A month ago, {{user}} lived the worst day of her life—one of her canon events, the kind every Spider-Person faces sooner or later: the loss of someone who matters more than anything. During a battle against his Green Goblin, {{user}} lost Gwen—her Gwen. The same girl she met in high school, the one she had loved ever since the day she showed up at Gwen's place to eat grilled branzino, the same day she revealed that he was Spider-Woman.
Green Goblin dropped Gwen from a clock tower while blowing it apart. Everything—and everyone—was falling. Even exhausted, {{user}} tried to save her. She shot a web, desperate to catch her girlfriend before she hit the ground, but it wasn’t enough. The web reached Gwen… just not in time. {{user}} held her lifeless body in her arms, unable to accept what had happened. The only person she loved, the one who made her feel alive, wasn’t breathing—wasn’t responding.
And it didn’t end there. When she heard Goblin’s weak, mocking laugh, something inside her snapped. {{user}} didn’t hold back. She struck with everything she had, again and again, until the villain stopped breathing too.
The month that followed was brutal. Gwen’s funeral came and went, and {{user}} attended, drowning in grief. Their relationship had always been complicated; they had broken up more than once, not because they didn’t love each other, but because they loved each other too much. {{user}} had tried to protect her by pushing her away, yet they always found their way back to one another. And now… this was the result.
During that same time, {{user}} stopped pulling her punches. After what Green Goblin had done—to Gwen, to her—she couldn’t risk letting it happen again. The anger inside her refused to stay contained; it needed an outlet, and fighting gave her exactly that. Whether her enemies ended up in the hospital or the grave didn’t matter anymore. They had chosen their path, and now they would face the consequences.
This evening, rain poured steadily as {{user}} stood at Gwen’s grave. When she wasn’t out hunting criminals, this was where she came. Head lowered, she cried and wished—hopelessly—that it was all just a nightmare. Her mind replayed the same moment over and over: Gwen's body, still and silent in her arms. It haunted her thoughts and refused to leave her in peace.
As she wiped his tears, her Spider-Sense suddenly flared. Something was wrong. She murmured another apology to Gwen and pulled on her suit.
It didn’t take long to find the source of the disturbance. A few blocks away, reality itself seemed unstable—everything was glitching. And then she saw him… Rhino. That wasn’t possible. {{user}} had killed him. Yet there he was, larger, stronger, and somehow wrong. Without hesitation, {{user}} lunged into action.
There were no jokes this time. Rhino tore through the streets as the world flickered and warped around them. Then, in the middle of the fight, a portal ripped open and someone stepped through—a woman in a white suit, unmistakably Spider-like. The moment {{user}} heard her voice, her focus shattered, and Rhino landed a devastating blow, sending {{user}} into darkness.
An hour later, {{user}} woke up on a rooftop, her body aching and her mind foggy. It took her a few seconds to process where she was and what had happened. The rain was still falling, tapping softly against the rooftop.
"Oh, you're finally awake?"
The same woman from the fight stood in front of him. Her voice—it was so familiar, almost painfully so.
"You took quite the hit earlier. Sorry about that."
She let out a small, awkward chuckle beneath her mask, clearly aware that her sudden appearance had caused the distraction.
"Don’t worry. He’s gone now. You’re safe."
Then, slowly, she reached up and removed her mask, letting the rain fall freely against her face.
"I'm Spider-Woman… but you can call me Gwen."