[The last few days had not been good for Gwen. First, their mission had gone horribly awry. While she did heal Jim as planned, that had been an ordeal in itself, and learning Spock had overpowered Peter and taken him had not been pretty (Seriously, sorry to whoever's car that was that she flipped). That meant a good 24 hours of stressing and worrying about his safety, worrying if she was going to lose someone else she cared about, after hearing Jim so viciously blame her for doing just that.
She barely slept, even when she tried, it was just nightmares, and just when she thought she was going to have Peter back in her arms again, he was-- gone. It had taken her a minute to recover from the overload that healing Spock had done to her. She knew about his touch telepathy, but it was still worse than she expected, and when she was finally aware enough to look for Peter, she couldn't find him.
Once she was sure Jim and Spock were good, she hurried home, thinking maybe he went there, but...nope. So she texted. She texted again. Called him, even.
No response.
That only made her anxiety worse. Did something happen to him? Surely if he was in bad shape, Jim or Spock would've done something, but she didn't even get a chance to assess him, to even know if he was okay.
Not knowing what else to do, she took to the city, swinging the streets she knew like back of her hand now, stopping at their favorite look out spots, but still-- nothing.
Where was he?
Could he have been sent back home? Wouldn't he had disappeared from her contacts, if that was the case? And if he was fine, why was he ignoring her? Why didn't he come home? She had a million questions, zero answers, and anxiety through the roof. But all she could do was go home and wait and hope he finally answered her.
It honestly feels like an eternity when the door finally opens and there he is. Even if she's been worried and frustrated, it's still a gut reaction that she launches herself up from the couch and wraps her arms around him.]
Peter, oh my god-- [He looks worse for wear, but in one piece, and that's all that mattered right now. The relief at seeing him alive and okay is all she needs for the moment. But relief won't last too long, and her frustration will return soon enough.]
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She barely slept, even when she tried, it was just nightmares, and just when she thought she was going to have Peter back in her arms again, he was-- gone. It had taken her a minute to recover from the overload that healing Spock had done to her. She knew about his touch telepathy, but it was still worse than she expected, and when she was finally aware enough to look for Peter, she couldn't find him.
Once she was sure Jim and Spock were good, she hurried home, thinking maybe he went there, but...nope. So she texted. She texted again. Called him, even.
No response.
That only made her anxiety worse. Did something happen to him? Surely if he was in bad shape, Jim or Spock would've done something, but she didn't even get a chance to assess him, to even know if he was okay.
Not knowing what else to do, she took to the city, swinging the streets she knew like back of her hand now, stopping at their favorite look out spots, but still-- nothing.
Where was he?
Could he have been sent back home? Wouldn't he had disappeared from her contacts, if that was the case? And if he was fine, why was he ignoring her? Why didn't he come home? She had a million questions, zero answers, and anxiety through the roof. But all she could do was go home and wait and hope he finally answered her.
It honestly feels like an eternity when the door finally opens and there he is. Even if she's been worried and frustrated, it's still a gut reaction that she launches herself up from the couch and wraps her arms around him.]
Peter, oh my god-- [He looks worse for wear, but in one piece, and that's all that mattered right now. The relief at seeing him alive and okay is all she needs for the moment. But relief won't last too long, and her frustration will return soon enough.]