𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋 gets a starter !
in which gwen stacy survives
the high pitched ringing slowly pulled into focus as she roused from the comfortable, deep sleep. there was a dull pain somewhere in her body. she couldn’t quite put her finger on where it was coming from. her brain was foggy and she wasn’t entire sure that she could string a thought together. not that she really even had the energy to try and do so.
opening her eyes feels like being blinded. so she snaps them closed again barely seconds later. drawing in a deep breath. despite the way it makes her feel not so great.
with her eyes closed she sees a flash of something. a memory? a dream? debris falling around her. the world blurring as she hurtled backwards. she still vaguely remembers the feeling of the webs making contact with her middle and the SNAP as she hit the ground. then --- nothingness.
and now she was ... god. where was she? her fingers shifting against some kind of material. gwen trying to use her senses to place herself. to figure this out.
because if there was anything gwen stacy hated, it was not understanding something.
@killypool