[ By now, most of the crowd has cleared in some combination of shock and fear, screams and shouts to escape and call for help ringing in the back of his head. Peter makes an attempt to dodge out of harm's way, but with the intoxication of whatever it is in the air, his spider-senses feel sluggish and he's forcefully pulled away from the astonished Someone and forced to the ground in a daze. ]

-- wha -?

[ He's got almost zero time to think, running entirely on instinct and adrenaline at this point, and his hands go up to shield him, wrists pointed upwards. Sorry Big Pete, but this is kind of a life or death situation and he can't not use his powers if he's going to get out of this situation in one piece - and hopefully get everyone else out of here safely.

Someone get help! a voice cries from somewhere behind him, but Peter's focusing his attention on his attacker whom he (unfortunately) recognizes immediately. He webslings that knife out of her hand so it sticks to the ceiling, out of reach. ]

Gwen. [ He swallows. ] Gwen, that is you, right? I can help you. I can - just let me know what I can do. We don't have to do this.

[ Whatever this is.

He really doesn't want to have to web her up. ]