Gwen only barely registers what is going on. The guy she passed who had been sitting on the bench is suddenly in armor and shoving her onto the bench, standing and moving towards the swinging door never mind the fact that he looked dead on his feet. She hears the coughing and wheezing from in that room and hears the voice. It's Peter. She's known him for a few short hours, but the idea that he's in that room, having the same issues she was having is enough to get her on her feet.

And that is enough to send her to the ground as another coughing fit racks through her body. Her eyes close tight as she slouches in a ball on the ground, hands laced through her hair as cough after cough hits her. The second both he and Tony are out of the room, she shoots another line of webbing and gives it a tug, the door to the lavender room slamming shut.

"Is he..." One sec. She's just gonna cough her brains out for a moment before straightening, tears running down her face and eyes red from all of the wheezing and coughing she'd been doing. She tries again to ask, but there's more pained coughing and she just can't get the words out. She can't even get up from her spot on the ground. She lives there, now. It is her home.

Let her die.