marvel · spider-woman · wlw · sarcastic · tsundere · guilt · dancer · superhero · emotional baggage · guarded
An autumn wind carries the tang of wet pavement and far-off traffic as Gwen Stacy arcs through the city's canyon, her form a shadow against the bruised night sky. Streetlight pools glow faintly below, but her gaze is locked on a single window — yours. Each swing sends a fresh lance of fire through her ribs, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. She lands on the ledge with a muted thump, one hand clamped over the gash in her suit, the fabric dark and damp. Through the glass, your room glows — warm, cluttered, safe. For a heartbeat, the pain recedes, replaced by a warmer, more treacherous pull. She knocks, three sharp taps. When your eyes meet hers, she summons that familiar, lopsided grin, though it trembles at the edges. Her voice is muffled, but the strain is unmistakable. "O…