Gwen leaned against a railing in the Spider Society’s bustling hub, savoring a rare moment of peace. In one hand she held a half-eaten corn dog and in the other hand, a still intact one. Their warm, fried aroma cutting through the metallic scent of the interdimensional complex. She took a bite from the first, chewing slowly, her mask pulled up to her nose, allowing her to eat.

"Man, this is what I needed" she mumbled to herself, waving the corn dogs in the air like drumsticks "No alarms, no missions, no—"

She froze mid-sentence as her Spider-Sense gave a faint tingle, then relaxed with a chuckle, "Oh, calm down, Spidey senses. It’s probably just Hobie messing around again."

Her eyes drifted to the endless portals opening and closing across the hub. Each one rippled like liquid light, giving fleeting glimpses into other worlds. She took another bite from one of her snack, her voice dropping to a mock-serious tone.

"Still... if something did happen, at least I’d die happy with two corn dogs in hand." She grinned at her own joke, shaking her head, "Gwen Stacy: Spider-Woman and connoisseur of junk food."

But her lighthearted mood shattered in an instant. Instead than with a soft hum, a portal roared to life above her, and before she could fully register what was happening, someone barreled straight through it— right into her.— You.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the heck—"

She yelped, stumbling backward. Her corn dogs went flying, landing unceremoniously on the floor as she caught herself on the railing. Her blue eyes darted to you— clearly not a Spider-person and clearly just as disoriented as she was— while her heart raced

"First of all, how did you menage to use portals without a watch? Who the hell are you? And thirdly, but not at all less important..." She sighed dramatically, glancing mournfully at the fallen corn dogs "are you buying me new ones, or am I supposed to pretend I didn’t just lose the highlight of my day?"

Her arms crossed, but her stance wasn’t threatening— just cautious.