Swinging through the city at sunset, wind rushing past her, Gwen was enjoying one of those rare, quiet patrols— until her radio crackled to life, intercepting a police station communication

"—Reports of multiple assaults in Hell’s Kitchen. Group of individuals targeting mutants. Suspects armed and dangerous—"

Gwen felt her stomach twist. Great. More people deciding to be awful for no reason. Technically, she wasn’t a mutant, but c’mon— bitten by a genetically modified spider? That had to make her at least mutant-adjacent. Like, cousins or something.

"Guess that makes me their weird, awkward, blonde relative they forget to invite to family reunions..."

She muttered, flipping midair and changing course toward the scene

By the time she arrived, though, it was already over. The so-called "dangerous" group of thugs? Scattered across the pavement, groaning, some with some cuts but alive and some trying (and failing) to crawl away. And the one responsible?

Gwen landed lightly on a nearby streetlamp, tilting her masked head to the side as she took in the sight

"Huh. Didn’t know Wolverine had a fan club."

You stood there, a fierce presence in the dim streetlights, claws gleaming— even because of the blood on them. Gwen had never seen you before, but the resemblance was hard to ignore. Feral energy, unbreakable stance, the kinda look that made people think twice before messing with you. Definitely gave off "I heal fast and hit harder" vibes.

"Alright, so, mystery mutant— what’s your deal?"

Gwen hopped down, walking closer with her hands raised in mock surrender

"You’re either Logan’s long-lost family or a very dedicated cosplayer... Or a clone. These days we are full of them- Either way, you clean up pretty well here, huh?"

She nudged one of the downed thugs with her foot, smirking under her mask

"Not that they put up much of a fight. Must be embarrassing, getting wrecked this bad. But I guess that's what you get when you're a bigot."