a second chance | gwen stacy (wlw!)

25: The Hero's Heist

The car skids on the road, parking near the front of the Oscorp building. Harry hurriedly slams the car door shut, carrying his guitar with him as he runs towards the familiar Oscorp building in front of him. He shoves people out of the way as they greet him, narrowing past the gates as he looks around. The two security guard's heads perk up as they quickly straighten their posture, standing near the elevators.

One of the security guards hits the other into shape as they greet Harry with a nod. Harry stands in front of them as they guard an entrance to a closed off section of the main lobby. They both are wearing caps with Oscorp labeled onto it, and navy blue uniform with a belt.

"Where's Octavius?! Has anyone seen her?" Harry asks the guards, stomping ever closer to them as he runs a hand through his short brown curly hair. She isn't responding to his texts, making him even more anxious. "Did you two at any point go over to Visions Academy?!" He interrogates the guards, towering over them as he stands tall. "W-We didn't! We've been here the whole time, sir." One of the guards respond, the other one nodding in agreement.

"Octavius.." The other guard clears her throat, a drop of sweat on her forehead. "She uh.. might be in her office? We saw her come in with a squad about.. half an hour ago?" The other female guard rubs her chins, shrugging slightly. Harry's eyes widen as his lips part slightly in surprise. He looks at both of them, they seem scared to even make eye contact. "Well.. what are you waiting for?" Harry adjusts the strap around his body waving his arms. "Do you two not know how to do your job, honestly!? Standing around all day.."

He furrows his eyebrows as they both look at each other. Harry grunts loudly, pushing them out of the way with ease as they stumble to the side. Shocked at how easily he pushes them with both arms with no hesitation or struggle, they adjust their caps, looking confused. "We don't need anymore of you guys. There's already machines that could do your job better than you can!" Harry shouts from across the private elevator, accessing specialized identification.

The security guards adjust their clothing after a few moments, seeing the shiny metal doors shut close as Harry disappears behind them. They then turn their heads, shrugging at each other. They seem used to his outbursts by now. "I hope he doesn't mean what he's saying. I really.. need this job." The muscular guard says, sighing as her shakes her head. "Ah.. there's no point. I'm sure he's not actually going to fire us. He always threatens us every now and then, but you know he loves us." The other female guard shrugs, rubbing the back of her neck.

"But.. hasn't he been getting a little more, I don't know, different lately?" The first female guard then crosses her arms, tilting her head. "Yeah.. besides, Oscorp's going broke anyway. Heard it from someone up in the 'Special Projects Department'." She whispers the last part dramatically. "I can't believe that's actually a thing. I thought it was a joke when it was first announced by Osborn's kid." The guards snickers as they both chuckle together, touching each others' shoulders. Their laughter is suddenly cut short by an intermission on the radio on their shoulder, causing their postures to straighten suddenly once more in reaction.

"All units! We need backup on the 80th floor! We have an unwelcome but special guest." The captain's staticy voice is heard through the radio. Abigail peeks around the corner, her rifle carried on her back as she puts her radio down. As she calls for backup, she spots a particular blonde haired girl roaming around the halls, peeking into rooms with squinted eyes. "Spiderwoman.." She mutters under her breathe.

Abigail then moves carefully, seeing Gwen opening a door to an empty closet. She throws the briefcase and umbrella in, closing the door shut and letting out a small sigh as she continues following and concentrating on her spider sense. It tingles around her head with pink and white lines, more or less when she moves around. Gwen turned to the side, being focused on the closet she had just closed as she spots some Oscorp employees coming her way.