[X] Ask for time to think about it.
"I'd like to have time to think this over," Peter told her. "I appreciate the offer, but the scope is large enough that I'll need more than a split-second decision."
A hint of approval appeared alongside the Blonde Phantom's smile. "That's alright. Just give me a call when you've come to a decision."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
Peter watched as the detective looked around at her surroundings. "If you need help getting down..." He pointed to the flight pack at his back. "It handles alright when I'm not going full throttle."
The Blonde Phantom chuckled. "That's sweet of you, but..." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, and Peter saw what she was pointing at.
"The fire escape."
"Doesn't beat using a jetpack but walls are much less dangerous." The statement elicited another chuckle.
* * *
Gwen made her appearance known by swiping a slice of pizza from the top-most box.
"Don't give me that," she said in response to Peter's scowl. "You have three boxes. I think you can sacrifice a slice or two for me.
I'm the one who has to go without roast beef sandwiches."
Peter sheepishly averted his gaze, but said nothing.
Gwen took a bite out of the pizza, and her eyes lit up. "Wow, this is actually not bad. Where'd you get this from?"
"That new snack corner they put in the cafeteria. Three bucks a pop for pizza that doesn't taste like melted rubber on soggy cardboard. Three bucks a pop, but it's worth it for something that actually resembles food."
"Speaking of food," Gwen said after taking another, much larger bite, "or rather, some food for thought; I've been thinking about what you said earlier. You know." Setting down her half-eaten lunch, she lifted the hood of her sweater up over her head to get her point across silently. "And I was thinking that if you were free sometime this weekend..."
"Are you sure Dr. Connors won't miss you?"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "I could always ask for some time off. He's been pretty busy lately anyways with a new project. Besides, what could be more romantic than bashing some criminal's teeth in?"
"Bashing some criminal's teeth in
together?"
"Oh, Pete. You know just how to touch a girl's heart," said Gwen grinned as she leaned against Peter. "So, what do you say?"
The sound of a camera going off interrupted Peter before he could give an answer. "Ah, young love," a voice accompanied the noise, "that one's going in the yearbook, I think."
Gwen wrinkled her nose as Peter saw the source of the noise, which was found sitting across from them at their lunch table.
"Harry?" Peter asked, unable to mask the incredulity in his voice.
"Peter," Harry returned, "And Gwen too."
"You're not here to thank me again, are you? You've only done it about a million times now." When Peter shot her a look of confusion, Gwen elaborated, "I...might have helped Harry out here during that incident. You know the one."
"Your girlfriend is being modest. She practically saved my life, and I am nothing if not grateful."
"So what are you here for then?"
"Something to do with that camera," added Peter as his stare lingered upon it. It looked brand-spanking-new, but it wasn't anything Peter's seen in any of the catalogs he's gone through.
A new model that hasn't even been released yet?
"Got in one. You're looking at the new editor for the Midtown High school newspaper."
"What happened to the old one?"
"She left," Harry said with a casual shrug. "And when nobody stepped up, I went to the teacher that sponsored it and took charge myself."
"Never pegged you for a guy interested in the news," said Gwen.
"I need a hobby. And being editor looks good," he added a little too quickly, before he smiled. "Speaking of which, you're right, Pete, it
is newspaper business. I want to interview you."
"
Me?"
"Liz is gone, Eugene would rather punch my face than talk to it, and Charlie is too busy not trying to drop the soap...which leaves you." Harry grinned. "It's a simple thing, really. You come over to my house over the weekend, I take a few pictures, ask a few questions, and you're done. Simple."
Peter thought back to their first meeting in Math class, and got the feeling that anything involving Harry could hardly be described as 'simple'.
"And if I say no?"
Harry's expression morphed into one of confusion, of which Peter had a hard time determining whether or not it was genuine. "Why would you say no?"
Simple.
Who do you want to spend the majority of your weekend with?
[ ] Gwen: Two heads are better than one for busting skulls together.
[ ] Harry: He seems pretty insistent. Maybe you could even repair the cool relationship between you two along the way.
[ ] Neither: You had other plans for this weekend actually.
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Note: You can't vote to do both. It's either/or.