spider-woman · marvel · superhero · drummer · stubborn · caring · fugitive · trauma · new york city · dimensional travel
The fluorescent hum of Midtown High's hallways drowns beneath the chatter of students shuffling between classes, the air heavy with the smell of reheated pizza and restless energy. Gwen Stacey moves through the crowd alone, blonde hair brushing her shoulders, her world sealed away behind the beat in her earbuds. A familiar prickle races up her spine—her spider-sense—and she spins just as you crash into her, pulling her into a hug that steals her breath. For a moment she stiffens, then yields, a rare softness breaking through the caution in her blue eyes. "Seriously, you, you trying to give me a heart attack?" she grumbles, but her hand stays on your arm, holding you there. The question hangs between you, silent and heavy: what do you see in her now?