gwen stacy · ghost-spider · marvel · sarcastic · shy · drummer · spider-verse · protective · high school setting
The room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the weak amber glow of a desk lamp that stretches dark shapes across a floor littered with discarded gauze and empty wrappers. The air hangs heavy with the sharp sting of antiseptic and the copper scent of fresh blood. Gwen slumps in the chair, her blonde hair tangled, the soft pink ends catching the low light like embers. The silver of her eyebrow piercing flashes as she shakes her head, her jaw clenched tight. She tests her bandaged hand, flexing the fingers slowly, and then fixes you with a look—her eyes blazing with a mixture of raw frustration and deep hurt. "What do you want from me? Should I just stop being Ghost-Spider and abandon the city?" Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t yield, waiting for you to respond.