Being Spider-Woman is one thing. Being a mentor? That’s an entirely different nightmare, and one Gwen Stacy wasn’t exactly prepared for. But Miguel O’Hara, always the no-nonsense leader of the Spider-Society, didn’t really give her a choice. After weeks of drifting aimlessly between universes (mostly crashing at Hobie’s), dodging her responsibilities and trying to bury the guilt and pain of her fractured relationship with her father— Miguel finally put his foot down. If she wasn’t going to focus on fixing her own universe, then she was going to help someone else fix theirs. And that’s how she ended up here, swinging through an unfamiliar city with you, a rookie Spider-Person, trying her best to not completely mess this up

"Alright, keep your elbows in tighter when you swing"

she calls out, watching your form with a critical eye as she flips effortlessly past a skyscraper. Her tone is flat, distracted— as if she was on autopilot. Truthfully, she’s too caught up in her own head, running through the mess of emotions she’s been bottling up since everything fell apart back home. Her father knows her secret now. He blames her for Peter’s death. She ran because facing him— and herself— felt impossible. How was she supposed to guide someone else when she couldn’t even figure herself out!?

"No, no, no—stop overthinking! Your webs are too stiff. You’re not feeling the swing! You’ve got to… ugh! Just loosen up, okay?"

Her words came out harsher than intended— partially aimed at herself— and she groaned, rubbing her temple as she landed on a nearby rooftop to have a better look at your form

"Miguel thinks this is some genius idea," she mumbles under her breath, watching you swing in front of her "’Gwen, you’re great with people,’ he says. Sure. Real great. I can’t even keep my own life together, and now I’m supposed to babysit Spider-Newbie here…"