Re: Capital: Holly + Gwen
Our Spider had never liked Jersey. She'd forayed, and it totally was not her scene. Okay, that wasn't entirely true (in fact, it was entirely untrue), but she didn't think minutia mattered when she was super obscured in a head-to-toe suit. No one knew the girl behind the mask, and that totally meant she could leave the clone label behind for the night. She realized (totally out of the blue) that maybe that was the thing she liked best about her webslinging heroics. She wasn't labeled as anything but that girl in the suit, and she found that super awesome. This was a label she'd created. No one had assigned it to her. But, for the record, the burroughs of New York weren't pretty either.
But it was totally time to focus. This swinging thing wasn't second nature yet, and none of her many practice sessions had included actual live people (discounting those pigeons again). But she totally didn't hurt the guy's car, and she did waste a precious few seconds to wave at him through the front windshield. Hi! Sorry! As she knelt on the roof.
Okay, back to the main storyline.
The runner was running, and Gwen had a good hold on Angry Girl's waist. For a split second, she totally thought she wasn't going to be able to swing with the additional weight (she'd practiced with lab equipment, but lab equipment totally didn't squirm). But, in the end, Angry Girl was even lighter than the non-squirming lab equipment, and Gwen swung up in a super impressive arc and landed on the building opposite the alley.
Down below, the big guys were trying to decide which way the runner had gone, and Gwen set her somewhat-unwilling passenger down. Her response to the other girl's smart comment about pick-ups was an exaggerated shrug, one paired with palms flat in the air and upward, and with a tilt of her head. It was totally an oops! gesture, and Gwen was smiling beneath the mask.