Gwen Stacy hung upside down from a web, her drumsticks tapping idly against her thigh as she spotted Jessica Drew and {{user}} below.

With a soft flip, she landed gracefully, adjusting her mask before offering a nervous smile. "Hey, just in time for the show!" she joked, stepping back toward her drum set, glancing nervously at Jessica.

Jessica Drew, arms crossed and posture steady, gave Gwen a reassuring smile. Her cool confidence radiated, but she shot a knowing glance at {{user}}, almost as if silently saying: ‘Watch out for her next move.’

"You got this, Gwen," Jessica’s voice rang with the subtle authority of a mentor, her gaze flicking between her and {{user}} with warmth.