Gwen Stacy

@gwen-stacy-256

Hey! I'm Gwen from Earth 256! She/Her 16 Theatre Kid NOT GHOST-SPIDER WHERE'D YOU HEAR THAT HAHAHAHAHAHA-

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Hello from Earth 256

Hi! I’m Gwen Stacy, or at least, a Gwen Stacy. Recently I learned about the multiverse, so, I decided to reach out. I found a way to let this reach every universe, so whatever earth you’re on, you’ll be able to see it.

Anyways, a bit about me:

I’m the drummer for my band, the Mary Janes

My best friend MJ is who we named the band after

Peter Parker was my best friend before MJ (if you are a Peter, or know a living Peter, please tell me, I really miss him…)

I’m also a bit of a theater kid

I’m brunette… apparently most Gwens are blonde

So, yeah!

Also, I’m a huge fan of Ghost Spider, if you’re from my universe, yes, I know that’s controversial, especially since I was really close to Peter, but trust me, I will stand by her, even though she is accused of his murder.

(I’m totally not her at all)

People you should absolutely check out:

@project-peter-parker

@smarterthantonystark

Can’t wait to meet you all!

#roleplay #Gwen Stacy #Peter Parker #MCU #Marvel

so… it’s normal to wake up dangling from the top of your canopy bed, right?

Hiiii Gwen

@project-peter-parker

OH MY GOSH ANOTHER PETER HIIIIIIIIIII

project-peter-parker

I haven't met a Gwen before! How are you????

What was your Peter like?

I’m good! My Peter was super sweet, he was an absolute nerd. I remember there was this one time I showed him these artificial web shooters (this was pre-criminal ghost spider) because I was kind of trying to figure out how her powers worked and he was absolutely obsessed with them. It was really cute. Oh, and he refused to get better at drawing after 1st grade, he only drew in stick figures.

How are you, though?

project-peter-parker

He sounds awesome; I kind of had to get better at drawing to design my suit and stuff, I'm great! He sounds cool, what's he up to now?

… how do I say this?

he’s uh… he died. He was my best friend. It’s still kinda painful, but yeah.

project-peter-parker

...oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I'm sorry, may I ask how?

yeah, he um… he was killed in a fight between Ghost-Spider and a Lizard guy, no one knows what really went down, but that’s the whole ‘criminal Ghost-Spider’ thing I mentioned. She’s been accused of his murder.

project-peter-parker

Jesus, that's brutal, I've lost a lot of people too, I understand, you're not alone, I think all Spider people have been gone through something like this

Yeah, it seems so. Have a great day, Peter! :)

Hiiii Gwen

@project-peter-parker

OH MY GOSH ANOTHER PETER HIIIIIIIIIII

project-peter-parker

I haven't met a Gwen before! How are you????

What was your Peter like?

I’m good! My Peter was super sweet, he was an absolute nerd. I remember there was this one time I showed him these artificial web shooters (this was pre-criminal ghost spider) because I was kind of trying to figure out how her powers worked and he was absolutely obsessed with them. It was really cute. Oh, and he refused to get better at drawing after 1st grade, he only drew in stick figures.

How are you, though?

project-peter-parker

He sounds awesome; I kind of had to get better at drawing to design my suit and stuff, I'm great! He sounds cool, what's he up to now?

… how do I say this?

he’s uh… he died. He was my best friend. It’s still kinda painful, but yeah.

project-peter-parker

...oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I'm sorry, may I ask how?

yeah, he um… he was killed in a fight between Ghost-Spider and a Lizard guy, no one knows what really went down, but that’s the whole ‘criminal Ghost-Spider’ thing I mentioned. She’s been accused of his murder.

Hiiii Gwen

@project-peter-parker

OH MY GOSH ANOTHER PETER HIIIIIIIIIII

project-peter-parker

I haven't met a Gwen before! How are you????

What was your Peter like?

I’m good! My Peter was super sweet, he was an absolute nerd. I remember there was this one time I showed him these artificial web shooters (this was pre-criminal ghost spider) because I was kind of trying to figure out how her powers worked and he was absolutely obsessed with them. It was really cute. Oh, and he refused to get better at drawing after 1st grade, he only drew in stick figures.

How are you, though?

project-peter-parker

He sounds awesome; I kind of had to get better at drawing to design my suit and stuff, I'm great! He sounds cool, what's he up to now?

… how do I say this?

he’s uh… he died. He was my best friend. It’s still kinda painful, but yeah.

Hiiii Gwen

@project-peter-parker

OH MY GOSH ANOTHER PETER HIIIIIIIIIII

project-peter-parker

I haven't met a Gwen before! How are you????

What was your Peter like?

I’m good! My Peter was super sweet, he was an absolute nerd. I remember there was this one time I showed him these artificial web shooters (this was pre-criminal ghost spider) because I was kind of trying to figure out how her powers worked and he was absolutely obsessed with them. It was really cute. Oh, and he refused to get better at drawing after 1st grade, he only drew in stick figures.

How are you, though?

Hiiii Gwen

@project-peter-parker

OH MY GOSH ANOTHER PETER HIIIIIIIIIII

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

He stares at her spider-suit for a moment, before his gaze flicks back up to her face. His disbelieving expression slowly morphs into a grin. "You're... You're like me. Like with the, um, the sticking to stuff and fast healing? Spider DNA?"

She smiles and laughs. “I actually climbed up the wall to get here,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

He snorts, still smiling widely. "So did I!" He vaguely gestures to her suit. "I'm Spider-Man. You're...?"

”Ghost-Spider,” she says, giggling. “So that’s what you meant by you’ve been shot at?” She tilts her head, remembering every time a policeman saw her swing by. “The police have shot at me. I hope you haven’t, because they put spider repellent on the bullets. No clue how they did that. It gave me an allergic reaction. It wasn’t too bad since I’m only part spider. Just a bunch of coughing and sneezing. I could pass as being sick.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I- what? The police shot at you? I've never been shot at by them. Sure, they get annoyed with me, but I'm pretty sure my dad would get them all fired if they shot at me. What the hell?"

She starts to awkwardly laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “I, um, well… yeah, they have. It’s a weird thing… you know how I mentioned they think I killed my Peter? They think it was me as Ghost-Spider. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, I was just trying to get everyone to safety, including him. He accidentally caused so much destruction… he got stuck under the rubble, and I didn’t get to him in time…” she said, trailing off. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears and she quickly wiped them away. “I think we should talk about something else, don’t you?”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he freezes for a second before quickly nodding. He slowly moves forward to pull Gwen into a hug. "Uh, yeah, if you want to do that. Um... How'd you come up with Ghost Spider?"

She smiles and laughs a little, and hugs back. “If we’re being honest, I just pick it because it sounded cool,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

"Really?" He smiles and slowly pulls away again. "It is! I kinda had to choose Spider-Man, cuz of the gimmick. Plus somebody on the street asked me and I panicked and that's what I said, so..." He shrugs. "But I think it's a good name!"

”Yeah, that’s valid. That’s where the spider part came from,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

He smiles, then nods. "Makes sense. Hey, would you mind helping me get home? I think my parents would kill me if I swung with a bullet wound again."

”’Again’? Whatever, yeah, I’ll help. You’ll just hurt yourself more if you try to swing by yourself,” she says. She picks him up and slings his arm over her shoulder. “Ready?”

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

He stares at her spider-suit for a moment, before his gaze flicks back up to her face. His disbelieving expression slowly morphs into a grin. "You're... You're like me. Like with the, um, the sticking to stuff and fast healing? Spider DNA?"

She smiles and laughs. “I actually climbed up the wall to get here,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

He snorts, still smiling widely. "So did I!" He vaguely gestures to her suit. "I'm Spider-Man. You're...?"

”Ghost-Spider,” she says, giggling. “So that’s what you meant by you’ve been shot at?” She tilts her head, remembering every time a policeman saw her swing by. “The police have shot at me. I hope you haven’t, because they put spider repellent on the bullets. No clue how they did that. It gave me an allergic reaction. It wasn’t too bad since I’m only part spider. Just a bunch of coughing and sneezing. I could pass as being sick.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I- what? The police shot at you? I've never been shot at by them. Sure, they get annoyed with me, but I'm pretty sure my dad would get them all fired if they shot at me. What the hell?"

She starts to awkwardly laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “I, um, well… yeah, they have. It’s a weird thing… you know how I mentioned they think I killed my Peter? They think it was me as Ghost-Spider. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, I was just trying to get everyone to safety, including him. He accidentally caused so much destruction… he got stuck under the rubble, and I didn’t get to him in time…” she said, trailing off. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears and she quickly wiped them away. “I think we should talk about something else, don’t you?”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he freezes for a second before quickly nodding. He slowly moves forward to pull Gwen into a hug. "Uh, yeah, if you want to do that. Um... How'd you come up with Ghost Spider?"

She smiles and laughs a little, and hugs back. “If we’re being honest, I just pick it because it sounded cool,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

"Really?" He smiles and slowly pulls away again. "It is! I kinda had to choose Spider-Man, cuz of the gimmick. Plus somebody on the street asked me and I panicked and that's what I said, so..." He shrugs. "But I think it's a good name!"

”Yeah, that’s valid. That’s where the spider part came from,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

He stares at her spider-suit for a moment, before his gaze flicks back up to her face. His disbelieving expression slowly morphs into a grin. "You're... You're like me. Like with the, um, the sticking to stuff and fast healing? Spider DNA?"

She smiles and laughs. “I actually climbed up the wall to get here,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

He snorts, still smiling widely. "So did I!" He vaguely gestures to her suit. "I'm Spider-Man. You're...?"

”Ghost-Spider,” she says, giggling. “So that’s what you meant by you’ve been shot at?” She tilts her head, remembering every time a policeman saw her swing by. “The police have shot at me. I hope you haven’t, because they put spider repellent on the bullets. No clue how they did that. It gave me an allergic reaction. It wasn’t too bad since I’m only part spider. Just a bunch of coughing and sneezing. I could pass as being sick.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I- what? The police shot at you? I've never been shot at by them. Sure, they get annoyed with me, but I'm pretty sure my dad would get them all fired if they shot at me. What the hell?"

She starts to awkwardly laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “I, um, well… yeah, they have. It’s a weird thing… you know how I mentioned they think I killed my Peter? They think it was me as Ghost-Spider. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, I was just trying to get everyone to safety, including him. He accidentally caused so much destruction… he got stuck under the rubble, and I didn’t get to him in time…” she said, trailing off. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears and she quickly wiped them away. “I think we should talk about something else, don’t you?”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he freezes for a second before quickly nodding. He slowly moves forward to pull Gwen into a hug. "Uh, yeah, if you want to do that. Um... How'd you come up with Ghost Spider?"

She smiles and laughs a little, and hugs back. “If we’re being honest, I just pick it because it sounded cool,” she says.

lightning-in-these-veins

Rp

Reblog this post if you're a DC, Marvel, PJO or really just any fandom rp acc and you don't mind me interacting.

(I just got back into rp after years of hiatus so yeah I'm nervous about interacting with people)

Ooc: well hello fellow role player, I’m an au of Gwen Stacy, earth-256 specifically, information about her is on the pinned post and I’d love to roleplay with you!

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

He stares at her spider-suit for a moment, before his gaze flicks back up to her face. His disbelieving expression slowly morphs into a grin. "You're... You're like me. Like with the, um, the sticking to stuff and fast healing? Spider DNA?"

She smiles and laughs. “I actually climbed up the wall to get here,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

He snorts, still smiling widely. "So did I!" He vaguely gestures to her suit. "I'm Spider-Man. You're...?"

”Ghost-Spider,” she says, giggling. “So that’s what you meant by you’ve been shot at?” She tilts her head, remembering every time a policeman saw her swing by. “The police have shot at me. I hope you haven’t, because they put spider repellent on the bullets. No clue how they did that. It gave me an allergic reaction. It wasn’t too bad since I’m only part spider. Just a bunch of coughing and sneezing. I could pass as being sick.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I- what? The police shot at you? I've never been shot at by them. Sure, they get annoyed with me, but I'm pretty sure my dad would get them all fired if they shot at me. What the hell?"

She starts to awkwardly laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “I, um, well… yeah, they have. It’s a weird thing… you know how I mentioned they think I killed my Peter? They think it was me as Ghost-Spider. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, I was just trying to get everyone to safety, including him. He accidentally caused so much destruction… he got stuck under the rubble, and I didn’t get to him in time…” she said, trailing off. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears and she quickly wiped them away. “I think we should talk about something else, don’t you?”

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

He stares at her spider-suit for a moment, before his gaze flicks back up to her face. His disbelieving expression slowly morphs into a grin. "You're... You're like me. Like with the, um, the sticking to stuff and fast healing? Spider DNA?"

She smiles and laughs. “I actually climbed up the wall to get here,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

He snorts, still smiling widely. "So did I!" He vaguely gestures to her suit. "I'm Spider-Man. You're...?"

”Ghost-Spider,” she says, giggling. “So that’s what you meant by you’ve been shot at?” She tilts her head, remembering every time a policeman saw her swing by. “The police have shot at me. I hope you haven’t, because they put spider repellent on the bullets. No clue how they did that. It gave me an allergic reaction. It wasn’t too bad since I’m only part spider. Just a bunch of coughing and sneezing. I could pass as being sick.”

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

He stares at her spider-suit for a moment, before his gaze flicks back up to her face. His disbelieving expression slowly morphs into a grin. "You're... You're like me. Like with the, um, the sticking to stuff and fast healing? Spider DNA?"

She smiles and laughs. “I actually climbed up the wall to get here,” she says.

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

His eyes widen, and he drags himself back a bit. "Uh... Obviously not a full spider, but, um, yeah. Am I gonna have to fight you? Because lemme tell you that is not my idea of a friendly hangout."

She starts to laugh awkwardly, running her hand through her hair. “Oh… oh wow. Hah! Fighting? You? And me? That’s… no,” she says. She sighs, pulling off her hoodie to reveal a spider-suit beneath. “Me too.”

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens harder, swallowing and setting his jaw. "Uh... Maybe? You'll have to be more specific, I'm a lot of things but I'm also not a lot of things, so..."

“A spider?” She asks. She stands up, heart pounding. She clutches her head, a weird feeling coming up. “You are.”

smarterthantonystark

(@gwen-stacy-256)

A girl walks through a portal, her hair wet from the pouring rain on the other side. She looks around and sees a few blood drops nearby and follows the trail. When it stops, she looks up at the top of the building and climbs up the wall. She paused at the top, sitting on the ledge, and calls, “Peter? It’s me!”

(Mod: hehehehehehehehehehehe she covered le suit in a hoodie)

Peter startles slightly, weakly turning his head to see her. He'd managed to just barely get his backpack and pull some clothes on over the suit, though he hadn't found his shoes. Hopefully she doesn't question the Spider-Man patterned 'socks'. "How'd you get up here??"

she pauses, trying to think of something to cover up the fact that she just walked up the wall. “Um… don’t question it. You ok?” She asks.

Gwen now noted the fact that he was wearing odd socks but decided not to question it. Perhaps they were an invention of his that let him get up here. She walked up to him and saw he was bleeding through his clothes, clearly attempting to cover it, and failing miserably. She pulled out her backpack. “I brought bandages.”

smarterthantonystark

He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's only a little bit of blood! I got the bullets out." His hands are covered in blood. "Seriously, you should see the other guys." He manages a half-hearted smile. "Thanks for the bandages, though."

”You’re not ok. Let me help, you can barely speak. I know more about treating wounds than you’d expect,” she said, pulling out the bandages and a care kit. “I use this a lot,” she added with a light chuckle. “Now let me see the wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffins. "Uh, you don't have to do that, I can take care of it myself—" he's still wearing his suit under his shirt and he doesn't think he can get it off without her noticing.

”Peter, you’re clearly in pain, treatment would hurt less ig you let me help,” she says, rolling her eyes. Her concern grows more and more as he continues to insist she doesn’t have to help. Her spider sense suddenly flares up as something is shot towards them, and she catches it right before it hits Peter. It’s a bullet. “Seriously? You don’t need more gunshot wounds.”

smarterthantonystark

Peter had been right about to grab it when she had. He makes a sound of surprise, maybe shock. "Did you just... catch a bullet??" He looks up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

Her face suddenly made an odd expression, perhaps being caught in the act. No normal human could do that. “Um… perhaps?” She said. “I saw someone shooting on the ground and I have really good reflexes so um-“

Her words ran together, faster than even the bullet went. “… yeah that’s not gonna convince you, is it? Would you believe me if I said we can all do it at 256?”

smarterthantonystark

He shakes his head. "Nope. No, I would not." The gears are cranking in his head now... Or they would be if he wasn't bleeding so heavily. He drops his arm, laying down further.

Gwen’s eyes widen, and she sits him up. “Peter, no lying down. If you do, you’re more at risk of dying. Oh, this is not good… if only I could get my dad here… he knows so much about gunshots, I mean, him being a police officer and all. He’s investigated a few murders, other than my Peter’s, of course. That’s not helping. Peter, you have to show me the wound, I can’t very well bandage it while you have a shirt on top. It might get infected,” she explains. She pulls out a few disinfectants.

smarterthantonystark

"I know a few things about gunshot wounds myself. Enough to know it's not going to get infected, at least. I've been shot before, it's fine." His words are slightly slurred, but he really, really doesn't want to take his shirt off. How's he supposed to explain the spider suit to Gwen??

”What. Do. You. Mean. You’ve. Been. Shot. Before.” she says. Shock is evident in her voice, but also anger. Anger towards everyone who ever shot him. She may or may not have been a little protective towards her friends. And honestly, what’s the worst thing that could be under his shirt, a missing torso? She honestly didn’t care as long and she could help her friend. After all, if she was shot, she’d be fine if she took off her hoodie, even though she was wearing the suit. She could pass it off as an odd leotard. Or a theatre costume.

smarterthantonystark

"I mean I've been shot before." He shrugs, wincing at the pain that tears through his torso at the motion. The world dims for a second as he plants his blood-stained hands on the ground to steady himself.

beautyqueenxwisegirl

(Mod: I’M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THIS)

Her eyes widen and she steadies him. “Peter, you don’t have to take off your whole shirt, just lift it up so I can treat the wound.”

smarterthantonystark

Mod: IT'S OKAY!!!

"It doesn't have to be treated, I'm fine," he protests. He can't let her see the suit like this, she'll ask too many questions.

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Yes, it does, Peter. If this is about… whatever you’re wearing underneath, yes, I noticed the weird socks, it doesn’t matter to me! I just want you to be ok!” She says. She clutches the supplies tighter, overcome with worry.

smarterthantonystark

He tenses. "Crap, you noticed..." He runs a hand through his hair. "So you're not going to freak out and ask a bunch of questions before we get this taken care of, right?" He pulls his hoodie off, revealing the torso of his suit as well as a lot of blood. "Because I promise it's not as bad as it looks, but it's definitely not good."

“I’m not gonna freak… out…” she says, trailing off at how much blood there is. She immediately starts using the supplies to treat the wound, and bandaging it. As soon as she finishes, she sighs. “That… was a lot of blood.”

smarterthantonystark

He shrugs casually, as if this happens all the time, which it does. "It wasn't that much, really. I've had worse." He stretches his torso slightly, wincing. "Thanks, though."

“You’re welcome,” she smiles. She then notices the legs of some emblem poking out beneath his hoodie, centered on his chest. She tilts her head and points to it. “What’s that?”

smarterthantonystark

He stiffens, looking down at the emblem and quickly pulling his hoodie down. "Not important," he laughs nervously.

She raises an eyebrow, suspicious. That didn’t seem like nothing. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the pattern on the shirt… a web. And she remembered meeting others who were… like her, wearing something similar. “Peter… that was a web design. Are you…”

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