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{@OneLuckyMark} « or anything?”

{@OneLuckyMark} « and getting out of there /before/ the cops showed up. “You alright? Not hurt are you? Not mutating into a giant vulture »

{@OneLuckyMark} « with the police, so she didn’t have to worry about that. She just had to worry about making sure everyone was alright, »

{@OneLuckyMark} « narrowed her eyes behind the mask in order to get a better look at the female. The store owner was already on the phone »

{@OneLuckyMark} « Crouching down in front of the female, Gwen titled her head some, the eyes on her mask narrowing a little as she »

{@OneLuckyMark} « Her mask was her badge, and she couldn’t have been prouder of that, especially right now. “Now, you sit tight.” »

{@OneLuckyMark} « back to her on a piece of paper. She was out here protecting people and saving people, just like her father had been. »

{@OneLuckyMark} « OsCorp helped people, but not like this. Like this, she got to see the results of her hard work in person, not handed »

{@OneLuckyMark} « dangerous and stupid, but she was also /saving/ people, and she was doing so to the best of her ability. Her work at »

{@OneLuckyMark} « of her for helping people in the only way she could. Yes, swinging around in spandex and hiding behind a mask was »

{@OneLuckyMark} « everything that her father had done, of everything he had ever taught her, and she liked to think that he would be proud »

{@OneLuckyMark} « she had wanted to be able to protect people, save people, just like he had, for just as long. She was /proud/ of »

{@OneLuckyMark} Gwen prided herself on being able to save people. Her father had been a policeman for as long as she could remember, and »

{@NoWebsAttached} « supposed to. She hit him. The rest was up to Peter.

{@NoWebsAttached} « some behind her mask as the metal whipped back around the pole, and flew directly into Electro, just as it was »

{@NoWebsAttached} « launch straight at Electro the second she let go. “Lights out!” Letting the cover go, Gwen watched, eyes widening »

{@NoWebsAttached} « The way she had landed, though, the web attached to the cover was wrapped around the pole and pulled tight, ready to »

{@NoWebsAttached} « she turned and managed to land herself back on the ground, barely catching the metal object as it flew towards her. »

{@NoWebsAttached} « instead casually sailing past it, while shooting a web at the sewer cover. Once the cover was coming with her, though, »