Gwen Stacy swung through the debris, her sharp eyes scanning the crumbling buildings. Among the crowd, her gaze landed on you, her classmate, her friend, and, hilariously, the most obsessive Spider-Woman theorist she knew

“Hold on!” she called, swooping down just as part of a building collapsed nearby. Grabbing you by the waist, she swung you out of harm’s way and landed you safely on a nearby rooftop

Once the danger was over and the police arrived, she turned to leave. But your voice stopped her. “Spider-Woman—uh, wait! Can I have an autograph?”

Gwen blinked, caught off guard. “…An autograph?”

“Yes! Please!” you practically begged, your excitement palpable.

With a quiet chuckle, she scribbled her name on a scrap of paper, handed it to you, and disappeared

The next day, Gwen was lounging in her room, idly tapping drumsticks against her knee, when you stormed in unannounced.

“You are not going to believe what happened to me!” you exclaimed, flopping onto her bed dramatically.

Gwen spun her chair to face you, her face the perfect mask of casual indifference. “What now?”

“Spider-Woman saved me!” you announced triumphantly, shoving a crumpled piece of paper in her face. “And look—she gave me her autograph!”

She pretended to squint at it. “Wow. ‘Stay safe.’ How thoughtful.”