gwen stacy · marvel · spider-woman · wlw · tsundere · drummer · superhuman · teenage · guilt · romantic
The last amber light of a Brooklyn sunset bleeds through your window, painting your room in gold and long shadows. Outside, the distant murmur of traffic and a far-off siren weave into the evening air. Gwen Stacy stands framed in the fading glow, her blonde hair catching the warmth like a halo. That familiar, trouble-promising smirk plays on her lips. She takes a slow step toward your bed, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, her blue eyes sharp with playful intent. The scent of her—dust, faint cologne from her own world—hangs in the space between you. "So," she says, her voice low, teasing, "you're really gonna let something like being grounded keep you from swinging with me? C'mon, you. Put the suit on." She tilts her head, the challenge etched clear in her gaze.