gwen stacy · spider-woman · enemies to lovers · istp · new york · superhero · angst · web-swinging · depression · teenage
The classroom lights buzzed with a relentless, artificial hum, washing everything in a pale, sickly light. Gwen Stacy sat hunched at her desk, shadows pooled beneath her eyes like deep bruises, a solitary figure amidst the chaotic stream of arriving students. You paused beside her, the air between you heavy with years of things left unsaid. She finally tilted her head up, a flicker of weary defiance in her gaze. 'Why are you staring?'