[Gwen shrugs sheepishly at Peter. She feels bad. She wanted to tell him sooner, but even without Spock binding her with a promise to keep it under wraps, she still didn't feel right sharing it.]
... It wasn't my secret to share. [He of all people will understand that. They both do. While they share their biggest no-longer-a-secrete secret, that doesn't mean everyone else does.
She shifts on her feet, trying to calm her nerves. She knows Peter can hear the way her heart beats. Talking about having to fight them, to stun them, or whatever else is necessary-- she doesn't like it. It's too close to what happened to her Peter, too damn close to how awful that situation ended. She couldn't let that happen again. She had to figure this Doctor thing out.]
No, it didn't. But I'll figure it out. I promise, I'll fix you guys. No matter what. [She's grateful for Peter's hand, and she squeezes back, trying to feel confident. It's the unknown that's bothering her. They don't know what this infection will do to their friends. But if anyone can figure this out, her and Peter can. Together.
But any amount of confidence she might have been gaining quickly was thrown out the window. Jim and Spock escaped, far more easily than she expected. Her and Peter put up a fight, but waiting until the middle of the night when they were tired, sleep deprived, and the webs were at it's weakest was definitely a bold and successful move on their part.
So they swerved tactics. Since containing them didn't work the first time, they had to reevaluate their webbing, make something new and stronger to handle Spock, and then move to trying to contain them again.
Which. Unfortunately, once again, does not go as planned. Gwen managed to save Jim! Which was part of the plan, at least. She finally figured out to heal him! Only!! The Spock distraction plan didn't work right. Peter was only supposed to lure Spock away, maybe try to use the new webbing on him to detain him so she could heal him later. He wasn't supposed to go and get himself captured!
Needless to say, she's been a worried mess since she realized he was gone. Taken. By a Gnosia with the power to end him without a moments notice. The only thing keeping her sane was knowing that Jim and Spock hadn't been really killing anyone they captured, just toying with them. Peter might be hurt, but he should at least be alive, and she had to hold on to that hope.
Jim was confident he could find Spock, too. Confident that he convince him to meet them, that they could get Peter back, and while she was still trying to process all the shit he said to her the day before, she agreed to trust him. He knew Spock best, after all.
So here they were, Jim meditating and reaching out?? Somehow?? Gwen has so many questions, but she's too uneasy and eager to get Peter back to push it right now. So she keeps watch as they sit in the park. She knows she should rest, but she can't, not until Peter's home and safe, so she waits. And waits.
It feels like forever, but suddenly Jim speaks up and she's on her feet instantly.]
What? Where? How-- [She literally has a million questions running through her head right now, but him saying "they" gives her so much relief.]
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... It wasn't my secret to share. [He of all people will understand that. They both do. While they share their biggest no-longer-a-secrete secret, that doesn't mean everyone else does.
She shifts on her feet, trying to calm her nerves. She knows Peter can hear the way her heart beats. Talking about having to fight them, to stun them, or whatever else is necessary-- she doesn't like it. It's too close to what happened to her Peter, too damn close to how awful that situation ended. She couldn't let that happen again. She had to figure this Doctor thing out.]
No, it didn't. But I'll figure it out. I promise, I'll fix you guys. No matter what. [She's grateful for Peter's hand, and she squeezes back, trying to feel confident. It's the unknown that's bothering her. They don't know what this infection will do to their friends. But if anyone can figure this out, her and Peter can. Together.
But any amount of confidence she might have been gaining quickly was thrown out the window. Jim and Spock escaped, far more easily than she expected. Her and Peter put up a fight, but waiting until the middle of the night when they were tired, sleep deprived, and the webs were at it's weakest was definitely a bold and successful move on their part.
So they swerved tactics. Since containing them didn't work the first time, they had to reevaluate their webbing, make something new and stronger to handle Spock, and then move to trying to contain them again.
Which. Unfortunately, once again, does not go as planned. Gwen managed to save Jim! Which was part of the plan, at least. She finally figured out to heal him! Only!! The Spock distraction plan didn't work right. Peter was only supposed to lure Spock away, maybe try to use the new webbing on him to detain him so she could heal him later. He wasn't supposed to go and get himself captured!
Needless to say, she's been a worried mess since she realized he was gone. Taken. By a Gnosia with the power to end him without a moments notice. The only thing keeping her sane was knowing that Jim and Spock hadn't been really killing anyone they captured, just toying with them. Peter might be hurt, but he should at least be alive, and she had to hold on to that hope.
Jim was confident he could find Spock, too. Confident that he convince him to meet them, that they could get Peter back, and while she was still trying to process all the shit he said to her the day before, she agreed to trust him. He knew Spock best, after all.
So here they were, Jim meditating and reaching out?? Somehow?? Gwen has so many questions, but she's too uneasy and eager to get Peter back to push it right now. So she keeps watch as they sit in the park. She knows she should rest, but she can't, not until Peter's home and safe, so she waits. And waits.
It feels like forever, but suddenly Jim speaks up and she's on her feet instantly.]
What? Where? How-- [She literally has a million questions running through her head right now, but him saying "they" gives her so much relief.]
Tell me everything.