[ at the warning, her eyes snap to their surroundings. ] Ten-four. You got him?
[ the question she puts to venom who responds in the affirmative. venom does not communicate in words or even thoughts as she perceives them; rather, it speaks in sensation, in intent, in feeling. almost two years together means gwen can interpret with the best of them.
she hikes blue’s body higher up her back, mindful of her strength and his state. the symbiote maintains a safe hold on him. it isn't a fan of having another speaking directly to its host, but greater than the symbiote’s wariness is its respect for gwen's desire to protect.
the pulsefire weapons are too dangerous to leave behind, and the hair on her arms stands up just from handling it. gwen quickly webs the blades. it burns only the living so, hopefully, this will make them a little safer carry around. their pursuer she hangs in one of the houses from the ceiling like the world's angriest silk cocoon. he deserves to have his nose sunburned, but sense wins over over pettiness.
though she works fast, by the time she is finished, a vibration thrums through her awareness. not the loud alarm of immediate danger, but spider-sense has finally caught onto the approaching threat. she ducks into a different house, hoping to avoid being spotted. she carefully climbs out a window, clinging to the wall beside it.
the next building over looks like a shed of some sort. behind it are more houses, closer together. they could give them plenty of places to slink past unnoticed. but from here to the shed is a stretch of barren earth with barely a shrub. if she runs, they'll be spotted.
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[ the question she puts to venom who responds in the affirmative. venom does not communicate in words or even thoughts as she perceives them; rather, it speaks in sensation, in intent, in feeling. almost two years together means gwen can interpret with the best of them.
she hikes blue’s body higher up her back, mindful of her strength and his state. the symbiote maintains a safe hold on him. it isn't a fan of having another speaking directly to its host, but greater than the symbiote’s wariness is its respect for gwen's desire to protect.
the pulsefire weapons are too dangerous to leave behind, and the hair on her arms stands up just from handling it. gwen quickly webs the blades. it burns only the living so, hopefully, this will make them a little safer carry around. their pursuer she hangs in one of the houses from the ceiling like the world's angriest silk cocoon. he deserves to have his nose sunburned, but sense wins over over pettiness.
though she works fast, by the time she is finished, a vibration thrums through her awareness. not the loud alarm of immediate danger, but spider-sense has finally caught onto the approaching threat. she ducks into a different house, hoping to avoid being spotted. she carefully climbs out a window, clinging to the wall beside it.
the next building over looks like a shed of some sort. behind it are more houses, closer together. they could give them plenty of places to slink past unnoticed. but from here to the shed is a stretch of barren earth with barely a shrub. if she runs, they'll be spotted.
gwen chews the inside of her cheek. ]
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