Nothing like a little plague in the morning
Characters: Gwen Cooper and Tony Stark
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern, after this transmission
Location: Gwen's room
Relative Date: Current, during plague plot
Status: closed, incomplete
Tony didn't exactly run but it was at least a half-jog. He was worried. Of course, it could have been for nothing. Scores of women get sick while they are pregnant with no lasting effects and he was sure Gwen, like anyone, had been sick a number of times before and had clearly come out of it fine. Of course there were no hospitals here but there were doctors if one was really needed. It could just be a cold. Why else would she need tissues? Tony took a box from one of the communal bathrooms on his way up.
He stopped outside her door. She had been worried about how she looked. Tony almost laughed and he wasn't even sure why. Gwen wasn't the type he usually went for but she was hardly cruising for a bad on her head. So what if she was a bit snotty? Who else would look as cute with bed hair?
He tapped on the door before opening it. "Gwen? It's me, Tony. I got your tissues." He stepped cautiously into the room. "You awake, hun?" He moved closer to the bed and located Gwen in the covers. Crap
Rating: TBD
Time Period: Modern, after this transmission
Location: Gwen's room
Relative Date: Current, during plague plot
Status: closed, incomplete
Tony didn't exactly run but it was at least a half-jog. He was worried. Of course, it could have been for nothing. Scores of women get sick while they are pregnant with no lasting effects and he was sure Gwen, like anyone, had been sick a number of times before and had clearly come out of it fine. Of course there were no hospitals here but there were doctors if one was really needed. It could just be a cold. Why else would she need tissues? Tony took a box from one of the communal bathrooms on his way up.
He stopped outside her door. She had been worried about how she looked. Tony almost laughed and he wasn't even sure why. Gwen wasn't the type he usually went for but she was hardly cruising for a bad on her head. So what if she was a bit snotty? Who else would look as cute with bed hair?
He tapped on the door before opening it. "Gwen? It's me, Tony. I got your tissues." He stepped cautiously into the room. "You awake, hun?" He moved closer to the bed and located Gwen in the covers. Crap