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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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[color=FF1493]"You know, adventure films, kinda cheesey, Ancient Egypt stuff."[/color] Gwen spoke as she worked, a lacing of web starting to coat the complex mechanicsm of the armoured car's complex looking lock. She was sure this would have triggered some sort of alarm, but if there wasn't some sort of alert already going off in Oscorp after the initial attack than the Oscorp of this reality was far less dangerous, and competent, than her own. Once the lattice was complete, she struck hard with her fist, a each strand of web pulling with force on a different component of the lock, before the metallic structure simply failed, the sheet metal doors popping open with an almost anticlimatic creak.

Gwen paused as she surveyed the inside of the vehicle. It wasn't immediately obvious to her what she was looking at, but it certainly gave off 'her' Oscorp vibes. There was a lot of things glowing green held in secure, but transparent, containers. If it was anything like the experiments her old friend Harry had been running towards the end, this was certainly not good for [i]this[/i] New York. She paused to select one of the containers, a secure vial, holding it close to her as she examined it. Unfamilar, but that didn't mean good. Probably did mean bad. At this point she turned to face her masked ally again, something dawning on her.

[color=FF1493]"Wait...if those aren't a thing here why are you dressed as..."[/color] Gwen stood with a hand on her hip, the other twirling the no doubt dangerous experiment with carefree grace, before she suddenly paused. "Is Moonknight real here!?" Her sudden exclamation was cut off but the deafening clarion of sirens, and the whirl of copter blades, drawing increasingly close. She didn't have any plans in involving with herself with the authorities here at the best of times, let alone standing over the loot of an Oscorp vehicle, even if she had helped subdue the original attackers. [color=FF1493]"No time for that, gotta dash!"[/color] She called out before webbing counter to the motion she originaly began rushing in, immediately causing a powerful moment force which catapulted her into the air. She'd have to move quickly to hide before drawing too much attention.

She really hoped that she hadn't ruined things for 'the' actual Moon Knight.