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hibana_incursaA late-night showing of Nightmare on Elm Street was the perfect date. Gwen wasn't exactly fond of horror films, but she was with Daniel. They spent more time trying to not crack up at the others reactions, and a decent amount of time kissing during the film, that Gwen wasn't sure either of them really watched Freddy murder anyone. Holding Daniels hand as they walked back to the car, enjoying the quiet of the town at almost one AM, had also been really great.
But in Gwens experience, good things come to an end. And this ending was the end of a lot. It was the end of Gwen trying to live a normal life, it was the end of Gwen keeping a pretty major secret from her best friend.
And Gwen was sure it was the end of the shortest relationship she'd ever been in. Ever. Not that Gwen had a lot of experience with that. She's had a handful of romantic relationships in her time. But this one was nice. Danny was amazing. She cared so deeply for him that when the man with the knife stole her backpack and threatened them both, it was Ghost-Spider that reacted.
That man was a threat. That man was a danger. He had to be stopped.
So while the man ran across the street to the darkened park, Gwen followed. And she followed fast. Supernaturally fast. Not that she was going to beat The Flash in any races, but it was enough to catch up to the guy.
Now, Gwen wore her webshooters everywhere out of habit. They stayed tucked away under the long sleeves of the shirts and hoodies she wore and for all that anyone cared, they looked like watches.
But watches don't have a pad that flips out to rest in the palm of her hand, and they don't shoot strings of webbing when the pad is pushed.
It's just a few short moments after that, a quick kick here, a fast punch there, Gwen dodging knife-swing after knife-swing with twists and jumps that defy gravity and human mobility, all influenced by both her years as a dancer and years learning Karate before grabbing the mans hand and taking the knife out. Throwing it at the sidewalk with such ferocity that it snaps. Leaving the guy webbed to a tree and then it hits Gwen.
She should have let her backpack go. Now she's probably fucked everything up entirely. Now there are three people in this universe that know about her abilities, and honestly if Danny wasn't scared away by that, she'd be surprised.
So she stands on the sidewalk, clutching her backpack tight and staring at the knocked-out and very drunk mugger (and thank God he's hammered, because no one would believe what happened to him), afraid to look anywhere else because she's pretty sure Daniel took off running.
But in Gwens experience, good things come to an end. And this ending was the end of a lot. It was the end of Gwen trying to live a normal life, it was the end of Gwen keeping a pretty major secret from her best friend.
And Gwen was sure it was the end of the shortest relationship she'd ever been in. Ever. Not that Gwen had a lot of experience with that. She's had a handful of romantic relationships in her time. But this one was nice. Danny was amazing. She cared so deeply for him that when the man with the knife stole her backpack and threatened them both, it was Ghost-Spider that reacted.
That man was a threat. That man was a danger. He had to be stopped.
So while the man ran across the street to the darkened park, Gwen followed. And she followed fast. Supernaturally fast. Not that she was going to beat The Flash in any races, but it was enough to catch up to the guy.
Now, Gwen wore her webshooters everywhere out of habit. They stayed tucked away under the long sleeves of the shirts and hoodies she wore and for all that anyone cared, they looked like watches.
But watches don't have a pad that flips out to rest in the palm of her hand, and they don't shoot strings of webbing when the pad is pushed.
It's just a few short moments after that, a quick kick here, a fast punch there, Gwen dodging knife-swing after knife-swing with twists and jumps that defy gravity and human mobility, all influenced by both her years as a dancer and years learning Karate before grabbing the mans hand and taking the knife out. Throwing it at the sidewalk with such ferocity that it snaps. Leaving the guy webbed to a tree and then it hits Gwen.
She should have let her backpack go. Now she's probably fucked everything up entirely. Now there are three people in this universe that know about her abilities, and honestly if Danny wasn't scared away by that, she'd be surprised.
So she stands on the sidewalk, clutching her backpack tight and staring at the knocked-out and very drunk mugger (and thank God he's hammered, because no one would believe what happened to him), afraid to look anywhere else because she's pretty sure Daniel took off running.
