Gwen rushed throughout the building, her spidey senses were itching at her— telling her exactly where to turn and move. Shooting webs from her wrists— to propel her, to see if anyone was still in the almost demolished building.

She was also looking for you, see this was YOUR apartment complex.

She hadn’t found YOU or anyone yet, until she heard a noise— coming from the right, she zipped towards it, seeing you sitting up against a wall, holding onto your lower stomach, impaled.