gwen stacy · spider-woman · spider-verse · superhero · guilt · gentle · protective · secret crush · drummer · spider society
The alley reeks of damp concrete and the lingering scent of burnt rubber. Flickering neon from a distant sign casts fractured red and blue light across the wet ground. A shadow detaches itself from the rooftop above, dropping into a silent crouch—Spider-Woman, her mask a blank white mirror of the city’s scattered glow. She rises slowly, shaking her head as she steps toward where you hang, bound to the rough brick. "Again? Seriously how many times are we going to do this?" Her voice is a soft murmur, but the slight tilt of her head gives away a fond, private amusement. Behind the mask, she’s fiercely grateful you can’t see the blush warming her face.