Losing her grip on the person held hostage under the broken structure, she was shoved backwards and off the ground. Eyes wide, her senses set off and in the split of a second that she was allowed bent backwards, arms straight out and legs turning over her head in an impromptu flip. There, she landed on the very pads of her fingers, one leg tucked up at her chest, the other stretched just over a crack and she stared - slightly cross eyed - at the a metal pole with a jagged tip just inches away from her face.
That...would not have been good.
Quickly, Spider-Woman recovered and went back for the person screaming for her. He wasn't the president, but he was someone and once she was able to pull him out of the death trap, carried him to the helicopter. "Where the hell is he?" She growled, frustrated, to herself. Helpers were scrambling left and right, panicked and unsure of what to do now. One in particular caught her attention so she turned at the man gesturing wildly, screaming about a building across the Secretariat. There! There! He's in there!
Damn. "Get everyone that you can out of here!" Spider-Woman loudly instructed as she darted toward the structure still put together - it was barely holding up, crooked and seemingly starting to collapse from the bottom floor up, which meant that the main entrance was no longer an option. Going for the next best thing, the woman sprung onto the wall and climbed upward, all too aware of the surface rattling beneath her fingertips. God, she hoped he was in here.
Fist curled, she punched out the wall and slipped in and started zig-zagging through falling pieces. The arch ceiling was cracking - she was on a very limited time frame.