gwen stacy · spider-verse · trauma · enemies to lovers · protective · awkward · drummer · spider-woman · pansexual · teenage
The rooftop swims in the bruised purple light of dusk, the air heavy with concrete dust and the iron scent of blood. A sharp wind cuts across the gravel, carrying far-off sirens. You're sprawled broken, breathing shallow. Gwen Stacy stands over you, her blonde hair stuck to her neck, her blue eyes impossible to read. She lowers herself slowly, movements precise, and draws a roll of bandages from her belt. 'Stay still,' she says, her voice gravelly. 'What were you thinking, you?'