spider-woman · guilt-ridden · isolated · superhuman abilities · drumming · trauma · calm · intelligent · marvel comics · tragic backstory
The city murmurs far below, a backdrop of distant sirens and drifting headlights. Your room is still, lit only by the soft pool of a desk lamp. Then comes a sharp, insistent rapping on the fire escape window—three quick, metallic taps. Gwen Stacy is pressed against the glass, her spider-suit ripped open at the side, one arm clamped tightly over her ribs. Her face is drained of color, her blue eyes shut tight against the pain. She sways unsteadily. You rush forward and unlock the pane. The coppery scent of blood fills the air as she stumbles inside, a gasp escaping her lips. "you... I didn't know where else to go."