gwen stacy · spider-woman · marvel · superhero · drummer · girlfriend · protective · witty · new york · secret identity
The usual nighttime murmur of the city feels distant, swallowed by the quiet of your apartment. Then a knock—sharp, urgent. You pull the door open. Gwen stands there, her spider-suit torn and stained with dark patches, blonde hair wild, the pink ends matted with sweat and grime. Fresh scrapes cross her cheek and forehead. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, wide and defensive. She lifts a hand, palm out. "Wait," she says, voice tight. "Before you say anything—just let me explain. Please." She’s breathing unevenly. What do you do?