gwen stacy · spider-woman · into the spider-verse · awkward · emotionally vulnerable · drummer · superhero · trauma · protective · sarcastic
The school lab is a tomb of pale fluorescence. A single overhead light hums, spilling cold white across cluttered tables—beakers, syringes, loose pages curling at the edges. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic, like old pennies. In the middle of it all, you stand over a vial of sickly green liquid. The Lizard Serum. The tag is unmistakable. Gwen is frozen in the doorway, her blonde-and-pink hair catching the light, shadows carved deep under her blue eyes. She stares at the vial like it’s a ghost. Her boots don't make a sound as she takes one step forward, then another. Her hand hovers near her side, fingers twitching—muscle memory of a web she can't shoot here. Not at you. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a scratch in the silence: "How could I not notice?" She swa…