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[center][color=FF1493][h3]Gwen Stacy

[i]My Own Ghost[/i][/h3]
Part Two[/color]
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[color=FF1493]🕷[/color]"If we have to be haunted, we should befriend our ghosts. We should welcome them in, and let them make a home with us. Just because we're ghost stories, that doesn't mean we're over. Legends never die." [color=FF1493]🕷[/color] [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3]
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Gwen’s next quip had been halfway formed when the blur of white and shadow had descended from the rooftop, colliding with one of the gunmen in a brutal dropkick. She hadn’t needed her Spider-Sense to tell her he wasn’t part of the heist crew.

[color=FF1493]“Okay, dramatic entrance points: solid nine,”[/color] she muttered, watching the caped figure land and immediately launch into a whirlwind of baton strikes. His movements had been fluid but vicious—less acrobatic than her own style, but relentless, each swing measured to incapacitate as quickly as possible.

One of the remaining gunmen turned his rifle toward the newcomer, and Gwen reacted instinctively. With a flick of her wrist, a web had shot out, snagging the weapon’s barrel and yanking it skyward just as it fired. The shot went wide, shattering a streetlight above.

[color=FF1493]"Hey now, we're not shooting the guest star,"[/color] she called out, swinging low and slamming both feet into the guy’s chest, sending him sprawling. That's when she got a better view of the newly arrived and impromptu backup, mask she recognised, at least close enough, from a particularly famous set of low budget but beloved campy movies from back home. [color=FF1493]"Is that...a Moon Knight costume?"[/color] So stunned by the revelation was she, that she entirely missed the trickle of spidersense which attempted to warn her about the incoming strike, only at the last moment turned her head to see a fist being swung towards her. [color=FF1493]"Wooooo there,"[/color] She called out, ducking under the blow, before swinging out the man's feet with her own leg letting him hit the ground hard enough to stun him. [color=FF1493]"No way, my old roommate used to love those films." She called out to the new figure, finally turning to regard the truck that had been under attack, and exhaling in a weary sigh at the logo printed across the doors of the armoured vehicle. [i]Oscorp[/i].

[color=FF1493]"I guess some things are the same."[/color] Gwen grumbled, hands falling to her hips as she considered her next move.