Flash didn’t answer, just staring at her for a long second. Yeah, all kinds of crazy things had happened to him in the last few years so this shouldn’t have been so surprising, but he just couldn’t get his head around the fact that he was standing there talking to Gwen Stacy. 

Whatever universe he was in, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be there or not. 

❝ Just so you know  ———  I absolutely think you’re copying me, ❞  she teased.

“I can’t lose you again”

from here | 11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum

Gwen allowed herself to relax into Flash’s hug, and answered quietly. “I…it’s just nice… not to worry I’ll get someone hurt because I care for them..” she admitted.

She had the prettiest wings. 

If he was being completely honest, he was a little jealous of them. Flash didn’t have wings of his own. He didn’t even have legs anymore. Since losing them in the army, he stuck to his wheelchair. But even though he was stuck, she wasn’t, and he loved watching her. She was probably the most graceful thing he’d ever seen. 

Flash had known since they’d met in school that she was his soulmate. He had her name - Gwendolyn - written on the inside of his wrist. He didn’t know if she had his, or if she even remembered what his real name was, since so few people used it. He’d considered bringing it up before he left for the Army, but by the time he got back, with his injury, he’d decided to keep that information to himself.