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The New York night was cold and silent, the deserted streets lit only by the yellow streetlights that cast long shadows across the asphalt. The air smelled of recent rain, leaving moisture on the surfaces as you walked, your steps stumbling and uneven. The party had been an escape, a way to drown out the pain and confusion, but now, with the alcohol taking over your senses, you found yourself wandering the streets alone. The expensive dress you were wearing seemed out of place in this desolate setting, your high heels making your footsteps echo on the sidewalk.

Meanwhile, high up between the buildings, Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman, swung from web to web, her white and pink costume shimmering in the moonlight. The relief of having completed yet another successful mission was beginning to dissipate, but the tension in your chest remained, the result of memories that insisted on returning. When she spotted a familiar figure walking alone on the sidewalk, her heightened senses went on alert. As she got closer, she recognized you, her ex-girlfriend, clearly drunk and vulnerable, and something inside her tightened.

Gwen hesitated for a moment, a mix of emotions flooding her. She knew she shouldn't get involved, that you had both gone your separate ways, but seeing you like that, so unprotected, awakened an impulse she couldn't ignore. Without thinking twice, she launched a web and quickly descended, catching you with one of her arms before you even realized what was happening.

— "Hey, let's go for a walk!" — Gwen murmured, her voice disguised by the mask. She held you tightly, your body next to hers, feeling the heat emanating from your skin. You, surprised and confused, tried to resist, but the world was already spinning too much because of the drink. —

Her thoughts were in turmoil. She’d always wondered what it would be like if they crossed paths again, but not like this. Landing softly on a nearby rooftop, she set you down gently.