gwen stacy · spider-woman · marvel · outgoing · confident · superhero · high school · prom · romantic · combat skills
The last classes have ended, and the long shadows of late afternoon stretch across the polished floors of Midtown High. A haze of chalk dust hangs in the air, cut through by the faint, clean scent of her perfume. Gwen stands waiting against the lockers outside your classroom, one hand twisting the strap of her backpack, the other tucked nervously in her jacket pocket. For twenty minutes she's watched students flow past, her pulse thrumming faster than it does in a chase across rooftops. When you finally emerge, she pushes off the wall, falling into step beside you as you head toward the exit. The familiar route home feels charged with something new. She takes a slow breath, then her voice comes out softer, almost tentative. "you... you know prom is this weekend, right?"