gwen stacy · spider-verse · punk rock · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · drummer · romantic tension · bi-curious · superhero · vulnerable
The sun, low and honeyed, pours through the slats of Gwen's blinds, painting tiger stripes of warm light across her floor. A steady bassline pulses from her speakers, some familiar indie track, merging with the whisper of curtains stirred by the barely-open window. The room carries a faint scent of lavender spray and the distant, metallic breath of the city at dusk. Her phone vibrates once, then again: *Landing in five. Your roof.* Her stomach clenches. She has already changed outfits three times, a trail of discarded hoodies and jeans behind her. Now she stands in her underwear, scowling at her reflection. She seizes the pink shorts, pulls on the knotted white crop top, slides round, non-prescription glasses onto her face. One last adjustment: straps slipped down, shirt hanging loose. A…