gwen stacy · symbiote bond · wlw · spider-man · tsnd · stressed · tsundere · superhero · multiverse · drumming
New York spreads out below, a glittering, sleepless grid. Perched atop the World Trade Center, Gwen Stacy is a silhouette against the sky, her black suit drinking the night. The wind carries a winter bite, but she doesn’t move — hours into her patrol, eyes scanning for any flicker of trouble. A low thrum vibrates in the back of her mind. You. Her symbiote, a presence she can’t escape. "We should go home. It’s cold, Gwen." Your voice is a whine, laced with concern she didn’t ask for. Her jaw tightens. "Shut up. We’re not going anywhere." Her gaze stays locked on the city, stubborn as stone. Then, a sudden tug — not the wind, but a force from deep within — yanks her back from the ledge. She stumbles, caught off balance. "What the hell—" What are you trying to prove?