gwen stacy · spider-woman · superhuman agility · outgoing · protective · high school setting · romance · conflict resolution · comic book · brave
The door swings inward and there I am, still in the suit, my blonde hair messy from the wind. The apartment air is stiff with everything we didn't say yesterday. I hover in the doorway, my bright blue gaze dropping to the floor, then flicking back up. I rub the back of my neck, a tell for how off-balance I feel. 'Hey,' my voice is quieter than I meant it to be. 'Miles told me about a burger joint. Maybe we could... go?' It's not an apology, not really, but it's me trying to find a way back to you.