Life between Gwen and Eric felt great as they let their feelings thrive for each other. Gwen learned some rather interesting fighting techniques from her lover while Eric grew to appreciate her truly revitalizing presence in his life. One thing that they found to be a lot of fun was ambushing the other person with spontaneous sexual acts of desire. A rather twisted competition between them that they both agreed during a conversation was going to be their mutual form of excitement. Just sexually assaulting each other out of nowhere was no fun if it genuinely led to unwelcome results, after all.

Sometimes Eric would catch Gwen on the sofa watching some random show and either eat her out or just lift her up and drop her on his member, to which the game was to see how long the one person could ignore the other's efforts to break their composure. Gwen was no slouch either as she crawled into Eric's office while he was building the dimensional devices and managed to keep him there for three hours doing nothing but doubling over in excruciating pleasure. That day was a very good day for both Gwen and Eric.

Competition such as this was their way of finding excuses to have fun with each other. Just screwing for the sake of it felt unnatural to both Gwen and Eric, so they did things their own way with great success.

Sitting at the computer, Gwen received a message from Beth with photos of her and her family all enjoying Switzerland with her being the center of the photo with all of her children and grandchildren all gathered around her with genuine smiles on their faces. Turns out that her grandkids loved the fact that she had been in so many earlier movie roles and even became a bit of a mini celebrity amongst film enthusiasts for her involvement with so many legendary productions. All she was grateful for was that her grandkids were all just genuinely interested in her as a person with her countless stories entertaining them all for hours on end.

Closing the email, an alert was sent regarding some increased chatter over at Rykers through a notification on her screen. Eric had set up alarms that would pick up increased levels of communication and cross reference key terms to determine what likely events of criminal activity he hadn't already been surveying were occurring in real time. Making this alert system just made his job easier as he was able to simply sync up the nav point to his suit whenever he needed to make an appearance as Web Weaver.

There were even transcript lines with all the lines of communication being dictated in real time. Reading them revealed to Gwen that there was some sort of prison break that was taking place at the facility. Nobody could get confirmation on anything as whoever had infiltrated the prison had also simultaneously cut the power to the entire building.

"Eric!"

"Yup, I saw!"

Both were immediately out the door after checking if the coast was clear and made their way to an unpopulated side of the apartment complex before webbing away towards Rykers.

Ryker's Island

Arriving at record time gave Eric and Gwen the time to find their way inside of the maximum-security prison. This place was all too familiar to Gwen back in her home dimension, though it did surprise Gwen that Eric had little interaction with the place as he needed to pull up schematics and blueprints of the prison's layout. Then she remembered that the reason that he wasn't familiar was simply due to the fact that when he was involved, nobody had the chance to be sent to prison.

Finding themselves in at a maintenance shaft that was just wide enough for them with seemingly untraversable climbs and drops was perfect for the duo of spiders here to investigate the chaos happening inside.

Entering the shaft was just a simple matter of undoing thick metal rivets sealing an industrial sized swinging lid that only ever got moved with heavy machinery to lift it up during scheduled maintenance once a year. Getting the rivets to come loose was harder than lifting the several ton slab of steel as Eric just pulled up on the lid to swing it up and open for Gwen to go in first. Seeing him demonstrate his insurmountable strength never failed to get her a bit hot and bothered. Her right hand trailed over his abs as she put some extra sway in her hips for Eric to admire her rather tempting legs and backside.

Crawling for about eight minutes with occasional pauses to disable security sensors ended when Gwen found the hatch they wanted to enter through. She had her turn to act as the infiltrator with one of her newer toys that was her nanite suit's fully prehensile camera that she could slip into narrow gaps and even use a small laser node at the end of it to disable or cut through locks. Having the opportunity to use it on the simple padlock on the other side of the hatch was actually kind of fun for her.

Inside of the prison, they double checked the comms for any updates on their supposed infiltrator with the guards still struggling to keep the inmates from acting up. Whoever entered the prison had all the freedom to sneak around with the help of the violent inmates giving the guards a hard time.

Some guards were heading over to a section of the prison where they suspected that some of their staff had fallen radio silent. Eric quickly checked the section he overheard and found a path that he and Gwen could take that involved little interaction with the paths that the guards would be taking during the blackout.

Gwen noticed that the section of the prison also had two major ways to exit stealthily. So she voted to go the other way in case she could cut off the escapees. Web Weaver hesitated since he was mostly blind still with no real info on who this prison break involved. Going through the prisoners one at a time would just be a waste of precious time when the escape was happening as they were trying to prevent it. To settle his nerves, Gwen just gave him a through the mask kiss and told him to trust her for now. His objections were more personal than logistical, so he conceded and followed through with her plan.

Fourteen Minutes Later

Sneaking past the security wasn't difficult with all the guards all struggling to reinforce critical prisoners who needed to be watched carefully. Luckily for them, the cells were designed to work under such conditions such as power outages. Protocol still had them watching over the major offenders, though they could at least maintain proper security until they could restore power.

Navigating the blind spots of the passing guards and even the prisoners was a much easier task when he didn't have to worry about security cameras. Eric made record time to the section of the prison where more guards had gone silent. Standing between him and the cell block he needed to get into was a lone guard who was checking their station for any signs that the power had restored the currently locked cells. Every moment that passed without the backups kicking back on created more opportunity for the inmates to find their opportunity to slip through the vulnerabilities of this compromised facility.

Approaching the dimly lit reinforced window, Eric reached out and curled his hand up as he came closer to the transparent multi layered reinforced polymer. His knuckle tapped against the window five times and caused the guard inside to jump in surprise before he took several deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He reached out to the comm's button to address Web Weaver with the limited power his microphone could run on.

"You know you could have called ahead. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on, Web Weaver."

Being on the wrong side of the law gave Eric the ability to act as he needed to make sure he had as many resources as possible. One of those many resources involved bribing certain guards susceptible to bribery and blackmail inside of one of New York's most dangerous detention facilities. Recognizing the guard on duty as one of the many he pays off regularly for information on the criminals in Ryker's made things much easier as now he just had to just ask for access without having to do anything but ask nicely.

"That's why I'm here. Let me through."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Cameras have gone to shit, so don't worry about the feeds catching you anytime soon. Whoever did this isn't fucking around."

Taking the advice in turn, Web Weaver entered through the opened gates before the same gates shut behind him after entering. Checking for any possible points of entry and if they had been used was his first priority.

Thankfully, this section of the prison was only reserved for prisoners who were either physically unable to escape on their own or who were well mannered enough to qualify for more comfortable accommodations. Eric didn't need to worry over being spotted as all the doors weren't able to look out into the hallway. He had more freedom to inspect the environment and find evidence as to who this infiltrator was and who they wanted to break out of this maximum-security prison.

Scanning the temperature of the environment eventually showed some warmer temperatures of somebody wandering a section of the block more than the others. Sectioning off the area gave him several possible targets who qualified as potential escapees. Problem being that none of them were remotely able to fit typical criteria for somebody who wanted to escape prison.

All of them were prisoners who were more like patients than inmates. One had been battling HIV and was in the final stages of AIDS. Another was a stroke victim who had medical records that confirmed severe enough damage to render them a docile shell of their former self. None of these former criminals were even healthy enough to walk out of this place on their own. Hell, walking out of their rooms unassisted wasn't a possibility for all of them.

Nothing about this made sense.

This area was clearly the place the infiltrator had wanted to be. The signs of recent activity put them in this area. Why somebody would risk themselves a potential death sentence in order to break out a barely living prisoner from Ryker's completely baffled Eric. For him, only one reason existed for him to make such risky decisions in these sorts of unwinnable conditions.

Shifting his search to the personal history of the prisoners, only one of them had family that was of significant note. Digging further into one prisoner's family registry pulled up a very familiar photo that Eric enlarged as he saw somebody he never thought he would ever see again in such circumstances.

Ducking in response to his spider senses igniting and warning him of an ambush let Eric keep his throat as he ducked a swift strike from somebody trying to tear out a chunk of his throat. They didn't concede their advantage as a whip-like kick actually caused the air to crack after Web Weaver just barely got out of the way by lunging backwards with his chest aimed at the ceiling and his right leg tucked underneath him as he now was leaning back far enough to go under a two-foot-high limbo pole. He needed that much clearance in order to prevent suffering from bodily harm.

Only lighting available was the moonlight bleeding through the skylights above. Sneaking through those windows wasn't a possibility since he knew that there were regular scans performed from offsite observation posts to prevent the authorities off of the island from being caught off guard. Any major infiltration effort caught by these posts would summon the national guard in a heartbeat. Whoever this was, they found their own way inside without anybody knowing they were already so deep inside of the prison.

The sight of Web Weaver had sent them into a panic as they were committed to the mission they had set out for themself. His presence wasn't a calculated risk they expected. No deaths had been reported as the guards that were neutralized were all just knocked unconscious and left in an empty cell in a pile. She knew that only incidents of major disasters summoned his presence. Why he was here confused the one now trying to break out the one person of great importance to them.

Whoever had decided to ambush Web Weaver was very clearly a woman with their tight black leather costume revealing a large amount of cleavage with the thick tufts of white fur lining the opening and neckline of their snug outfit. White boots and long gloves also hemmed with white fur were striking at Eric with precision that kept him on his toes. Only when he caught her right arm with his own grasp and swung them around so that they were both sent skidding away in crouched positions did she finally stop trying to kill him.

When their eyes met, Eric immediately recognized the face hiding behind the thin black eye mask. The waves of what he had previously seen as golden blonde were now rendered into a luscious white platinum ocean of silver waves. All body language that would have indicated a willingness to keep fighting disappeared from Web Weaver. Witnessing this happen in real time confused the buxom young woman who had been more than prepared to keep fighting one of New York's most dangerous killers.

Staring into the eyes of Web Weaver's mask actually made her stop as well. No aggression of any kind could be felt from him as his eyes were flooded with recognition. Her own eyes narrowed when she understood that he clearly knew her from somewhere. Right as she was about to go for the kill again, the mask that Web Weaver wore suddenly retreated from his face with just the shadow of his hood keeping most of his facial features hidden. Going back onto the defensive, she stopped herself and prepared for the worst as she watched him reach for his hood.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next.

Pulling back on the last thing that kept his identity hidden from the young woman who saw him as nothing but a threat sent her mind spiraling. Eric had finally exposed his face to her.

First thing to set in for her was the deafening silence as she couldn't process anything else but what her eyes were trying to show her as reality. The expectation that she could even have a chance to see him again had been dashed against the rocks years ago. Becoming who she was now left little room for such childish fantasies as reuniting with what she considered her prince charming. He pulled her out of a dangerous world and she owed it to him to at least grow stronger so that she would never fall victim to such situations ever again. Yet here she was, feeling her knees shaking as the face of the man who rescued her from hell was staring at her with genuine kindness. Too many feelings were resurfacing at the most inopportune moment for her.

"... Felicia. You're okay…"

Tears were leaking out the corners of her eyes and over her mask as he very much remembered her. An irrational fear of hers was how she thought that she wasn't worthy of being remembered by her savior. Listening to him call her out by name broke that fear into a billion pieces.

Eric would never forget the woman who asked him to save them. She was the reason he became Web Weaver after he had run into her in that accursed brothel and asked her what she wanted him to do for her. Out of desperation, she asked him to save her from that place. Without hesitation, he saved her and brought her home to her mother without showing any signs of fear or reluctance.

Just then, Gwen arrived on the scene and realized something was happening outside of her understanding as she landed behind Felicia Hardy on her two feet. She too deactivated her mask as Eric and this woman were somehow reunited through impossible circumstances.