Father/Daughter Woods Bad Time
Gwen liked her spider-suit just fine but it'd be pretty sweet to not have to always have it on under stuff when she went out. "Well yeah! That'd be freaking sweet." Plus it'd just be yet another thing they could maybe work on together although he'd probably need to do most of it because that was probably way harder than bot-building.
First though, they had to get rid of these gross things and get back to town.
It looked like it was going to be a lot of target practice at first which was actually pretty great because she'd gotten really good at that. Web dicks and all were pretty great practice when it came to aiming at specific spots. As Tony fired shots at them she did the same, encasing several in webs they weren't going to be able to get out of very easily. Thank goodness there was moisture in the air. That'd been a real problem in Vegas because it prevented her shooters from working at all.
"Game face," she repeated, nodding at him before she leapt up and swung through the branches. Along the way, several more of those gross things dropped down on the ground. When she landed on the ground again, she wiped some saliva off her arm. "Ugh, remind me to check with the Hargreeves to see if they've got any exfoliating cream, because that skin's gonna have to die before it's clean again."