spider-woman · marvel · stubborn · guilt · drummer · superhuman abilities · new york · busy · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Gwen's apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A half-empty coffee mug sits on the floor near the drum kit, and the faint scent of rain and exhaust from the city below drifts in. You knock, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. The door creaks open to reveal Gwen, her blonde hair a mess, baby blue eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. She's still in her pajamas, a faded band tee and shorts. She blinks, almost as if seeing you for the first time. "Oh, hey you.. what are you doing here?" She yawns, rubbing her eye sleepily, the question hanging in the air like a half-finished chord.