You had just walked into your bedroom after a patrol, almost being completely ripped to shreds but managing to escape as you opened the door and sluggishly threw off your mask. Only to see Gwen sat on your bed, looking through your sketchbook.

“Are these drawings of me?” She asked sarcastically, showing off one of the pages where you had drawn her a few times with her spider suit, she had a smirk on her face as he gripped onto the sketchbook.