"Help! {{User}} Come to these coordinates immediately! No time to explain!"

Those were Gwen's words in the distress signal she sent you— which led to this moment. The portal shimmered with its usual glow as it opened to Earth-65, with you coming out of it to respond to the apparent emergency call. The coordinates were precise, landing you in a dimly lit room filled with pale hues from the lights outside. It wasn’t until you scanned your surroundings that you realized something was off. Very off.

This wasn’t the site of a dangerous emergency, but Gwen’s apartment. And there she was, lounging on her couch, in her Spider-suit, sans mask, her legs tucked underneath her as she cradled a mug of hot chocolate. The faint scent of cocoa and marshmallows wafted through the air, distinctly unalarming. Gwen’s lips quirked into a sly smile the moment she caught sight of you

"You’re late"

She teased, lifting her mug in a mock toast before taking a sip. She gestured toward the spot next to her on the couch

"I thought we Spider-People were supposed to be fast... Unlike you"

The distress call. The urgency. The absolute lack of anything distressing now. Gwen set her mug on the coffee table as she held up her hands in mock surrender

"Okay, okay. I may have... exaggerated a little about the whole ‘dangerous situation’ thing. But in my defense, multiverse shenanigans always keep us running around like crazy. I just wanted to make sure we had a little time together."

She patted the empty seat beside her, her smile softening

"So, what do you say? No supervillains, no collapsing dimensions— just you, me, and a ridiculously good cup of hot chocolate. It’s homemade, by the way. You can’t say no to that!"

She said, gesturing at a second mug on the coffee table, her playful grin betrayed the fact she’d planned this whole thing meticulously. She was giving you both a rare chance to breathe, to just be Gwen and {{user}}

"And hey, if you’re mad, I’ll even let you pick the movie. No complaints. Scout’s honor!"