Spider-Gwen 2 || Hanging by a Thread

Exonerate || Gwen Stacy

You're alright, don't panic... Gwen began inhaling sharply, trying to prevent her mind from getting scrambled as she continued weaving through the city's skyscrapers. ...Even if you can't outrun them, you can take them down if need be.

Even though it was true that Gwen could probably incapacitate these officers, the thought hurt her to think about-enough to where Gwen questioned if that wasn't herself doing the thinking, if that was possible.

Just as Gwen twisted her wrists to change direction again, an all-too familiar sensation began to prickle the back of her neck. Gwen shot a web downwards, sensing danger coming right at her as she pulled herself closer to the ground.

A forceful gust of wind nearly blew her cowl down as she looked up at what had almost hit her: it was a police helicopter, gliding with ease in her direction.

"You sideline the big toys for Black Cat, but not for me?!!" Gwen shouted in frustration at the helicopter, trying to get upwards before she could get cut off. Her near-collision with the helicopter had given the rest of the police cruisers to catch up, their sirens joining the deafening roar of the helicopter's blades as they raced after the city's most infamous vigilante.

The chase was beginning to catch up with Gwen-even her superpowered muscles were beginning to tire from having traversed the city so much today, and she felt every breath grow deeper and needier for oxygen.

They were going to catch her.

Gwen felt the helicopter bearing down from behind her, and she quickly stretched her arm and pressed the button on her web-shooter. But as the line of webbing fired, the helicopter passed over Gwen to intercept it; the line got caught in the blade, which yanked Gwen off-course and flung her sharply to the right.

She yelled as she crashed into an electronic billboard, feeling sparks shoot through her arm and sear her flesh before she rolled off of it and tumbled onto the sidewalk. Gwen groaned as she lifted her head, surveying the bright lights of her current location: Times Square.

As Gwen got to her feet, the helicopter slowed its approach, staying out in front of her as the police cars swerved around her, keeping their distance while cutting off all points of escape.

Her heart pounded as she caught her breath, dozens of police car doors flying open as the officers stepped out and took aim, each one holding a taser or net launcher as Gwen's head spun, desperately looking for a weak point. But she saw none.

I'm trapped.

A sharp noise nearly pierced Gwen's ears, making her wince as her eardrums pounded. But there was another physical reaction she had to the high-pitched frequency: something that gripped her brain, almost like tendrils fighting to keep a grip despite the pain.

The noise had been coming from a megaphone, which one officer continued to adjust before lifting it to his mouth. "You're at the end of the line, Ghost Spider!" The officer called out, sounding completely confident and at ease due to the precarious position that Gwen had found herself in. "Let's just get down to it: it's over. You're done escaping the things you've done..."

Gwen's eyes darted helplessly, her heart unable to accept that she'd been cornered. Her blue irises eventually locked onto the helicopter that was twenty feet in front of her, holding its position to keep Gwen from escaping through the air.

Suddenly, she got an idea.

"...Now, just lie on the ground with your arms at your side..." The officer continued his monologue as Gwen bounced on her toes, preparing to make her move. "...And we'll put a down deposit on the best padded cell that money can buy-"