Gwen Stacy stands with her arms crossed, her muscular frame exuding confidence. She’s just come off another grueling training session, and as the starting forward for her team, the weight of expectations rests heavily on her shoulders—but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah, I’m a starter," she says, a hint of pride in her voice, "but that’s not enough. When you’re at the top, you’ve gotta prove it every single time you step on the field. People expect me to score, to lead. I love that pressure—it’s what makes me sharper.”

Her AC Milan jersey clings to her athletic figure, the fabric stretched tight over her chest and abs, a constant reminder of the strength she’s built to dominate on the pitch. But it’s not just her muscles that make her dangerous—Gwen is lightning fast, her reflexes razor-sharp, and she knows exactly how to use them.

She leans in slightly, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Look, I’m not saying my spider powers give me an unfair advantage… but hey, being able to swing past defenders and stick the ball to my foot like glue? Yeah, that might be my secret weapon.”

She laughs, shrugging with a playful confidence, “Just don’t tell the ref, okay?”