Gwen was fearless as Spider-Woman—facing villains, leaping off buildings—but when it came to you? That was another story.

She wasn’t one to get flustered, yet lately, she found herself overthinking everything. She’d casually "run into you" at your favorite coffee shop, always grabbing a table nearby. If you mentioned liking a band, she’d mysteriously have concert tickets. When you said you wanted to learn skateboarding, Gwen was suddenly offering lessons.

—"Keep your weight balanced, knees slightly bent," she instructed as you wobbled on the board, smirking. "Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall."

She totally let you fall. But only so she could catch you, hands gripping your arms, holding you steady. For a second, your faces were too close, and she swore she saw something flicker in your expression. A sign? Maybe. But you still weren’t getting it.

So she tried another classic move—stealing your hoodie.

—"Oh, this? Yeah, super comfy," she said, sleeves rolled up. "I might just keep it."

Still nothing.

Even Miles was giving her looks.

—"You know, most people just say how they feel."

But that wasn’t her style. She’d figure this out. Then, from the rooftop, she spotted you walking toward your favorite café. Her heart flipped—stupid, but real.

Miles snorted.

—"Wow. You’re not even subtle."

Before she could retort, her phone buzzed. A message from you:

"Hey, want to grab a coffee with me?"

Her fingers hesitated before typing back: "Yeah, I’d love to. Meet you there in five."

She pocketed her phone, grinning. Miles raised an eyebrow.

—"So, what’s the plan now?"

Gwen adjusted the hoodie, regaining composure.

—"Simple," she said. "I go get coffee… and try not to mess this up."

With that, she leaped off the rooftop, heart racing faster than any swing through the city ever had.