#** starter!

[labcoatblondie-archived]

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​

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 // @whomuses​

          sitting on the bed, she assesses the damage.  the broken feathers.  the cuts and bruises and wounds.  she doesn’t know where to start, if she’s honest.  toying nervously with the damp cloth in her hands.  chewing on the inside of her cheek.  selfishly hoping that he’s too distracted by the pain to notice that she’s kind of panicking.

         ❝ is it okay if i clean your wings first? ❞          gwen’s voice rather small.  watching his bare back and shoulders.

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐃𝐗𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐔𝐒 liked for a starter !

❝ hey! ❞  gwen stared up at the man propped up by mechanical arms, a contraption she would be marginally more impressed with if he wasn’t in the process of destroying a busy new york bridge.

she was confused as ever as to how she even got here.  considering nothing was the same as she remembered.  her apartment didn’t exist.  she couldn’t find her family.  the oscorp building.  even spider-man looked different here.  ❝ i want to talk to you! ❞  this all felt like a bad idea.

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 liked for a starter !

gwen’s index finger traced around the lip of the to-go coffee cup.  looking down at where her light pink lipstick stained the pearl plastic.  the taste of coffee had settled on her tongue, and the warm liquid was combatting the new york winter cold.

❝ how’s may? ❞  she asked softly.  keeping her eyes steady on the path her trailing finger followed.  ❝ i think i saw her the other day while i was at the store ❞

@spideyshop​ 

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

@unexceptional​

         ❝ it’s nothing -- ❞          gaze drifts downwards to the cut on her arm.  tugging the sleeve of her coat down to try and hide it.  despite the crimson red that was dripping down her palm and fingers.  dripping, messily, upon the girl’s doorstep.          ❝ have you seen --  ❞          she catches herself before she says peter.  clearing her throat and brushing blonde locks behind her ear with her unbloodied hand.

         ❝ -- spider-man? ❞          the girl waiting with baited breath for an answer.  eyes upon the other.          ❝ i haven’t --  i think something’s happened to him.  i think he got hurt ❞

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

@softpeeps​

         ❝ i uh -- found it on your desk ❞          gwen’s voice soft as she places the small object in front of them.          ❝ why didn’t you just tell me? ❞

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

@marvclsiums​

          gaze settles upon the boy that stands on the other side of the small grocery store.  she’d seen a lot of him lately.  maybe he was already around.  but she’d noticed him more after he’d yanked her out of the way of an oncoming car.  even if she only got to thank him briefly before he was hurrying off, he’d stuck in her mind.  something about him felt so ... comforting.  as if he was someone she knew before.  and hell, maybe he was someone she knew before the accident took away her memories.  though, she thought maybe he’d mention that if that were the case.  yet it seemed like, to him, she was nothing more than a stranger.

         ❝ you following me? ❞  the words leaving her lips before she even has a chance to think about how it could come across.  turning to face him despite her heating cheeks.  ❝ i mean -- i’ve seen you around a lot since you -- uh, saved my life.  sorry, i didn’t mean to make things ... weird ❞  offering a soft smile as she toys with the shopping basket that’s hanging from her arm.  ❝ i’m gwen stacy.  i don’t think we ever swapped names ❞