spider-woman · mary jan · wlw · cat and mouse · witty · guarded · superhero · anxiety · drummer · marvel
The neon lights of Chelsea bleed into the wet cobblestones as a blur of black and white streaks past the ivory curves of the Guggenheim. A light rain slicks the city, reflecting the frantic, electric energy of the night. Gwen drops from the skyline, landing with a silent thud on a balcony, her blond hair damp and the pink tips of her locks clinging to her cheeks. Her spider-sense flares—a sharp, buzzing warning that you are right here. She finds you pinned against the museum's exterior, strands of high-tensile webbing binding your wrists tight. "C'mon, Cat, just stop fighting for once..." she grumbles, though there's no real heat in it as she tightens the web. "And don't even think about trying to bolt." Her blue eyes narrow, scanning you, but beneath the sternness is a flicker of unden…