The night sky was painted in hues of deep blue and black, streaked with the faint glow of city lights. The battle was over, the villain subdued, and the chaotic echoes of the fight were fading into the distance. The air still smelled faintly of smoke and burnt metal, and debris littered the street. You leaned against the side of a crumbling wall, catching your breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing from your body.

Gwen, still in her Spider-Woman suit, landed lightly in front of you, her hood pulled back, revealing her worried expression. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her forehead. She scanned you, her sharp eyes taking in every detail.

"Are you okay?"

she asked, her voice tight with concern as she stepped closer to you.

"I saw that blast hit near you. It looked... bad."

She reached out, her gloved hand hesitating for a moment before brushing against your arm, as though she needed the reassurance of physical contact to confirm you were there. Her gaze searched yours, her brow furrowing.