, good, they're on the same page re: kissing, because he's been staring at her lips the whole time they were walking. By the time he's twisted around and she goes in for another, he's absolutely ready to take her for a round two — his blood's pounding in his ears (something's happening in here) and there's a mischievous little smirk on his face. Wow. Wowzers. And other embarrassing terms that should've been left in Leave it To Beaver (Peter!!!). He keeps his hands pressed against either side of the doors, lost in the feel of teeth grazing his lip. He lifts his mask. He's not sure why he does it — just knows nobody behind them can see his face, and that's enough.

He nearly whines in complaint when she butts the door open too literally, lurching forward into the cold air outside—]

[quipsandthwips]

[—only to stand there with slowly widening eyes, cheeks flushed and mask in hand. He'd be really relieved that nobody's out here right now to see, but he's too busy staring at Gwen with a deer-in-the-headlights look, his hand still clasped in hers. And very suddenly, all those thoughts he'd had under lock and key inside? Spilled out in his head.

He's not even. Sure. What to say. What should he say? Oh, god.

Um.

Uh— He opens his mouth? Tries words? No words, okay, nevermind, no words. Improvise. What does Spider-Man do when he has no words? Is that even a thing that happens?

Gwen, say something. You first. C'mon.]

... Oh.

[Oh.

Oh, shit.]

[gwennie]

[ it's a shame gwen's too caught up in her own head to realize it sooner, but her deer-in-headlights look came complete with a too-tight grip on peter's hand, like her body is trying to find something to keep her steady while it waits for her brain to catch up with everything that just happened and is happening while they stand there. her spider-sense kicks in hard enough to make her brow furrow for a moment, but it definitely helps, uh, snap her out of it. whatever that was.

what just happened? how could she let that happen?

it's around now that she realizes she's still holding peter's hand, he gives her an oh and she slowly slips her fingers out from his. she just looks shocked, still. until- she's not. she blinks a couple times, full-on stammering- ]

I, um- That- Wuh-

[ shit, since when can't she find words? it's the mental whiplash, that's all, it's going from the giddy excitement of- a PARTY, right, the party, to this. to hearing screams and yelling when a second ago she really didn't hear anything at all, too caught up in her own head and peter's mmmnothing let's not think about that.

her hand moves again, but it's not to take his back- she's touching the mask, just kind of pawing at it while she stares at him because she still can't piece together when their conversation led to full on making out. it feels like it just- happened. how? not that she hated it-

oh god, gwen, focus. ]

Your mask, Pete. [ nobody's out here with them yet, but when her eyes move past him to see what's going on back in that room, that distracted pawing turns into a full hey, hey, hey pat on his hand, his arm, then his shoulder while she moves by him ]

--ohmygod- [ she's going to give herself physical whiplash, with the way she keeps looking between peter and the room they just left. but she's honestly torn - she needs to fix this, whatever just happened with peter they need to talk about it and figure out what the hell happened and fix it because that- wasn't- they should not have- but there's people screaming in rage in the ballroom so ] We- Later. Later? [ she's touching her wrists to turn on her webshooters, walking backwards because she needs to talk to him, right, she can't just run back in there without saying something ] I mean, not [ here's a vague gesture back and forth between the two of them ] -not that again later. I meant talk later. [ wow ] Thrilling heroics now, talk later. Right.

[ her expression definitely shifts into yes, i'm aware i sound like an idiot, let's just pretend i don't, please? real fast before she turns back around, running back into the fray. and of course, the intention was to team up with spider-man and help keep all those people in there safe from each other. however! she runs in there and she gets hit with the worst level of kill-kill-kill this place can throw at her, and she starts off without looking back. so.

that's cool. ]

[quipsandthwips]

[And all the while, Peter watches her go through a long and clearly complicated set of thoughts and emotions, looking like a dumbstruck idiot. It's only when she redirects attention to his mask that he finally snaps to attention and everything sort of bleeds back into competency again. People are definitely attacking each other in there; his spider-senses go off as he rushes to pull his mask back on and turn toward the chaos.

That was fucked up, Deerington.

He's going to do his best not to focus on what just happened and get everyone roped up and out of harm's way. In a way, it's almost a good thing that people are going bonkers, since it gives them something to do! Right? Right? Okay no, it's not good, it's a mess, this is a mess. Time to swing, swing, thwip, no quips actively available; heroics now, talk later. Much later, after he melts into the earth to die a horrible, embarrassed death.

As Gwen vanishes into the fray and his lower lip aches and his spider senses warn him of a flying hammer, he can only think—]

Hello, 2019.