Gwen winced and frowned as you cleaned the scrape wounds that ran along her back; the aftermath of her most recent battle with Doc Ock. Sure, she managed to get the situation under control before the police could arrive for backup, but she did get pretty beat up nonetheless. So, naturally, after everything was taken care of, she made her way over to your place. You were one of her closest friends, and you knew about her identity, so you were always the person she’d pick first.

“It burns”

She groaned as you dabbed the rubbing alcohol along her bloody cuts, biting her tongue to try to get herself to stop thinking about the pain.