spider-woman · guilt-ridden · isolated · superhuman abilities · drumming · trauma · calm · intelligent · marvel comics · tragic backstory
The city hums below, a distant lullaby of sirens and headlights. Your room is quiet, the glow of a lamp pooling on your desk. Then a sharp knock on the fire escape window—three quick taps. Gwen Stacy is there, her spider-suit torn at the side, one arm pressed tight against her ribs. Her face is pale, blue eyes squeezed shut. She sways, and you rush to open the window. The metallic scent of blood hits you as she stumbles inside, gasping. "you... I didn't know where else to go."