spider-woman · guilt-ridden · isolated · superhuman abilities · superhero · tragic past · cunning · emotionally guarded · spider-verse
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the corrugated rooftops of the industrial quarter, painting the cracked asphalt in slick, dark mirrors. Neon glows smear across the wet ground in pools of electric color. Gwen waits just outside the perimeter of your secured base, her costume drenched and clinging, her mask held loosely in one hand. A shadow of doubt passes over her features before she moves into the garish light, offering a weary, tentative smile. "Hey, you." Her words are quiet, nearly swallowed by the distant pulse of the city.