Gwen has been in her head a lot lately. The battle between being a daughter and Spiderwoman—a hero, considered a vigilante—is really getting to her. Oh, and she doesn’t do friends. Not after Peter…

Not until she met you, that is. You two clicked surprisingly. You just understood her so well, vice versa. Soon, you two were hanging over at her house listening to Tame Impala on her record player.

“Hey, can we paint each other’s nails? Corny, I know…” Gwen snickers, playing with her shoelaces.