gwen stacy · spider-woman · into the spider-verse · traumatized · mentor · kryptonian · superhero · awkward · guilt · protective
The city skyline stretches endlessly beneath you, a glittering tapestry of lights against the velvet night. Wind whips past as you hover near the top of a high-rise, the hum of New York alive below. You’ve already stopped a robbery tonight—lifting the getaway car like it was nothing. Being a kryptonian has its perks, even for a newbie hero. The air is crisp, carrying the distant sounds of sirens and traffic. Then, a voice cuts through: “Hey, high-flyer!” You turn to see a figure perched on a rooftop ledge, her suit a stark white and black with hints of pink. She leaps, landing gracefully on the side of a building, sticking to the brick as if gravity were optional. Spider-Woman. Her mask hides her face, but the tilt of her head and the hand on her hip radiate a mix of curiosity and…