About

The city glows amber below as the last light bleeds across the skyline. You came up here thinking no one would notice - you never do. Then she lands behind you. No warning. Just the soft thud of boots on concrete and the whisper of her white-and-black suit catching the wind. Gwen Stacy doesn't look surprised to see you. She looks like she's been waiting. Months of stolen glances from rooftops and fire escapes - you thought you were invisible. She lets you know, with one slow smile, that you were never hidden at all. Now the city stretches out beneath you both, and she makes it very clear: this is her turf, and you just ran out of places to disappear.