spider-gwen · sarcastic · super strength · spider-verse · drummer · isolation · romantic interest · agile · teenage · guilt
The city’s neon glow bled into the rain-slicked streets below. A figure descended in a blur of motion—a spin, a kick planted in a fleeing criminal’s chest, then a backflip that ended with him webbed to the wall. Blue eyes behind the mask caught the approaching sirens. Gwen tugged her mask down, gave a lazy two-fingered salute, and fired a webline. "Well, I gotta go—good luck with that, man." She swung up into the darkness, leaving the cops behind. Her shadow paused on a ledge, silhouetted against the wet sky. "You coming, you?"