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<span class="mu-r">“Don’t worry about it. I might need your help navigating the place, though.”</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">“You didn’t lose my number, right? I was hoping to at least get a phone call from you when you started feeling better. I’d even settle for a non-conjugal visit.”</span>
Gwen scoffed, but you could see her face growing pink. <span class="mu-g">“I’m not in prison, you dork.”</span> she said. But after taking a look around, she seemed to lose confidence in these words.
<span class="mu-g">“Although, there are times when I have trouble telling the difference.”</span> she continued, running hand through her hair. <span class="mu-g">“And yeah, that’s my bad. I totally forgot to tell you, but my reception is trash up here. I have to use this Wi-Fi calling app to even talk to people.”</span>
She sounded very distressed by this development, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to keep hounding her about it. Instead, you asked her about the app, and promised to download it once you were below the cloudline again.
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<span class="mu-r">“So, do you have your codename already?”</span> you asked, speaking into your bluetooth as you swung through the city.
<span class="mu-r">“What is it? ‘Major Manhattan’? ‘Private Brooklyn’? ‘Sergeant Staten Island’?”</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">“Okay, that last one was weak. I don’t even know where you’re from. Maybe you could be…’Queen Queens’...?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“First of all,”</span> Gwen began. <span class="mu-g">“I don’t see why my naming schemes only consist of boroughs. Captain America gets an entire country, and I can’t even get a measly state?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“That’s fair. That was narrow-minded of me. You can be ‘Major Metropolis’ if you want.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“And secondly,”</span> she continued, apparently choosing to ignore that last part. <span class="mu-g">“I was born in Manhattan, but that <span class="mu-i">doesn’t</span> mean that I want to run around calling myself ‘Major Manhattan’!”</span>
Damn. She beat you to it.
Gwen sighed. <span class="mu-g">“The truth is, I haven’t thought of anything good yet. And if I don’t think of something good before my first mission, then Bloodhound says that he’s gonna let Peter Pan come up with one for me.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, yeah. And his naming sense is way worse than yours.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Don’t rub it in…”</span> she grumbled.
<span class="mu-r">“Just give it time. It took me a little while to figure out my gimmick too.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Yeah, but at least yours make sense. You’re out there hunting Rhino men and Russian Unicorns.”</span> she argued.
You tried, and failed to suppress a snort. <span class="mu-r">“Okay, Gwen? I know that was your very first time meeting me and all, but that’s not something that I do every day. It was weird for me too.”</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">“I might fight a giant immortal crocodile every once in a while, but I really don’t think it's all that common.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I just don’t feel like I’ve done anything to deserve this shield.”</span> Gwen admitted. <span class="mu-g">“Like, is it really okay for me to take all these things and call myself a ‘superhero’?”</span>
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