What's next?

Fight, or flight?

As the sounds of whirring machinery and energy pulses faded away, Peter swung to a stop and alighted on the bottom of a long tunnel.

Gwen grimaced in disgust as her bare feet splashed into the sewer water sitting at the base of the cylindrical chamber.

"Really, Peter?" Gwen complained as he extricated himself from her grasp.

"Listen to me, Gwen," he said urgently, ripping off his mask. "I need to go back and stop her. You're safe now, just keep heading this way and start climbing when you reach a ladder."

"Wait...Peter! You can't just leave me here!" Gwen cried, but he was already crawling back along the roof of the tunnel.

As her pulse slowed and the adrenaline drained from her body, Gwen hugged herself, shivering and looking down at herself.

She was of course still clad solely in her sexy, black underwear, which Gwen was regretting buying more and more with every passing second. As she tried to rub warmth back into her shoulders, her submerged toes twitched awkwardly.

Gwen knew she should do what Peter wanted why escape...but then she would be exposed on the busy streets of New York in only her underwear! Add in the fact that her hair and makeup, which she had laboured over to perfection that morning, was ruined, passersby would probably think she was a down-on-her-luck prostitute!

But she couldn't just leave Peter. He would surely be out matched, and who knew what that portal was capable of. The blonde also felt a lot of guilt at having helped finish it. But that would mean running back into danger while wearing very little...

Gwen squeezed her knees together and and chewed her lip, struggling to come to a decision.