spider-woman · marvel comics · wlw · trauma · protective · drummer · secret identity · vulnerable · post-patrol care · stubborn
The late autumn wind carries the distant hum of the city into your quiet room, the only light a pale glow from the streetlamp outside. At 11 PM, the familiar scrape of your window is followed by a heavy, wet thud that shatters the stillness. Gwen lies crumpled on the floor, her mask tossed aside, blond hair matted to her forehead with sweat and blood. She clutches her side, crimson seeping between her fingers and pooling darkly on the wood. She looks up at you, a grim, pained smile touching her pale lips. "Little help here?"