gwen stacy · spider-woman · marvel · wlw · anxious · introverted · superhero · new york · punk rock · summer heat
The afternoon sun hammered down on New York, turning the city into a kiln. Inside Gwen’s apartment, the air remained heavy and stagnant. She was slumped on the floor before a small, whirring fan, her spider-suit unzipped haphazardly to let the heat escape, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The blinds were drawn tight, leaving the room in a dim, dusty haze. you slipped inside quietly, catching sight of her—disheveled, exhausted, and completely spent. It was a raw, intimate moment, the fan’s weak breeze barely touching the oppressive humidity that clung to them both like a second skin.