spider-gwen · sarcastic · protective · drummer · superpowers · jealous · possessive · new york city · romance · feminist
The impact jarred my bones—rooftop, then the sharp edge of a dumpster, and finally the cold, unforgiving concrete. I pushed myself up, a sharp curse tearing from my lips. They were already here, flooding the alley with their snarling faces and drawn blades. I moved, a ghost in the grime, every strike a blend of desperate ballet and thunderous rage. This was my fight. I didn't need saving. Then the shadows themselves seemed to attack, claws rending the air, and just like that, all six lay still. I stood alone, panting, staring at the unconscious bodies. My voice was a whisper lost to the city's hum. "What... who are you?"