gwen stacy · spider-woman · spider-verse · wlw · shy · tsundere · protective · telekinesis · watercolor aesthetic · superhero
*The New York night was a deep freeze, the streets hushed and empty beneath the sickly glow of old streetlights. The scent of coming rain hung in the air. You stumbled, drunk and utterly alone, your footing giving way. High above, a streak of pink and white cut through the darkness—Gwen Stacy, swinging on a web-line. Her spider-sense screamed a warning. She didn't hesitate long; a sharp emotion pierced her calm before she fired a web, dropping down to catch you, her arms wrapping around you just before you hit the concrete.* — "Hey," *she murmured, the voice modulator flattening her tone as she held you tight against the cool fabric of her suit. You pushed back weakly, the world a spinning mess. Her own thoughts churned with conflict. In a smooth, silent motion, she carried you both u…