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[Being shot in the thigh is a strangely familiar experience for Peter Parker. Being poisoned with wolfsbane and spending a while hallucinating and incredibly nauseous is less so, but thanks to his enhanced metabolism, he winds up more or less okay symptom free in about an hour or two. (He makes a mental note to try and do some more research into how well he actually resists poisons and stuff like that.)

So for the first day after our latest vacation to Mirror Barge, Peter can be found napping in a hospital bed, playing Angry Birds on his phone, or inquiring after his friends and the general state of the ship. His right arm is heavily bandaged, and he's careful to keep weight off his leg, but otherwise, he actually seems kind of cheerful, if a little sedated.

A day or so later, and he'll be trying to hobble out on crutches if no one stops him.]

[Public Text]

so that sucked

sound off, where is everyone?

[Private to Gwen]

hey

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Cool. I will, I'll ask him.

[ it was cool. it was super cool. cool enough to make her turn her face against his shoulder again so she can kiss him there again. she's not sure why she's being so affectionate, maybe it's because of how messed up everything got, how she's still worried about the fact that he was shot, even though he's right here in her arms, totally healing up just fine. it's still scary. it's enough to make her want to smother him with caringcaringcaring and lovelovelove. which is why she eventually says- ]

You should probably get some sleep. Trying to fight against pain meds or whatever else they've given you might end up making you feel a little nauseous. And I'd rather keep snuggling you than holding a bucket for you to puke in, if it's all the same. [ she huffs a laugh through her nose, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder ] I'll even nap with you, so I'm right here when you wake up.

Actually, so it turns out my metabolism's kind of messed up, right? So I guess I go through this stuff a lot faster than I should, like, it starts wearing off before it would for a normal person? I mean I'm fine now, but it's actually kind of cool, because the wolfsbane wore off pretty quickly and hangovers aren't that bad.

[Woah wait, too many words there, Peter. His thoughts suddenly feel a little like they're melting or something, getting tangled up in each other, and he pauses for a moment to make a face.]

... I guess I do feel kinda nauseous.

[But maybe a little sleepy, too, so it's not hard to let his eyelids droop, or to let him relax into her a little more than he already was. You might be getting nuzzled a little.]

You promise?

[ she doesn't comment on that, but she does make a note of it, tries to convince herself she can handle waking up and finding Peter in pain from the meds wearing off. if that does happen, she'll be able to keep her nerve and help him get more. no sweat. she can do that. so she nods a little bit, tilting her head up so she can give him a kiss on the cheek. or the jaw, that was probably more like his jaw, since he's leaning into her. it doesn't matter. goodnap kisses! that's all that matters. ]

I promise.

[Don't be sad, Gwen, it's science!!

He smiles at the kiss - it's more like his mouth twitches up a little, but it's definitely there - and winds up blurting out the first thought that comes to mind, so enjoy that.]

Love you. [Which is... maybe the first time he's actually said it out loud? Did he mean to say it out loud? Who knows, maybe it's weird for her to hear because they haven't been together for that long, and she doesn't have the year plus on the Barge he's had to miss her and wish he could talk to her, but he does. Love her.]

[ you know? Gwen was going to actually try and nap. but then he goes and says THAT and it's like somebody injected her with an adrenaline shot, makes her heart go thumpa-thumpa and a wide smile crack across her face once it registers, both words, all seven letters. she sits up a little bit, just enough to turn and rest her chin on his shoulder, then she's bracing her hand on the other side of him so she can sit up and properly look at him.

all smiles, but her eyes are searching his, like she has to figure out if he's all there, if he realized what he said or- maybe she misheard him. something. she has to make sure. ]

Did you just say you love me, Peter Parker? Do you really mean it?

[Fortunately, Peter manages to prop his eyelids open for a while longer so they can do this thing, and maybe later it'll hit him that he should feel a little embarrassed that it just came out like that, but right now, he just gives her a dopey smile.]

Uh, yeah I do. [He rubs her arm gently (it's maybe going to turn into more petting the sleepier he gets) and just keeps smiling because come on, what kind of a question is that?] You're amazing, you know?

So are you. And you are also really, really high right now, aren't you? [ which is why she's leaning in to give him a kiss, just a little one. and then another one on his chin. ] That's okay, though. I'm willing to accept compliments from you no matter what state you're in.

[ that was a joke. see? she can be totally cool about this. the coolest. what's the big deal anyway - her boyfriend whom she has crazy feelings for and still feels ridiculous around, like a kid with a crush, said he loves her. ha ha ha she's not inwardly dancing around like a weirdo, no, not at all ]

I love you, too.

Good, because I mean it, [He insists, still grinning like a dope, definitely happy to reciprocate that kiss (as best he can, anyway), and then she says it back and just-

Wow. She loves him, and he's grinning so hard, it almost hurts.]

Man, why? [He's laughing, but because he's just- wow. She loves him, and he loves her, and it's really, really good to have her here right now.] I'm such a dork.

[But he leans up a little to kiss her again, even if it's a little hard to stop grinning long enough to do so.]

Maybe that's why I love you. Part of it, at least, for sure.

[ she's laughing too, even if she does turn to take a quick look around, make sure they aren't disturbing anyone from getting their rest or whatever else. but they're not, everybody's out like a light, no nurses or doctors giving them looks. which is good, it's great. she doesn't want to cut this moment short because of an angry nurse. her forehead rests against his once she's looking at him again, just for a second, just long enough for her to control her smile enough to be able to talk again ]

You're a dork and you're smart and you're probably the bravest person I know. And that's saying something, considering who my father is. [ why does she always bring up her dad during this stuff uhh let's not read into it ] I love you because you do things for the right reasons, no matter what. And because you're just- ridiculously cute, even when you're holed up in a hospital bed. I like that about you, too. [ nodnodnod, very serious reason, that last one. huge contributing factor. ]

[It's not that he doubts her - it's not that at all - or as if he doesn't think he deserves something like this, but it's still just... humbling, really, to hear all that and know that she means it. She loves him.]

When I'm not super doped up on painkillers, I'm totally going to embarrass you with all the reasons I love you, too. [As it is, he might fall asleep in the middle of it and ruin everything by snoring or something. Good work, Peter.]

Uh-huh.

[ she nudges her nose against his with a laugh before moving to lay down along his side again, getting comfy with her arm draped over his chest, curled around him, holding him close. without bumping any bruises, hopefully. ]

I think that definitely means it's nap time for us. We can continue this later on, okay?

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man I need more peter and gwen icons

i have so many from that scene haha

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