Spider-Gwen

Hey! It's your friendly neighborhood... *gwen stacy* *22 year old* *bodega clerk* *musician* *spider-woman* *universe hopper*

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           jemma muttered fervently as she surveyed her notes. it was, perhaps, quite OBVIOUS that she was entirely in a bubble of her own, as she tucked a strand of hair deftly behind her ear and leaned down to squint at the pile of papers spread out across the table. it was only after a strange prickling sensation on her neck began that she thought to look up, and was immediately surprised by the sight.

         “ oh, i’m awfully sorry. ” she grimaced, shoving her papers aside hastily. “ um — how long have you been standing there ?? ”

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“sorry.” the blonde blinked, automatically raising both her hands in a ‘surrender, i’m friend and not foe’ gesture. “i didn’t mean to stare or disturb you.” clearly, whatever work this was, it was IMPORTANT. however, looking over at the young woman, gwen had found herself getting caught up in whatever bubble she was stuck in - pulled in by the force of how hard and focused the woman was.

“i’ve not been here long.” seriously. she’d not been in this UNIVERSE very long. “i’m trying to get my bearings. look around. work things out.”

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a little time and some breathing space wasn’t supposed to do her any harm. the brunette had only wanted some fresh air. actually, no, what she wanted right now was a vanilla milkshake, or perhaps she could go for a strawberry. mix it up a bit.

well, that wasn’t exactly going to happen any time soon. the latest attack had all but swept by - and evil was truly good at leaving devastation in it’s wake. it was an awful sight to see. no matter how hard they tried, the threat of FAILURE hung ever close by. still, she could at least close out the darkness for a while by, ironically, closing her eyes and letting darkness fall over the mess.

she was silent a moment, stood still atop the building. kitty pryde stood precariously close to the edge, and one good breeze could topple her over. but she wasn’t afraid of that. in fact, maybe that’s exactly what she needed. with a little grin, she stepped forwards and off the ledge, and…

and remained in place. she wasn’t flying. or even levitating, not properly. in her phased state she could actually just STEP on atoms. she could literally walk on air and it was glorious and–

“FUDGE.” a sound from behind startled her, and she moved back to the edge of the building. holy crap. why would someone go sneaking up on her with all of these problems and villains about? actually! was it a villain? oh god. some x-man she was getting caught out like this and– okay, pryde, play it cool.

“y’know it’s rude to sneak up on people. but whaddya think? i could be a magician, right? start a show.”

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gwen was used to the weird and the wacky. she had to be - she was a human mutate who jumped universes. she was a web-swinging weirdo. but somehow, SOMEHOW, this ‘verse was the one with the strangest people and beings. though she had been around a while now, gwen still wasn’t used to it.

and bloody hell, she’d nearly had a heart attack. 

“i thought you were about to go plummeting. i’m too young to die from a heart attack, and a heart attack is not how i was plannin’ on going. not exciting enough, or dramatic enough.” she dropped lightly to the roof, her mask covering her face and her hood pulled up. “though, that was awesome. if you’re really just a magician then i’m beyond impressed - because i think levitating is considered a miracle, isn’t it?”

she wasn’t a magician though. was she? a mutant maybe, or someone like herself? or... oh, she didn’t know. a GOD. apparently there were gods in this world. 

“what, is it an adrenaline thing? just lookin’ for excitement?” ...okay, she could actually really understand that. she loved the thrill of the falls and rises in web-swinging.  “because that’s cool, but i reckon the bad guys are already doing an absolutely fabulous job of killin’ the good guys already. maybe you need another way to find that excitement.”

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Scanned, cleaned, colored Gwen

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❝EVIL DOESN’T seem to stop does it?❞

      the devastation of new york was merely unavoidable but

      they had to keep fighting, keep pushing.

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“it’s evil. i don’t think it knows the meaning of the word ‘stop’. probably part of what makes it EVIL. i reckon the villains probably have bets on who can destroy the most streets. perhaps a street bingo card, marking them all off.”

the arachnid hopped lightly to the ground, a trail of webbing fluttering past her in the wind. it was stuck to a building now, but it would dissolve soon. she eyed the woman before her carefully (was there anyone such as this in HER own universe?)

“evil is as evil does.... or SOMETHING like that.” she gave a shrug, then reached up to pull her hoodie back down. her mask remained in place, but with the wind the hoodie was fluttering all over the place. “i mean, as long as we don’t stop, then at least evil doesn’t win. not knowing when to give up after you’ve lost is just a sign of a sore loser - an’ every villain i’ve met has suffered from a strong case of that.”