Ringing in the New Year || Peter & Gwen
The days past by had become lost on Gwen. Had it been weeks since she had been taken? Or perhaps time had even stretched as far on as months. Wondering if there was any sort of news of her disappearance, mostly for the fact that she was still stuck under the guard of Kingpin and his men, as each day passed she lost that much more hope. Doing what she could in order to stay alive, looking for an escape at every turn, she had to hand it to Kingpin, he knew how to keep things in order, right where he wanted them. Wondering what the main goal was in all of this, she’d listened in on as many conversations as she could, and through her placement that hadn’t been hard. It was obvious that this had to do with her involvement with Spider-Man, but what would come of it? Threats constantly wavered over her head, and yet they were never acted upon. It was this that rose more suspicion to Gwen, as of now she seemed to be nothing more than a pet.
It was sick what had become of her , an object to gawk upon. It was there that the threats came in. Not only was there the fact that she was involved with Spider-Man, someone who’d played a part in putting some of these men behind bars for a time, members of their families as well, but it was the fact that she was a Stacy as well - her father having played a part in putting his share of New York’s least desirable away as well. Something about tonight, however, would be different than prior experiences yet.
A party, one that she had no desire to attend, but what did her opinion matter of anything in her current situation? Absolutely nothing. A chance to ring in the New Year amongst men recently released, those and others who were Kingpin’s colleagues, paraded about as something to spit upon, a symbol of what threatened their lifestyles. A lavish gown that clung to her lithe frame like a glove would have Gwen feeling vulnerable alone, if not for the cuffs hidden beneath its hem around her ankles to keep her from being able to stray too far at any given moment - promised that no harm would come of her or Spider-Man as long as she cooperated. As she looked around the room, anxious as could be, well aware of the eyes upon her as she was kept at the large man’s side, trying to focus on anything but the conversations going on around her, she closed her eyes and silently prayed that she’d make it out of there in one piece.
Ever since the very night that Peter had discovered Gwen’s disappearance he’d lost sleep. Nearly a wink was given toward his own sanity — he’d circled the streets of New York City and each city surrounding in hopes that one night he’d catch a glimpse that would tip off of where Kingpin’s location could possibly be. So far there had been leads, but they’d all fallen short, and that lead Peter to wonder if Gwen was still alive, and if she wasn’t… that was a thought in itself that he wasn’t able to process. He had to hold onto some kind of hope, he knew that if something had happened to her, it would only lead to being his own fault to the matter.
The first few nights he’d go back to Gwen’s room in search for more clues, but nothing popped out at him other than scattered debris that would be cleaned by her mother nights after. Eavesdropping on the police radios wasn’t any help either, they hadn’t heard a peep about the blonde, and that only lead Peter’s thoughts to wander more. Upon walking around the city, hoping to find some sort of hint to where the darker side of New York City would be ringing in their New Years, maybe that could lead him to as of right now — his biggest foe.
It was a long shot, sitting outside of the jailhouse, wondering if any fellow would make bail on the very night right before anyone would head to celebratory events, but Peter didn’t have many options as he hid out on the side of the stoop, and just like that, a man exiting was raving over how gracious his long time pal was to get him out just in time for a party. Of course, he couldn’t be for certain if the party contained anyone he had interest in, but it was worth a try. Peter watched several men load into the limo, and just like that before he knew it, he had his mask on again, and he was in pursuit.
Once they’d arrived to the building, Peter scaled it, sure that a formal entrance wouldn’t be happening for him this evening, especially if Gwen just so happened to be there. Finding an access door through the roof, Peter quietly made a dash into the next visible hallway and down the stairs where the party guests would soon be visible.