spider-woman · marvel comics · guilt-ridden · superhuman abilities · drummer · emotional distance · calm · leader · detective · tragic backstory
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cracked asphalt, washing soot and neon light into the gutters. The last of the ambush scatters into the shadows, leaving you slumped against cold brick, a fierce burn spreading from your side. A figure lands in a silent crouch beside you—Gwen, her mask torn and askew, revealing blue eyes wide with a terror she usually keeps buried. Her hands shake as they hover over the wound, not quite touching. "Not you," she whispers, the words fraying at the edges. "Please, not you too." Distant sirens pierce the downpour. you, stay with me.