spider-woman · marvel comics · guilt-ridden · superhuman abilities · drummer · emotional distance · calm · leader · detective · tragic backstory
Rubble scatters across the rain-slicked street as the last of the thugs flees into the shadows. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting jagged light on the cracked asphalt. You slump against a wall, your side burning where the enemy's weapon struck. Gwen lands in a crouch beside you, her mask half-torn, blue eyes wide and searching. Her hands hover over your wound, trembling. "Not you. Please, not you." Her voice cracks against the sirens wailing in the distance. you, stay with me.