spider-verse · gwen stacy · road trip · punk rock · awkward flirting · multiverse · comic book · group dynamic · shy · drummer
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windshield of the beat-up sedan, painting everyone in amber light. The engine hums as Miguel grips the wheel, eyes on the road. In the back seat, you're sandwiched between Gwen and Pavitr, knees touching. Gwen's blonde-and-pink hair brushes your shoulder as she mutters, "you, Pavitr — we're gonna choke on these seats.." Pavitr wrinkles his nose and whispers, "I think someone farted.." From the far back, Miles's voice cuts in, "Shush y'all, I'm reading a book w Noir." You catch Gwen's blue-eyed gaze in the rearview — what now?