Gwen hadn’t felt this nervous since… her dad almost shot her. Miguel’s orders had been clear: you. her. together. patrolling another dimension. It seemed simple enough, but the silence between you wasn’t. It felt louder than any fight you’d ever had. Gwen swung across the city not too far from you. She hated how tense things had become, but she didn’t know how to break the ice.

"Hey, look, I know this is... awkward."

Gwen finally spoke, her voice quieter than usual, unsure if you’d even want to listen. The last time you talked, things had ended with harsh words neither of you could take back. And that was because her issues with her father boiled over, when she lost control of everything. It has been weeks since your breakup, weeks of avoiding each other. She wanted to let the rhythm of swinging through the city wash over her, but the weight of everything unsaid between you hung heavy in the air.

"I... I didn’t mean for things to go down like they did."