[Gwen's already taking in as much information as she can before she even gets through the doorway. Tripwire? Really? She doesn't believe Jim would even think she would fall for that, and she dances over it easily, but that just mentally prepares her for the onslaught of lights that come.
She sensed people, but she has to squint thanks to the bright lights to see the cages-- rows of them, all with nearly a dozen people. She knew they would be bloodthirsty, but this? This was way beyond anything she expected. What were they even doing to them?
She moved towards the cages without thinking, ready to rip open the bars and free them when Jim's voice rang from above. She looked up at him immediately, honestly horrified by what she saw. It was Jim, but in a state almost beyond recognition. How could this really be the kind hearted Captain her and Peter had befriended? But she was no stranger to mysterious circumstances leading to a friend, changed beyond recognition. It-- hurts. Another reminder of how she failed before. But she would not fail this time. She could save Jim. She had to.]
There you are! Did you really do all this for me? Awww, how sweet. [But before she can even put her arm out to swing towards him, the waves of sound surround her, and she drops to her knees, hands going to her ears. She grits her teeth, trying to focus through the noise, but it hammers at her senses in the most painful of ways. The biggest downside of super senses was the risk of getting overwhelmed, and Jim hit the nail with that.
It takes everything that she has to raise her arm again. Swinging isn't going to happen, and her aim is probably going to be shit, but she has to try. So she shoots, hoping her web hits it's mark-- the remote in his hand.]
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She sensed people, but she has to squint thanks to the bright lights to see the cages-- rows of them, all with nearly a dozen people. She knew they would be bloodthirsty, but this? This was way beyond anything she expected. What were they even doing to them?
She moved towards the cages without thinking, ready to rip open the bars and free them when Jim's voice rang from above. She looked up at him immediately, honestly horrified by what she saw. It was Jim, but in a state almost beyond recognition. How could this really be the kind hearted Captain her and Peter had befriended? But she was no stranger to mysterious circumstances leading to a friend, changed beyond recognition. It-- hurts. Another reminder of how she failed before. But she would not fail this time. She could save Jim. She had to.]
There you are! Did you really do all this for me? Awww, how sweet. [But before she can even put her arm out to swing towards him, the waves of sound surround her, and she drops to her knees, hands going to her ears. She grits her teeth, trying to focus through the noise, but it hammers at her senses in the most painful of ways. The biggest downside of super senses was the risk of getting overwhelmed, and Jim hit the nail with that.
It takes everything that she has to raise her arm again. Swinging isn't going to happen, and her aim is probably going to be shit, but she has to try. So she shoots, hoping her web hits it's mark-- the remote in his hand.]