[Gwen's only half aware that Jim is behind her when she stops. Panic has consumed her at this point, and she puts her hands to her head, trying to figure out something.
She hears Jim talking, but doesn't process the words, doesn't understand the reassurances he's trying to give her. All she can focus on is the fact that Peter was gone. He was hurt, his life was in danger, and she was helpless to do anything about it.
This was all her fault. She should never have let him take that suit. She should have made sure it was charged first, or just insisted he go in his regular suit, or just never let him go on his own in the first place--
The anger and frustration she felt at herself bubbled inside her, until all she could do to let it out was grab the closest thing and throw it with all her strength-- it just happened to be a helpless car. She lifted it with ease, tossed it like it was nothing, and it crumbled at the force of her throw. A guttural cry escaped her lips, and she dropped to her knees, pounding her fist on the ground. Again, she made no effort to hold back her strength, not caring that she left a dent in the concrete. But finally, some of that anger seemed to be dissipating from her, and she had to fight back tears.]
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She hears Jim talking, but doesn't process the words, doesn't understand the reassurances he's trying to give her. All she can focus on is the fact that Peter was gone. He was hurt, his life was in danger, and she was helpless to do anything about it.
This was all her fault. She should never have let him take that suit. She should have made sure it was charged first, or just insisted he go in his regular suit, or just never let him go on his own in the first place--
The anger and frustration she felt at herself bubbled inside her, until all she could do to let it out was grab the closest thing and throw it with all her strength-- it just happened to be a helpless car. She lifted it with ease, tossed it like it was nothing, and it crumbled at the force of her throw. A guttural cry escaped her lips, and she dropped to her knees, pounding her fist on the ground. Again, she made no effort to hold back her strength, not caring that she left a dent in the concrete. But finally, some of that anger seemed to be dissipating from her, and she had to fight back tears.]
This is all my fault.