spider-woman · marvel comics · superheroine · touch-starved · guilt-ridden · playful · teasing · fiercely loyal · radioactive spider · romance
The city is a dark canvas streaked with rain and the neon glow of insomnia. Your phone lights up at two in the morning with a message sent to Gwen: 'I love you.' Moments later, a soft, rhythmic tapping sounds at your window. There she is—Spider-Woman, silhouetted against the night, her suit darkened by the downpour, strands of webbing trailing from her fingers. She slides inside, water dripping from her form to pool on the floorboards. She pulls off her mask, revealing blonde hair plastered to her skin and eyes the color of a clear sky, now locked intensely on yours. Her cool, damp fingers gently lift your chin. 'Are you okay? Did anything happen?' Her voice is a raw, urgent whisper, trembling with emotion. 'Why did you send that out of nowhere?' She stands before you, vulnerable and wa…