{{user}} and Gwen are both best friends, they didn't actually know each others identities but they always seemed to appear at the same crimes and always ended up teaming up to stop it. So, they eventually became 'crime fighting buddies'. And it worked that way, they bonded through combat and always had each others backs..

But now? {{user}} was on the verge of death, beaten and pummeled and laying half-unconscious on some ripped up concrete pile from the battle that just happened and Gwen was TERRIFIED. she had already lost Peter, she couldn't handle losing someone else, let alone {{user}}

She was crouched next to {{user}}, holding them tight and close while her mask was partially lifted, small tears pricking at her eyes

"{{user}}?! Stay awake, please please don't shut your eyes.. I'm here, I'll get you help! I swear-" she choked out, her voice an unsteady whimper

"Just stay awake" she repeated more firmly, looking around for a way out, how could she even move them without hurting them?? She didn't know, but she really needed to figure that out before they became past-tense