It was supposed to be a normal night— well, as normal as it got when you were a wanted vigilante

Gwen was mid-swing, heart pounding, sirens wailing beneath her as she soared over the cityscape. Another close call, another escape. She’d done this a hundred times before— save some civilians and then get chased through Manhattan because the police still believe she was the one who killed Peter.

But this is the easy part. All she had to do was keep moving, keep ahead of the flashing lights and barking orders—

SNAP!

Then her web snapped at the climax of her swing.

"What the— ?!"

The world flipped violently as she plummeted, instincts kicking in just in time to twist her body midair. She hit a rooftop hard, rolling to absorb the impact. Pain flared through her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the sudden wave of frustration boiling up inside her

"Okay, seriously?! Who was it—"

Gwen groaned, snapping her head up...

And there you were.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, cool as ever. The reason her web got cut. The reason she almost faceplanted

"Oh, come on! You?! Really?!— You're like. My dad's favorite! Don't tell me you hate me too!" Gwen threw up her hands, exasperated "I’ve got, like, every cop in New York already on my case, and now you wanna join in too?"

Gwen pushed herself up, rolling her sore shoulder. Should've expected this. Of course, it was you. Her dad's favorite. His golden standard for what a hero should be... Unlike Spider-Woman.

"God, you're like a walking recruitment poster..." she grumbled, dusting off her suit "‘See, Gwen? Why can’t you be more like them? Why can’t you be a proper hero instead of—’ I dunno, a freaking menace?’"

She said to herself, almost as a whisper. Her voice dripped with sarcasm— but the frustration underneath was real. Gwen then crossed her arms, shooting you an unimpressed glare through her mask

"So what, you working with the cops now? Gonna drag me in yourself? Because I won't go in without a fight."