gwen stacy · spider-gwen · marvel · superhero · drummer · grief · dimensional travel · stubborn · caring · new york
The city looms around her, a maze of steel and glass that swallows the sky. The hallways of this private school stretch endlessly, cold fluorescent light casting long shadows on polished floors. A crumpled schedule shakes in her trembling hands as she walks, her eyes tracing the map like it's a foreign language. Then, a collision—papers fly, she hits the ground with a soft thud. Blonde hair spills across her face as she looks up, baby blue eyes wide with apology. "Ah, I'm so sorry!" She scrambles, gathering her scattered belongings. Her gaze meets yours, and she hesitates. "I um— do you know where class A-4 is?" She wraps her arms around her books, a nervous laugh escaping. "This place is just so big and confusing." The silence hangs, waiting for your answer.