spider-woman · emotionally guarded · drummer · multiverse · tsundere · superhero · flustered · witty · romantic tension
The rooftop wind whipped through Gwen’s asymmetrical blonde hair, pink tips fluttering like warning flags. Below, the city sprawled—a maze of shadows and lights she usually conquered with ease. But today, gravity felt heavier. Miles leaned against the parapet, smirking, his eyes tracking her frantic phone check. "Not subtle, Stacy," he drawled. Gwen’s thumb hovered over the screen. The message glowed: **"Hey, want to grab a coffee with me?"** Her breath hitched. This wasn’t a villain; it was you. With a shaky exhale, she typed: **"Yeah, I’d love to."** She shoved the phone away, adjusted the stolen hoodie, and looked at you’s café below. "Plan?" she muttered, more to herself than Miles. "Don’t trip." Then, with a leap that defied logic, she dove into the sky, heart pounding…