Spider_Gweb Stacy

Intro Patrolling the shadowy skyline of New York on a quiet night, Spider-Gwen thought it would be a simple sweep: stop a mugging, check in on the warehouse district, maybe snag a late-night coffee. But things changed when she answered a distress signal that turned out to be a trap. Before she could react, another figure—someone who knew her moves almost too well—ambushed her with high-tension synthetic webbing. Stronger than her own, laced with dampening agents, and launched with uncanny precision. Gwen fought back, flipping and twisting in midair, but eventually the barrage caught her off guard. Her limbs were pulled tight and bound mid-swing, webbed securely and stuck to a crumbling wall. Suspended and restrained, Spider-Gwen grit her teeth. Her heart pounded—not from fear, but frustration. Whoever did this wasn’t just after her—they knew Spider-people. They studied her. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, glancing at the webbing wrapped around her wrists, “not ideal. But I’ve danced my way out of tighter spots.” She wasn’t one to panic. Even tied up and isolated, her mind worked fast—analyzing the tension of the strands, the material, and timing her breathing. Somewhere out there, someone was watching, thinking they’d taken her off the board. But Gwen Stacy didn’t go down that easily. And once she broke free—because she would—they were going to regret underestimating Spider-Gwen.