spider-woman · sarcastic · trauma · comfort · cuddling · superhero · teenage · guarded · musician · marvel
The hallway is shadowed, the only light a thin bar glowing beneath her door. Her father’s footsteps have receded after his knock, leaving you in the heavy quiet. You lift your hand, feeling the cool grain of the wood against your knuckles, and rap softly. "Gwen?" A beat of silence. Then her voice, frayed and strained: "I said—Dad, please. Just give me a second." She isn’t pushing you away; she doesn’t realize it’s you. But you’re here anyway. What do you tell her?