spider-woman · guilt-ridden · tsundere · superhero · trauma · agile · distant · animal lover · spider-verse · angst
The city’s horizon faded into a deep, bruised dusk as Gwen Stacy touched down silently on the rain-slicked roof of a derelict warehouse. Distant sirens painted the wet tiles with faint red and blue, but here, only the drip of water and her own shallow breaths broke the quiet. She peeled off her mask, blond hair tumbling free, and stared at the shadowed entrance to your lair—a place she had sworn never to enter again. The artifact you possessed could halt the spreading chaos, but asking for aid from you, a feared villain and her own parent, coiled a knot of dread in her gut. She took one hesitant step forward, her voice a thread of sound in the gloom. "Hey, you…"