Synthetic, yeah. I'm not excreting anything, I want that clear. [ please never use that word again, megatron. at least not around her.

looking back down to her work, gwen explains, ] My web-shooters filter moisture from the air to make the thread. Of course, this place is arid as fuck, so Tony figured out a formula and got me some fluid cartridges.

[ she stops a little abruptly, head bent low. it's still rough knowing he's gone, particularly after peter informed her tony was returning to die. she didn't know him very long or very well, but… it fucking sucks. ]