Museum: Harry/Gwen
Just turned eighteen and dressed in denim and rainbow under yellow, a beanie on her bright blonde hair, Gwen was on the first floor of the museum, in Mr. Morgan's Library.
She was trying not to worry about the absence of Peter or Flash, and she was trying not to be completely weird and obvious about the fact that there were five guys (she counted that morning) watching the building from all kinds of different angles. Luckily, there was a huge bank at the entrance, and that meant security was super outside. Inside, there were too many priceless things for there to be any real danger. She'd been crashing there since the night before, but that was mostly because the night security was an old friend of her dad's.
But she knew the agents outside would get tired of waiting for her to come out, and they'd eventually create some kind of ruse to get her out in the open. She needed to make sure the hard drive was with Ms. Carter (the second Ms. Carter) before that happened.
She looked up at the tall wall of books, messenger bag hugged to her middle, and she waited for Harry, still uncertain about their friendship, but completely trusting that he would see this through for her.