Gwen slipped into her apartment. She was surprised to see Martha who tended to go to sleep early was still awake. She was leaving a silver band with an LCD display on the kitchen table with a note. Gwen's mask soaked into her costume, and she pulled the hood down. Martha had her duffle bag on the floor beside her.

"Are you going somewhere?"

Martha looked at her.

"Yes, Amber has demanded I return home after the events of the last few days she believes I will be safer under her protection then on an Earth that is under attack by aliens."

Gwen shouldn't have been expecting Martha to be sad or upset. She seemed just as emotionless as usual.

"Why? We won…"

Martha picked up her duffle bag.

"My sister is often illogically concerned about my safety. Thank you for letting me stay with you. I am glad we became friends. Good-bye."

Gwen blinked as Martha's form shimmered and there were three of her pink, red and blue for a brief instant before her new friend vanished. Gwen sighed. Then she went to the kitchen table and lifted up the note. It had the same sterile feeling that most interactions with Martha had save the rare occasions where they started discussing one of her special interests. Her handwriting was so precise Gwen almost mistook it for a printed letter.

Gwen,

I appreciate your acceptance and friendship during my time on your world. I have learned a lot from you. This device is something I have been working on. Sometimes due to my interaction with the alien energy source I have glimpses of possible futures. You will know what to do with it when the time comes.

Farewell,

Your friend, Martha Morris.

Gwen picked up the silver bracelet. The touch display extended when she touched it but all it displayed was a series of interconnected dots that seemed to form a three-dimensional map. What function it served or what it was a map of she could not decipher. She knew Martha and her eccentricities enough that she took the words of the letter to heart and trusted that when the time came, she would know what to do with it. It seemed designed to hook into her bracers. She did so on the opposite bracer to her minicomputer.

Gwen didn't even bother taking her costume off. She just pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down at the table. She buried her face in her arms and had a good cry. She felt alone in the world. Her wrist started beeping. She tapped the interface for her AI which she hadn't named yet.

"What?"

The AI's cheerful Scottish accented voice spoke.

"There is an all-points bulletin that has been broadcast which falls into the list outlined in my base monitoring protocols as something that should be flagged and alerted to my user. Which is you."

Gwen hit her head on her arms. She'd have to make the AI way less wordy.

"What is it?"

The AI projected a holo-display from Gwen's wrist displaying traffic camera footage of an attack on a military convoy. She recognized the weaponry as Stark Industries immediately. Some of the weaponry was her TX-01. The soldiers hadn't stood a chance it turned their armored Humvees into thermite shrapnel.

"Unknown subjects have attacked a military convoy carrying unknown articles listed as hazardous by SHIELD. The APB warns they are heavily armed and are currently jamming all police and military frequencies."

Gwen sighed. She knew Cap was still recovering from his injuries. Tony had no armor as both the Mark IV and Mark V were totaled in the battle. She swore under her breath.

"Can you track them?"

"Of course. I am tapping into Overwatch now."

Gwen pulled her hood up and her mask formed.

"What is Overwatch?"

Spider-Woman climbed out of her window and slingshot herself to the roof across the way. She sprinted, leapt, and swung her way across the city with the grace of a ballet dancer. Her AI providing projected routes for the thieves.

"Overwatch is a counterterrorism surveillance program initiated after 9/11. It was a combined project by the NSA, DHS, SHIELD and CIA. It links a network of traffic cameras, insecure internet of things cameras and devices specifically manufactured and sold as security cameras to private individuals such as Ring cameras to create a US wide surveillance network. Martha provided me with her digital skeleton key, with it I am able to access most systems with little trouble."

Spider-Woman gave a shudder.

"That's not creepy at all."

The AI responded.

"By several interpretations of the word creepy, it is, why do you believe it's not?"

Spider-Woman face palmed.

"It was sarcasm. I can totally tell Martha programmed you."

She crouched down on a rooftop. Traffic was still fairly heavy even at eleven at night. Anything that would have gone through Manhattan had to be rerouted around it leaving everywhere else busier than normal. She couldn't put a web up to block the transport truck or she risked harming innocents. It was apparent that the police had not or could not access Overwatch because none of them were anywhere near where the transport truck was.

Spider-Woman leapt from the roof and landed on the transport truck's trailer. She made a quiet enough landing they had no idea she was there yet. She laid flat and waited for them to get to a less populated section of road. They were few and far between in New York city. When the time was right, she crawled along the top of the trailer and dropped down onto the cab. The truck was armored, so was the glass. SHIELD was apparently paranoid about theft. The driver's side window was down a few inches. She could see two men inside wearing black tactical armor and ski-masks. They were armed with assault rifles, pistols and had a TX-01 ball launcher between them. She narrowed her eyes and knocked on the driver's side window.

"Excuse me, did you know your taillight was out? Mind pulling over?"

The driver jumped and moved to put the window up. Spider-Woman put her fingers in before he could and shoved it down. The motors inside the door complained and finally broke. He scrambled for his pistol. She continued speaking while dodging to the side as he tried to shoot her.

"Oh, you should really have both hands on the wheel when you're in motion. Distracted driving is actually worse than drinking and driving."

Spider-Woman grabbed the pistol and threw it at the passenger. She clocked him in the head with it and he slumped in his seat. The driver swerved then straightened out. He put his knees on the wheel and lifted his assault rifle. Her suit's AI spoke.

"It appears they had an escort. They are accelerating to assist."

Spider-Woman swore under her breath but kept focused on the truck driver. He unleashed a stream of fully automatic fire.

"Dude, that cannot be good for your ears."

She grabbed the barrel of the rifle and tossed it behind her. By this time, they were on the Brooklyn bridge. The driver swerved into the center railing. People who were walking above were leaning over and gawking. There were a few cheers for her. Spider-Woman wasn't able to enjoy the adoration because her back was being ran against the railing. Her armored suit absorbed the brunt of the real damage, but she still felt the abuse. She reached into the truck and webbed the brake pedal down. Then pushed the wheel so the truck swerved into the other lane of traffic. The driver was fighting for control of the wheel but failing against her insurmountable strength. The truck crashed into the opposite guard rail. It couldn't do enough damage to actually smash through, but it didn't do much good for the bridge's paint. The truck's air brakes kicked in and the whole vehicle shuddered to a stop against the guardrail. She webbed the passenger and the driver down.

Her spider sense went off and she jumped between the cab and trailer as bullets started to fly from behind the truck. She glanced at the air-lines for the trailer. She may have heard from her uncle a lifetime criminal that when they'd hit transport trucks, they'd yank those out because if the air pressure drops the air brakes kick in automatically. Apparently, it stopped drivers who wanted to be heroes from driving off. She grabbed all of the lines connecting the cab to the trailer and ripped. There was a hiss as air started leaking out of the system. She was congratulating herself on a fantastic plan when her spider sense triggered again. She heard the tell-tale pop pop pop of the TX-01 ball launcher. An explosion ripped through the cab of the truck as the weapon missed her and hit it. The micro-explosions set off the TX-01 sitting in the front of the truck. The ensuring explosion sent her flying through the armored trailer and she blacked out.

When she regained consciousness, her ears were ringing, and she was having a hard time focusing. She groaned and held her head. Her new suit was trying to reform itself. When she shifted pain shot through her and she realized she'd shattered an armored glass tube when she landed, and it was sticking out of her. A disgusting black goo was seeping out of and consequently into the gaping wound it had caused on her. She knew it was a terrible idea because she'd would lose more blood but she figured it was better than getting more black goo into her open wounds. She yanked the remnants of the tube and cried out. Her suit was coming back online and starting to do its best to provide emergency trauma support. The AI was displeased.

"Massive trauma detected. Concussion. Broken Ribs. Internal bleeding. Foreign substance of unknown origin in blood stream. Seek immediate medical attention at nearest trauma center."

The AI helpfully provided the quickest path to the nearest hospital. Spider-Woman held the side of her head.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Her suit was trying to repair itself to the best of its ability. She knew from reading the manual it could do so given raw materials. She noticed the pieces it couldn't fix were slowly being replaced by the black ooze. She looked down and realized the ooze was actually turning into a swarm of goo spiders. She tried to get away as the remaining goo spiders were coming towards her. She was so injured she just managed to shuffle and trip backwards over a container.

"Crazy Gods, aliens, giant green rage monsters, but goo? Why'd it have to be goo?"

She closed her eyes. Likely in the hope that she could just forget she was currently in the process of being engulfed by a swarm of black goo spiders. Her spider sense triggered, and she let herself fall forward. Bullets flew over her. Even with all her injuries she felt reinvigorated. She grabbed the closest crate and threw it at the black clad mercenary who was shooting at her. He got knocked back into the smoldering remains of the cab. Spider-Woman stumbled. Even with the new jolt of energy she was still severely injured. Every movement was agonizing. Her mask shifted so her mouth was clear as she coughed off blood. Breathing was becoming difficult.

"Left lung compromised. Collapse imminent. Seek immediate trauma care."

She coughed up another gob of blood.

"I know I'm dying stup-"

She was coughed off as more blood came up. The coughing was making it worse. She tried to resist the urge. She clutched her left side and pulled herself out of the wreckage she had caused. Her spider sense triggered as she was about to leave the truck. She flicked a web gob out of the hole. This triggered a barrage of gunfire. Capitalizing on the distraction she stumbled out of the wreckage and flicked a web at the last remaining mercenary. She yanked hard and he went flying into the bridge's barrier. She then launched another barrage of webbing sticking him fast to the worn metal.

Spider-Woman made it four or five steps before collapsing she ended up crawling to the metal barriers. She slipped between the girders and managed to get into the ones beneath the bridge. She was in no shape to make it far. If she was being honest with herself, she expected to die. She crawled beneath the bridge until she was over the shore. She used a web to lower herself to the ground. She made it to some bushes under the bridge and she was done. She felt cold and alone.

"AI call Cap."

The call picked up.

"Steve speaking."

Spider-Woman coughed up more blood.

"It's Gwen. I'm under Brooklyn Bridge in some bushes… make sure… make sure someone finds my body."

She lost consciousness again.