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A man stood with his empire stretched out before that he never wanted to begin with. It had been taken out of sheer loyalty. The storm raging outside the floor to ceiling windows matched his mood, unsettled and filled with fury. The doors to the balcony were wide open and allowing the wind and rain to spill into the penthouse with not a single care from him. If anything, he welcomed the sheer chaos into his home. It soothed him in a way.

A shipment arriving at the docks had to be diverted at the last moment to avoid the police ambush waiting for it, turning around and heading back out to sea while he formulated a new plan in the meantime.

Thunder rumbled through the building, feeling the vibrations moving up through the steel framework from his bare feet on the cold tile floor, cane mindlessly twirling between his fingers. Something was coming. He was able to sense the intense energy in the air, lips curling in the corners to a smirk.

@gh0stspiderr

alwaysxinxtrouble

Matt's jaw loosened just enough for something like a smirk to fold into the severe line of his mouth, though his voice stayed calm and clipped. He set the cane upright and, for the first time since she stepped in, reached for a towel from the low table by the door—fast, efficient, practiced. He held it out without looking away from her. “You’re soaking everything. Take that. Sit. Warm up.”

He let the pause stretch, listening to the small noises she made—breath, the drip of water—every sound cataloged and weighed. “You came here because I’m the best,” he said finally, and the bluntness in it wasn’t cruelty so much as fact. “That doesn’t mean I’ll take a case blind. Give me his name, the charge, the precinct—every detail you have. If you expect me to file motions or show up in court, I need dates and names. I don’t do theatrics; I do paperwork and pressure.”

He shifted his weight, tone softening just a fraction. “I’ll look into it. I can’t promise miracles, and I can’t promise you I’ll sign on as counsel tonight, but I will see what I can pull up. You work for me while we do this—dig records, run down contacts, whatever legwork I need. We move carefully. No public stunts. Got it?” He met her eyes, the katana hidden in the cane a quiet reminder that his patience had limits, but the steadiness in his voice left no doubt he meant to help — provided she was willing to play by his rules.

xghostspider

"Thank you." She accepted the towel, quickly wiping down her suit and bending to soak up the puddle she'd made on the floor. Her suit was waterproof and warm enough, and she hung the towel over the back of the chair before she took a seat. Gwen always had a hard time sitting still since the spider bite, and it was difficult not to fidget in his presence. She felt like she was practically vibrating with nerves.

She drew in a breath and let the whole story spill out. The fight against the Punisher, how Captain George Stacy had turned himself in for aiding and abetting Spider-Woman, where he was being held, how dangerous it was for him to be there surrounded by criminals he'd helped put away. She felt exhausted when she finished, as if telling the story had cost her something, and she rubbed at her tired eyes. "I have all the dates and everything written down. I can send them to you, if you take the case."

The fact that he was even considering it gave her the first flickers of hope she'd felt since all this started. "Thank you. That's… it means a lot to me that you're even hearing me out." She nodded, having no trouble agreeing to those terms--at least as far as she understood them, which was woefully inadequate. Gwen had heard the rumors, but she had no idea who she was really dealing with. "Spider-Woman isn't exactly a citywide hero right now. I don't have any problem laying low. But I'm good at finding information. I'll help with whatever you need."

#chat: matt #alwaysxinxtrouble #verse: murderdock

xghostspider

Gwen was no threat to him right now. She needed him too much for that. It didn't even really register that he kept his back to her. Not very many people treated her like a serious threat. She stopped bodega robberies and muggers. She'd never had any real training, only her spider sense to get her by, and instinct wasn't going to be enough against someone like him. If it ever came down to a real fight between them, he could probably wipe the floor with her. Besides, Spider-Woman would never be so unsporting as to attack when her opponent's back was turned. Heroes were predictable like that. If Gwen even was a hero anymore--if she ever had been--but this wasn't the moment for her identity crisis.

"S-sorry. That was kind of-- tactless of me." She winced, running a hand over her mouth like she could take back the insensitive comment. Truthfully, she sometimes forgot that he was blind. He gave the impression that he could stare right down to her poor excuse for a soul even without his sight. Her hands fell back to her sides, and she chewed her lip. She found it difficult not to fidget in his presence, even if there was no new information here. She'd assumed he'd called on her for a job. That was part of their deal.

"I… trust you'll stick to the terms of our bargain. What do you want me to do?" She straightened her spine, steeling her nerves. Despite the attempt at confidence, there was a trace of nervousness in the question. Gwen sort of had to assume that no matter what he asked, she wasn't going to like it. She'd made it clear there were lines she wouldn't cross, like killing for him, but there was a lot of gray area before outright killing someone. The sad fact was that she couldn't afford to say no to him unless the task was egregious. Whatever it was, she would have to grit her teeth, shelve her morals, and make the best of it.

thedevilsjustice

It was quite endearing, really. Matt couldn't see it, but he could sense her movements, her uncertainness, her … everything. Maybe endearing wasn't the right word, though. She was young and impressionable and easily manipulated. This was a fun little project for him—even if nothing would come of it. But, oh, if that would be the case, he would need to watch his back. Miss Stacy was young and impressionable, and currently absolutely reliant on him, but she could also be dangerous. If she ever managed to get her powers back, he would need to be careful.

Nonetheless he waved away her apology. "Don't be such a stick in the mud, Miss Stacy," he said with that wide smile he knew unsettled people still present. With a flourish he turned around and walked towards his desk, gesturing for Gwen to follow him. "I won't drop you or have your father killed for a harmless slip-up like that—hell! It wasn't even a slip-up, it's a figure of speech. You really need to get some thicker skin if you want to survive in this kind of world. And in the kind of games we play."

And playing they were. Well, at least he was. As far as Matt was concerned, Gwen was currently bargaining for her father's life—and her own. Swimming against the current, desperately trying not to drown. And Matt was throwing her a lifeline that was barely out of reach.

He stopped at his desk and dragged some papers towards him, waiting for Gwen to catch up. These were not embossed in any way, but he could feel the print to a certain degree, and some of them were covered in ink—these were the maps. So the others must be the ones with the important information. He arranged them accordingly, putting the maps right next to each other.

"This map," he started and put his index finger on the first page, holding it in place, "is a detailed outline of the Roxxon company building. Every single floor, every niche, every hidden corner. You would do well to study these, because I need you to break in and get me some information—without. Being. Caught. Nobody can see you, Gwendolyn. If someone sees you, you have to kill them. This is non-negotiable. But if you're good at what you do, that won't be necessary."

The smile had vanished from his face, the corners of his mouth dropping into a serious expression. He was keeping his earlier promise—he didn't ask her to kill someone, but if she failed, she would have to. "If someone sees you and tracks you back to me, I won't be able to guarantee your father's—and your—safety. I hope I made myself clear. Now," he gathered the printed maps and put them into a folder, before turning to the other pages, containing all the information his little spider would need, "you will find everything you need in these files. Every schedule of every important employee is listed here, as well as any access code you will need, and"—he pulled out a keycard from his pocket—"here is the keycard with full access to the building. Do. Not. Lose. It."

He placed it on the table, next to the files, with finality. If Miss Stacy failed him, he would need to do a lot of damage control. Having her and her father killed in the process would be the least of his problems by then, so he hoped she understood the gravity of this little mission.

"There is a notebook in the CEO's office. It's probably hidden somewhere—a secret door, a false bottom in a drawer, get creative in finding it. You find it, you bring it back to me. You will know you have the right thing when you see it," he ended and put the files into the folder behind the maps, including the keycard, before he held it out to Gwen. It wouldn't be an unfairly hard first mission, but if she succeeded, it would help him get rid of some of his competitors in a matter that wouldn't be traceable to him.

xghostspider

Stick in the mud. Nobody had ever accused Gwen of that before. Annoying, reckless, not as funny as she thought she was… those were all very familiar, but not boring. She supposed with Peter's death, her powers failing, and her dad's life in the balance, she had been a bit of a Debbie Downer lately though. It was utterly strange to be taking life advice from Murdock, of all people. But if he wanted the real Gwen, well, this was his show, as they said. He might come to regret asking her for that.

A fraction of the tension eased from her shoulders and she snorted softly. "Okay. If we want to pretend you're not the scariest guy in the city and that not I'm balls out terrified of you, sure. I'm game." She trailed him to the desk, curiosity threading through her in spite of herself as she peered down at the maps. She supposed there was something to be gained in shelving her fear. She'd function better if she wasn't constantly thinking about her dad, and despite all the red flags, Matt Murdock was an interesting puzzle. Here was hoping curiosity didn't kill the spider.

The soft exhale that left her might have been relief. B&E wasn't exactly in her wheelhouse--she was usually the one stopping the robberies--but it was a far sight better than, say, an assassination. Was it too late to ask Felicia for help on this? No, just kidding. Black Cat must never, ever know that she was working with Matt Murdock, even if she happened to be one of the best thieves in the city. Her gaze traced over the maps, her mind already clicking into action. This was just an investigation in reverse. She was just looking for information. That was nothing new. And, okay, the stakes were a little higher, but she would have no one to blame but herself if it went wrong.

"I understand. I won't fail you." She nodded once, firmly. It was surprising to feel the first little bits of confidence returning to her. She'd come here expecting the worst, and while this would be hard, it was certainly within the realm of possibility. She could do this. She could do this, and not be seen, and nobody would even have to get hurt. Maybe it wasn't strictly legal, but what did Gwen care if some rich bastards lost money? This was how she and her father survived.

"People hide things in depressingly similar places. It shouldn't be that hard to find once I'm in." Getting in past all the cameras and security would be the hard part, but she would have a plan, and probably two or three backup plans. It wasn't Gwen's usual style, but then, the stakes weren't usually quite so high either. She accepted the file, tucking it close to her chest beneath her crossed arms, oddly protective. The things in that file were life or death to her. "I'll move as soon as I have a plan, but is there a tight deadline?" She wasn't foolish enough to keep him waiting longer than logistics demanded, but it was still good to know what she was working with.

#chat: matt #thedevilsjustice #verse: murderdock

baltharino

Happy Gwensday! [04/52] Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

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xghostspider

Gwen was aware she was being followed. Her dwindling powers might have a shelf-life, but she still had the spider sense. It just didn't matter anymore. Murdock could have his goons follow her. He could do anything he wanted to her because he held all the power, and they both knew it. That was the thing about desperation. It rapidly erased any lines she thought she had about what was right and what was wrong. Was it right that her father was stuck in prison for her crimes as Spider-Woman? She'd made mistakes. Peter Parker's blood was on her hands. But it was Gwen who should have paid for those mistakes, not Captain Stacy. She couldn't let him die for her.

It should have been creepier to open that door and step inside, but it was just like walking into any office--remarkably normal. She thought putting her sense of ethics in a woodchipper should have a more dramatic backdrop, perhaps in a seedy alley or with a spooky soundtrack. But no. It was just an office, and he was just a man, rather disarmingly handsome and sort of charming at times. Not at all who'd you peg as one of the most dangerous men in the city. She shut the door behind her, hands returning to her hoodie pocket. "You… wanted to see me?" She didn't know whether she was supposed to tack a 'sir' onto the end of that and decided it would sound weird coming from her. 'Dude' probably wasn't appropriate either.

thedevilsjustice

Matt kept standing where he was, even as the door opened and his favorite spider stepped into his office. Otomo would have some choice words for him if he knew Matt kept his back to Gwen, but he would never dare utter them out loud—Matt wouldn't stand for such disrespect. As if he needed to face his enemies.

Well, the question was—was Miss Stacy really an enemy right now? Of course, she hated his guts, but who didn't in this city? A smirk settled on his face at the thought alone. Hated and feared by everyone, but none of them being able to do anything about it. How pathetic, yet entertaining.

But yes, Gwen was his enemy—he shouldn't forget that. She was only doing his bidding, because he held her father's life in his hands. And, oh, he knew, only one mistake on his part and she would take the opportunity to take him down. That's what made this whole situation so interesting.

He finally turned around, hands still kept behind his back, as he sauntered over to her, smirk still present.

"Miss Stacy," he said and tilted his head in a mock greeting. "How kind of you to grace me with your presence. I can't say that I wanted to … see you, though." His smirk widened at his own terrible joke.

"But yes, I asked you to come here. I have a job for you to do, as part of our deal. Oh, don't worry, I won't ask you to kill someone—I have other people to do the really dirty work. I wouldn't want to compromise your morals." He just wanted to poke and prod and bend her until she broke bit by bit, but he couldn't do that if he went into this with something she would outright refuse. No, he was playing the long game with this one. And it would be fun.

xghostspider

Gwen was no threat to him right now. She needed him too much for that. It didn't even really register that he kept his back to her. Not very many people treated her like a serious threat. She stopped bodega robberies and muggers. She'd never had any real training, only her spider sense to get her by, and instinct wasn't going to be enough against someone like him. If it ever came down to a real fight between them, he could probably wipe the floor with her. Besides, Spider-Woman would never be so unsporting as to attack when her opponent's back was turned. Heroes were predictable like that. If Gwen even was a hero anymore--if she ever had been--but this wasn't the moment for her identity crisis.

"S-sorry. That was kind of-- tactless of me." She winced, running a hand over her mouth like she could take back the insensitive comment. Truthfully, she sometimes forgot that he was blind. He gave the impression that he could stare right down to her poor excuse for a soul even without his sight. Her hands fell back to her sides, and she chewed her lip. She found it difficult not to fidget in his presence, even if there was no new information here. She'd assumed he'd called on her for a job. That was part of their deal.

"I… trust you'll stick to the terms of our bargain. What do you want me to do?" She straightened her spine, steeling her nerves. Despite the attempt at confidence, there was a trace of nervousness in the question. Gwen sort of had to assume that no matter what he asked, she wasn't going to like it. She'd made it clear there were lines she wouldn't cross, like killing for him, but there was a lot of gray area before outright killing someone. The sad fact was that she couldn't afford to say no to him unless the task was egregious. Whatever it was, she would have to grit her teeth, shelve her morals, and make the best of it.

#chat: matt #thedevilsjustice #verse: murderdock

alwaysxinxtrouble

A man stood with his empire stretched out before that he never wanted to begin with. It had been taken out of sheer loyalty. The storm raging outside the floor to ceiling windows matched his mood, unsettled and filled with fury. The doors to the balcony were wide open and allowing the wind and rain to spill into the penthouse with not a single care from him. If anything, he welcomed the sheer chaos into his home. It soothed him in a way.

A shipment arriving at the docks had to be diverted at the last moment to avoid the police ambush waiting for it, turning around and heading back out to sea while he formulated a new plan in the meantime.

Thunder rumbled through the building, feeling the vibrations moving up through the steel framework from his bare feet on the cold tile floor, cane mindlessly twirling between his fingers. Something was coming. He was able to sense the intense energy in the air, lips curling in the corners to a smirk.

@gh0stspiderr

xghostspider

Only a truly desperate person would go to Kingpin for help. Gwen thought she knew what desperate was, but she had no idea. Not yet. She only knew her dad was in trouble because of her, because of Spider-Woman. He'd been imprisoned trying to cover her identity, and she didn't like to think what would happen to a former police captain in prison. Every criminal he'd helped put away would be gunning for him, and it was her fault, her fault, her fault…

They'd never had a lot as far as money. The Stacys weren't hurting, but it had been a single-income household from the time she was a child. They certainly didn't have enough to buy the kind of help she needed. All Gwen had was her rapidly dwindling powers… but there was a rumor Murdock could help her with that too. It was why she was showing up as Spider-Woman and fully prepared to blow that cover to a man who could make her life hell with that secret. But her life was already rapidly turning into hell.

The balcony doors were wide open, almost like an invitation, and she swung through and landed soundlessly (to a regular human) on the floor. "Mr. Murdock? Is it too late for a consultation? I need some legal advice."

alwaysxinxtrouble

The rain casted a perfect outline of her as she swung through the city, not exactly a straight line but he knew where she was going. Matt could practically smell the desperation on her, even from this distance. It must be bad for her to come to him. Unless she was looking for something in particular. Still, to come to the penthouse and not his office. Very peculiar. Brave. Dumb but brave. He was intrigued.

"You're dripping on my floor." He said flatly, unimpressed with who was standing in his living room. The cane came to a stop between his fingers, tip hitting the floor hard with a distinct crack. Unlike the one he used as a child; this one could not be folded up and tucked away. It was a threat just as much as it was a prop with a katana hidden inside, made special for him during his years being raised in Japan.

"Is there a reason you're coming to my penthouse in the middle of the night rather than my office like any other upstanding citizen? Or does Jameson have it right about you? That you're a lowlife criminal, skittering around the city like the insect you pretend to be. I'm curious, which is it?"

xghostspider

The crack of the cane against the floor made her flinch. Gwen was no expert, but it sounded heavier than it needed to be, like it was a weapon of its own. She'd heard the stories about him, knew not to underestimate him. But she hadn't come here to fight him. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't stand a chance. She knew her own capabilities. Even with her dwindling powers, she regularly fought street muggers and bodega robbers, not trained ninjas, or whatever he really was.

"I--I'm sorry. I'll clean it up if you have a towel…" She looked down at her feet where, sure enough, there was a steadily growing puddle, rain slicking off her suit. He intimidated the hell out of her, but that had never stopped Gwen from rambling. Sleeping didn't stop her from rambling. Making jokes was one of only tools in her toolbelt right now, even if he wasn't exactly the right audience. "I mean, there has to be some kind of middle ground between 'upstanding citizen' and 'J. Jonah Jameson is right', doesn't there? Hell hasn't frozen over yet. If it ever does, he'll probably blame that on me too…" She petered awkwardly to a stop when she realized she was babbling at possibly the most terrifying man in the city. She couldn't expect his patience to be endless.

She straightened her shoulders and drew a breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do, and pulled off her mask, her hair sticking damply to her face. He couldn't see it, obviously, but the gesture was symbolic. "My name is Gwen Stacy. I came to ask for your help. My dad… Captain Stacy… he's in jail because of me. Because of Spider-Woman. He needs legal counsel, and you're the best there is. I don't have a lot of money, but I thought if I could work for you, you could help him…" she trailed off miserably. Spider-Woman was her only bargaining chip. If he couldn't use her abilities, she had nothing else to offer him.

#chat: matt #alwaysxinxtrouble #verse: murderdock

SMASH OR PASS (Gwen, Murderdock)

@thedevilsjustice

"Wow, okay, you're really gonna call me out like that, huh? Total honesty? Fine. Smash. I know he's probably, like, pure evil, but he's really, um… handsome. And… fit. Who doesn't have a little bit of a thing for the bad boys, you know?"

#muse #meme #thedevilsjustice #connection: matt murdock #verse: murderdock #nsfw #i'm crying #i was just writing their reply this morning #and thinking is it weird if i ship it #😂😂#love a good toxic romance

xghostspider

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Only a truly desperate person would accept help from Matt Murdock. Gwen thought she knew what desperate was, but she had no idea. Not yet. She only knew her dad was in trouble because of her, because of Spider-Woman. He'd been imprisoned trying to cover her identity, and she didn't like to think what would happen to a former police captain in prison. Every criminal he'd helped put away would be gunning for him, and it was her fault, her fault, her fault…

They'd never had a lot as far as money. The Stacys weren't hurting, but it had been a single-income household from the time she was a child. They certainly didn't have enough to buy the kind of help she needed. All Gwen had was her rapidly dwindling powers, an alliance with one of the most corrupt lawyers in the city, and a sort of grim determination in place of regret. She hadn't gone into this arrangement halfway. She would cross every single line she had if it would help her father.

Church bells rang distantly, sounding the late hour, and she landed soundlessly (to a regular human) outside the door of his office. She wasn't sure what this meeting was for, if he was going to update her on her father's case or give her an assignment so she could start holding up her end of this bargain… She pushed back her hood, damp from the rain, and knocked. "Mr. Murdock?"

thedevilsjustice

Matt was standing at the window, stretching floor to ceiling, hands crossed behind his back, the city teeming with life below him. He might have not been able to see the streets, but his other senses picked up everything he needed—for example the telltale thwip thwip of a certain little spider's approach.

Otomo had warned him, had talked back to him about this on more than one occasion. He didn't trust Gwen Stacy as far as he could throw her—well, neither did Matt. His jaw was set, teeth grinding against each other. He didn't think that Miss Stacy would ever warm up to him, but as long as he had something she needed—in this case the ability to set her deeply annoying father free—he held her life and loyalty in his hands. And he was going to play his hands right.

"Come in," he called, rolling his eyes, as soon as he heard her voice. Really, she should know that she didn't need to announce herself to him. He always knew where she was—if due to his senses or due to his ninjas following her around. He would have called her in on his own terms, but it was whatever. She was a teenager, after all. Impulsive and so deeply, fascinatingly, devoted to doing good.

A smile entered his face.

She wouldn't be able to do much good under his orders.

He kept his back turned to the door, waiting for Gwen to enter. The itsy bitsy spider was crawling into his net.

xghostspider

Gwen was aware she was being followed. Her dwindling powers might have a shelf-life, but she still had the spider sense. It just didn't matter anymore. Murdock could have his goons follow her. He could do anything he wanted to her because he held all the power, and they both knew it. That was the thing about desperation. It rapidly erased any lines she thought she had about what was right and what was wrong. Was it right that her father was stuck in prison for her crimes as Spider-Woman? She'd made mistakes. Peter Parker's blood was on her hands. But it was Gwen who should have paid for those mistakes, not Captain Stacy. She couldn't let him die for her.

It should have been creepier to open that door and step inside, but it was just like walking into any office--remarkably normal. She thought putting her sense of ethics in a woodchipper should have a more dramatic backdrop, perhaps in a seedy alley or with a spooky soundtrack. But no. It was just an office, and he was just a man, rather disarmingly handsome and sort of charming at times. Not at all who'd you peg as one of the most dangerous men in the city. She shut the door behind her, hands returning to her hoodie pocket. "You… wanted to see me?" She didn't know whether she was supposed to tack a 'sir' onto the end of that and decided it would sound weird coming from her. 'Dude' probably wasn't appropriate either.

#chat: matt #thedevilsjustice #verse: murderdock #tw: death

xghostspider

🕸️ the starter @hollowpillow didn't ask for (but gwen's a needy biotch)

Gwen had seen a lot of strange things in various universes, but she'd never seen a ghost. She was pretty sure they existed--or else Lucy's weird uncle Constantine person was just a rilly good conman (it was possible both were true simultaneously)--but she'd never seen one. Fortunately, New York state was home to a number of supposedly haunted places, including Letchworth Village, a sprawling collection of buildings that used to be an old psychiatric facility. It had closed in the 90s and was whatever level of dangerous went a few steps above condemned and a few steps below nuclear waste dump. Also fortunately, she had superpowers that could get them easily past the fences.

She'd skipped the damning entrance portion of their live stream and was now yammering into her phone about the history of the place. "Look, I'm just saying, the kind of shit they called "treatment" at this place… I'd come back as a vengeful ghost too." Her Debbie Harry costume was only one tick off from her usual look: a yellow Vultures t-shirt under a black leather vest, black hot pants and a metal studded belt with thigh high black boots, sunglasses pushed back into her shaggy blonde hair.

Her speech paused when her symbiote gave a little pulse, and she aimed the flashlight on her phone into the shadowy corners of the room, trying to decide if it was reacting to her excitement or to something in the place. "Did you hear something?"

hollowpillow

Seeing ghosts wasn't really why Lucy was here, although, it was an added bonus. Constantine used to tell her she just wasn't paying enough attention when the chances arrived, but Lucy called that as much bullshit as the hidden cards in his sleeves on poker nights. However, a dark, forgotten and ominous location on what would possibly be her favourite night of the year, away from the city and whatever hellscapes the criminals thought they could get away with? Sign her up.

Add the bonus of a really hot blonde who was maybe a little too interested about the history of this place? Well, Lucy didn't need to be asked twice to slap on a headband with cat-ears and draw whiskers on her face, making her otherwise perfectly normal get-up into a makeshit halloween-costume.

"Babe, this is New York, if you think that kinda treatment is crazy, you should just see what the journals over at Arkham Asylum says, that's some class A-"

She cut herself off, her head whipping in the direction where Gwen was looking, narrowing her eyes a little towards the darkness. Had she heard something? Nope. Was she gonna pretend like she had, to mess with Gwen a little?

Fuck yeah.

"Yeah, what was that?"

xghostspider

Was it wise to take the daughter of the infamous Harleen Quinzel, who had spent time in a place not unlike this one, both as a doctor and a patient, to a famously haunted insane asylum on Halloween night? Probably not, but nobody had ever accused Gwen of being wise. She could be smart about some things, and really tragically dumb about others. But this kind of thing had a name, and it was called date night. Truly not the weirdest one they'd ever had, although if they did manage to see an actual ghost, Gwen might have to reevaluate that.

"Somebody should really do an expose on that place. Are you friends with Lois Lane? I bet she could really…" Blow the lid off that shithole. The rest of her sentence was lost in a shriek as she jumped into Lucy's arms. She'd actually started to aim for the corner of the ceiling and then remembered she was live and course-corrected for something that didn't blow her cover.

The camera wobbled before she managed to steady it, along with her wildly pounding heart, still clinging to her girlfriend. "Oh my fucking god, that rat was the size of a poodle. Watch out for the vat of toxic waste it climbed out of…"

#chat: lucy #hollowpillow #multiverse!madness #tw: rats

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Only a truly desperate person would accept help from Matt Murdock. Gwen thought she knew what desperate was, but she had no idea. Not yet. She only knew her dad was in trouble because of her, because of Spider-Woman. He'd been imprisoned trying to cover her identity, and she didn't like to think what would happen to a former police captain in prison. Every criminal he'd helped put away would be gunning for him, and it was her fault, her fault, her fault…

They'd never had a lot as far as money. The Stacys weren't hurting, but it had been a single-income household from the time she was a child. They certainly didn't have enough to buy the kind of help she needed. All Gwen had was her rapidly dwindling powers, an alliance with one of the most corrupt lawyers in the city, and a sort of grim determination in place of regret. She hadn't gone into this arrangement halfway. She would cross every single line she had if it would help her father.

Church bells rang distantly, sounding the late hour, and she landed soundlessly (to a regular human) outside the door of his office. She wasn't sure what this meeting was for, if he was going to update her on her father's case or give her an assignment so she could start holding up her end of this bargain… She pushed back her hood, damp from the rain, and knocked. "Mr. Murdock?"

#chat: matt #thedevilsjustice #verse: murderdock

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matt murdock in spider-gwen #12 ( vol 2 )

#Q:#gwen stacy #illustration #muse #matt murdock #verse: murderdock

🕸️ the starter @hollowpillow didn't ask for (but gwen's a needy biotch)

Gwen had seen a lot of strange things in various universes, but she'd never seen a ghost. She was pretty sure they existed--or else Lucy's weird uncle Constantine person was just a rilly good conman (it was possible both were true simultaneously)--but she'd never seen one. Fortunately, New York state was home to a number of supposedly haunted places, including Letchworth Village, a sprawling collection of buildings that used to be an old psychiatric facility. It had closed in the 90s and was whatever level of dangerous went a few steps above condemned and a few steps below nuclear waste dump. Also fortunately, she had superpowers that could get them easily past the fences.

She'd skipped the damning entrance portion of their live stream and was now yammering into her phone about the history of the place. "Look, I'm just saying, the kind of shit they called "treatment" at this place… I'd come back as a vengeful ghost too." Her Debbie Harry costume was only one tick off from her usual look: a yellow Vultures t-shirt under a black leather vest, black hot pants and a metal studded belt with thigh high black boots, sunglasses pushed back into her shaggy blonde hair.

Her speech paused when her symbiote gave a little pulse, and she aimed the flashlight on her phone into the shadowy corners of the room, trying to decide if it was reacting to her excitement or to something in the place. "Did you hear something?"

#chat: lucy #hollowpillow #multiverse!madness

🕸️ @barbierps liked for a starter

Gwen had been hopping back and forth between Earth-65 and Earth-616 for years now while she got her degree, since blowing her secret identity at home had left her with few other options. She was always Ghost-Spider there, but on Peter's Earth, she could choose whether she wanted to be Gwen Stacy or do a little moonlighting as the Spider. New York City didn't really need her for that when they had Parker, but it was nice to keep her hand in. She was also lowkey avoiding home because MJ was mad at her. Something something missed band practice again. Mary Jane Watson, sort of terrifying in any universe, even without superpowers.

She'd perched somewhere high in the spider suit to listen in on the city. For some reason, little gummy spiders kept peeling themselves off from her suit and trying to crawl away, and she snatched one and raveled it back into her sleeve with a muttered, "Stop it. You're being creepy." Unlike Elsa and Eddie's symbiotes, Gwen's didn't really talk to her or have much of a personality of its own. Most of the time, she was pretty grateful for that, although it could get feisty about the whole anger and vengeance thing. They had to find other ways to communicate with each other, and traveling through dimensions always left the signals a little jammed. She caught on eventually though.

"Ooh, I get it now." At the sight of a black shadow moving independently of the rest of the city's shadows, she let the Ghost-Spider mask crawl back over her face and webbed a little closer, staying high but keeping an eye on the figure. Dressed in all black in this part of town at this time of night, they were probably up to no good, but Gwen didn't like to assume. Maybe they were doing the hero thing like she was. She needed more information, and that meant watching quietly for the moment. Admittedly, that wasn't her best skill, but she could swing it once in a while.

#chat: felicia #barbierps #verse: 616

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@xghostspider sent 🎲 to randomise a setting!

A dissonant chorus of church bells ring in a new day, enough to twitch the ear of a man who can hear far too many of them at once. New York is what it always is: painfully alive — the screech of a subway train and the rattle of metal tracks, the constant whir of electrical wires that snake through a nearby street lamp, the screech of a jet making its descent into an airport across the river. There's a few less cars on the road, and a few less people on the street, but this city is still loud.

His silhouette is striking — the man stood opposite the entrance to 50th street subway station. He's tall, perfectly angled with the way he clutches his white cane, wearing a suit in a shade of bright red intended to stand out through the darkness and a matching pair of sunglasses. Cold nights like this one don't seem to bother him, nor does the gloomy drizzle of rain. He doesn't feel the need for an umbrella, or an overcoat. It'd all break the illusion, this perfectly crafted costume of his.

Tapping his cane a little impatiently on the concrete, his demeanour remains externally cool, although he is waiting for someone, and he's hardly in a patient mood. But he rarely is when he has business to attend to, particularly where Gwen Stacy is involved.

xghostspider

Gwen wasn't known for her punctuality. The strain of balancing her real life with her superhero alter ego left her constantly running behind. It was worse than ever now that both of those things had gone to shit, her father in prison for protecting Spider-Woman, both parts of her life crashing irrevocably into one another with predictably chaotic results.

The church bells made the symbiote twitch in irritation as she swung her way through the streets, but they weren't loud enough or close enough to create a real problem. It was acting up more than usual lately, as though the stress of her life affected it too. She knew it was dangerous to let it feed on her negative emotions: her anger, her sadness, her desperation, but it was hard to see past them right now.

It was the last that had sent her into Kingpin's employ. Only a truly desperate person would seek help from him, but Gwen would cross every single line she had if it would help her father. She landed silently (for a human) on the sidewalk, impervious to the rain and chill with the symbiote creating her masked costume. "Mr. Murdock."

#chat: matt #blindinjustice #verse: murderdock

@falliblexpenance (cont. from here)

Gwen bounced frequently between her own world, Earth-65, and Earth-616, which she basically treated like her summer home, and occasionally she got tossed into another random universe when she was needed there. Unfortunately, she knew exactly what it was like to be stuck somewhere that looked a lot like home but wasn't. The similarities were almost more unnerving than the differences.

"More like a joke, but anyway. Be cool if it were true though, right? The Winter Soldier is totally the guitarist with mystique."

#chat: peter #falliblexpenance #multiverse!madness

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