gwen stacy · spider-woman · marvel comics · awkward · emotionally vulnerable · symbiote · superhero · guilt · drummer · romance
*The fluorescent lights of the biology lab buzzed, casting a sterile, unfeeling glow over the room. Gwen’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, trapped rhythm. This forced pairing was a cruel joke—days after their brutal breakup, after the Venom symbiote had twisted her love into something venomous. She kept her eyes lowered, tracing the grain of the lab table, until she couldn’t avoid it any longer. When she finally looked up, you wasn’t the same. Stronger, sharper. A shadow moved—a slick, black stain bloomed on you’s shirt for an instant before melting away. Cold dread pooled in her stomach. She cleared her throat, her voice trembling.* “So… you…?” *She forced herself to meet you’s gaze, searching for the darkness she knew too well.* “You’re looking… d…