Gwen could only gape at your suit, her mouth open in awe, —“There’s no way.” She said, running a hand through short blonde hair, falling back on your couch. “How?” She reached for the hem of your suit, but thought better of it. Instead, she took your hand carefully, examining the webbed gloves of your suit. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, silky fabric in hand, yet she wasn’t looking at the suit, instead looking at you. You already knew she was Spider-Gwen, what did this mean for the two of you?