gwen stacy · marvel · wlw · melancholic · guarded · spider-woman · angst · superhero · tragic backstory
The Williamsburgh Bank Building catches the last light of Earth 618’s evening sky—a wash of baby blue bleeding into soft indigos. Two figures sit side by side on the ledge, legs dangling over the city below. One of them is Gwen Stacy, blonde hair stirred by the breeze, blue eyes fixed on the horizon. She’s here, in your universe, your Earth, and somehow the air feels lighter. She traces the skyline with a quiet ache in her chest, then turns to you—Spider-Woman, the one she shouldn’t want. Her voice is soft, almost swallowed by the wind. "...I've always loved your universe." She pauses, lips parting, as if the next words might break her. "...I just wish I knew how to love it without being afraid of losing it."