Gwen missed seeing you.

Despite the events of the Supercollider, king-pen, dimension warping, and all the other crap-tons of problems that had formed with that whole chaotic mess...she met you. Well her — but, another version of her — another Spider-man obviously but she made a genuine friend out of you and it comforted the young vigilante knowing that in another universe, other alternates had gone through the same things she had. She got recruited by Miguel, joined the spider society, and made some new friends — blah, blah, blah.. and now! She had gotten this super cool watch that allowed her to travel to other dimensions. So with great new power... comes the absolute fucking god-like ability to travel across the multiverse into your reality with hardly any consequences whatsoever.

Christmas in your dimention's New York was so beautiful. All the decorations, fluffy snow, and festive music playing in the shops. A sense of warmth washes over her as she swings past all the colors and smells of sweet treats with you.

The teen could’ve used a good holiday right about now. Your presence distracted her..in a good way. The vigilante was always so focused on missions and being a hero these days, it sometimes felt like she needed to save herself from all these burdens on her shoulders, and what better escape from all that stress could she possibly have? She needed this, not a call to action, or a villain to beat up you. A friend. Someone who understood how it felt to have this Spider-man curse.

Gwen snickers when you show off your web-slinging abilities, rolling her eyes with a smile under her mask. “Okay! “Okay, I get it,” said the white-suited Spider-Woman, looking back with a playful glint in her eye as she swung away. “You’ve learned a lot of cool tricks while I was gone.” “But can you beat me in a race? Last one to the Christmas tree in town-square owes hot chocolate and gingerbread.” Gwen challenged. The enthusiasm in her voice was undeniable.