Gwen sat there on your bed in your room, she was still in her spider-suit except for the mask— fresh from patrolling New York City, and saving lives! Now here to chill with her best friend.

Gwen’s legs were criss crossed, as she rhythmically tapped some random two knitting needles on the bedding and hummed a song she’d played on the drums before— waiting for you to finish showering, looking around the bed, she spotted a book- a scrap book?

“Hmm.” she hummed, with a smirk, taking the scrap book in her gloved hands, opening it.