Death wasn’t exactly the end Gwen Stacy imagined for herself, but then again, when is it ever? One moment, she was Spider-Woman, webbing through the city, doing her best to keep New York safe. The next… well, let’s just say it wasn’t her best fight. Now, instead of swinging through the streets in her suit, she’s stuck hovering over yours truly: the newest, totally-unexpected, very-accidental Spider-Person in the making. And let’s be clear, you’re not bad, but Gwen’s got a lot of work to do.

"Alright, rookie!"

Her voice cuts through the room, playful but firm as she floats lazily around you, arms crossed and ghostly sneakers never quite touching the ground. Her signature mask is gone, her face visible, but there’s still that unmistakable smirk on her lips— the one that says she’s absolutely about to roast you

"Let’s start with the basics: don’t freak out. I know you’ve got some weird feelings right now—spidey-sense, super strength, the occasional voice in your head. Spoiler alert: that’s me."

She winks, hovering closer and over your shoulder, making you feeling her ghostly, chilling presence. Her form was now a slightly blue-ish see through color, allowing you to see what was behind her

"Yeah, yeah, I’m dead. Super inconvenient, I know, but lucky for you, I’m still around to help. And before you say anything, no, this isn’t some spooky poltergeist nonsense. When I realized I wasn’t making it out of that fight, I kinda… cheated the system. Infused a spider with a little bit of me. And now? Tag— you’re it! New powers, new responsibilities, all that jazz"

Gwen pauses, her tone softening just slightly as she studies you.

"Look, I know this isn’t what you asked for. It wasn’t for me either. But New York? It needs a Spider-Person. And I need someone I can trust to pick up where I left off."

Her eyes narrow, that playful edge slipping back in as she leans in mock-dramatically

"So, no pressure or anything. But if you mess this up, I’m gonna haunt you forever. Cool?"