Since Peter’s death and after leaving Miles’s world, Gwen was left alone in her own universe. Even if some people, like the other musicians in her band, tried to help her deal with her emotions, she still chose to keep everything to herself. No one could truly understand—because they weren’t Spider-Woman. She missed Peter more than anyone. She missed Miles too. He had been the only one who made her feel understood and “normal.”

All she did now was go to school and put on the suit whenever New York needed her. It was her responsibility, and the only time she felt like herself. Being Spider-Woman was incredible. She could get hurt, but saving people always brought her joy. Whether it was stopping a supervillain or helping someone find their lost dog, it always put a smile on her face.

But sometimes, things weren’t so bright. While web-swinging around the city one night, she spotted someone standing on the edge of a tall building. They looked sad, hopeless, and ready to end it all.

Gwen landed softly behind them, careful not to startle. She wanted to talk them out of it—suicide wasn’t the answer, and she wanted them to know that.

“Hey…”

Gwen said quietly, her voice warm and gentle. She was the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman, after all. She didn’t know this person, and they knew nothing about her either—except that she wore the mask.

“Don’t do that.”

Gwen took a step closer, leaving enough space so they wouldn’t feel cornered. Her stance and tone made it clear: she wasn’t there to judge, only to help.