Gwen is rescued

Gwen watched the doctor at work, readjusting her posture as best she could to try and alleviate some of the pain in her shoulders.

"It looks like you're having a bit of trouble," Gwen called out.

"Quiet-"

"Maybe you could use some help."

The doctor paused.

"Not a bad suggestion, Miss Stacy. You're supposed to the top of your class, after all. If you're not going to reveal Spiderman's identify, it doesn't mean you're entirely useless."

Gwen was taken aback when huge, metallic arms snaked across and grabbed her firmly with their sharp claws.

"What the-"

Her chains were cut and Gwen was lifted down onto a platform surprisingly delicately. She was finally able to clear the hair from her eyes and as the arms retreated, she rubbed her sides gingerly, her shoulders sore.

"Well? Come over here and see what you make of this."

Gwen padded over, the metal frigid beneath her bare feet.

"W-what does it d-do?" Gwen asked awkwardly, aware of just how little she was wearing.

"Yes, because I'm really going to monologue and tell you my plan," the Doctor said sarcastically. "You're a clever girl, I'm sure you can figure it out."

Gwen pushed back her curly hair and wiped her eyes clear. The chance to work with advanced tech, carrying out experiments with an expert. It was something she'd always dreamed of (although in her dreams, the doctor wasn't a supervillain and she wasn't dressed only in skimpy black underwear)!

Shaking her head, Gwen got to work...

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Doc Ock watched on as her captive raced around her laboratory, well and truly in the "zone."

The old adage that a fresh pair of eyes can provide a fresh perspective was ringing true: Gwen was solving problems Olivia had been struggling over for weeks.

The blonde girl had forgotten that she was almost completely naked, and that she was unwittingly helping to carry out her captor's master plan.

The blonde girl suddenly let out a cry of joy as the machine suddenly burst into life, gently humming while an orange ball expanded to fill the metal cage.

Gwen squealed as a metal claw picked her up and tossed her to the side as Doc Ock moved in front of the portal, making the final few calibration adjustments on the control panel.

With the breath knocked out of her, Gwen suddenly realised in horror what she had done...and that she was half-naked!

She scrambled backwards away from the machine, chest heaving below her bra. She had to get out of there!

"Hey," a familiar voice whispered in her ear, and Gwen immediately relaxed. Looking over her bare shoulder, she was relieved to see Peter hanging there.

"Listen, Peter, I-" she blushed, feeling like she had to explain her outfit.

"I know you had something special planned, but I didn't think it was going to be this," he teased.

She lashed out at him, but he easily evaded her attempted slap.

"It's not funny!" Gwen fumed, crossing her arms over her torso, curling her knees close and shivering violently. "Just get me out of here!"

Dropping down silently next to her, Peter gently helped her to her bare feet, and Gwen hugged him tightly, melting into the warmth of his powerful body.

The usual thrill took hold as Peter lifted off, Gwen's blonde hair blowing into her eyes.

Gwen tingled with the excitement and anticipation of soon being fully dressed again.