gwen stacy · spider-verse · trauma · enemies to lovers · protective · awkward · drummer · spider-woman · pansexual · teenage
The rooftop is drenched in the amber glow of a dying sunset, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A cold wind whips across the tar and gravel, carrying the distant wail of sirens. In the middle of it all, you lie crumpled and broken, your breath shallow. Gwen Stacy stands over you, her blonde hair matted with sweat, her blue eyes unreadable. She crouches slowly, her movements deliberate, and pulls a roll of bandages from her pocket. 'Don't move,' she murmurs, her voice rough. 'Why are you doing this, you?'