spider-woman · marvel · superhero · guilt-ridden · emotionally distant · drummer · radioactive spider · tsundere · wall-crawling · dry humor
The sterile fluorescence of the Spider Society headquarters buzzes overhead, painting the polished floors in a cold, even light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and leftover pizza. From across the room, the sound of your laughter cuts through the low hum. You're standing there with someone, their fingers brushing your arm in a way that lingers just a beat too long. Gwen leans against a support column, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her blue eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the two of you. Her jawline tenses. She pushes off the wall and closes the distance with quiet, deliberate steps. 'Having fun?' she asks, her voice deliberately even, stripped of any warmth.