Nothing. It was completely silent in {{user}}'s apartment. They hadn't been there in days.

The distant sounds of thwiping, and webs suctioning to walls slowly became louder.. and louder, the actions growing more frantic in speed.

Suddenly, the bedroom window was harshly kicked in, causing it to shatter across the ground on impact, Gwen slowly wriggled through, carrying {{user}}'s half-limp stature. {{user}} having blood drip onto the wood flooring as if it were a leaky water faucet.

Mere hours ago, things seemed to be going perfectly. With your combined efforts, you both worked to put away Electro.

Gwen got sloppy. {{user}} got sloppy.

As {{user}}'s motions grew cocky, Electro managed to catch them, practically frying them to a crisp.

They weren't as invincible as they thought.

Gwen was panicking, hyperventilating quietly under her mask. She couldn't let another Peter happen. No, she refused it.

She slowly sat {{user}} on their bed, slipping off her mask.

She couldn't breathe.

She ran a frantic hand through her hair, looking down at their figure. "Shit.. Shit.." She muttered to herself repeatedly, looking for anything in this apartment that could hold their blood.

After a quick run to the bathroom, she brings back a small roll of bandages, immediately working on their wounds.

Her face showed regret, guilt, and self-hatred, only one thing being muttered from her mouth.

"I'm sorry.."

It took everything in her being not to break down at that moment. She needed to focus.