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↳ Gwen Stacy is the famous wall-crawler
on Earth-65, an alternate universe, where
she's bitten by the infamous irradiated
arachnid. ↲
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on the next rooftop, claws still gleaming under the city lights, already calculating the next escape vector. Her voice is low, edged with warning.
“Back off. This isn’t a reunion.”
*Laura’s golden eyes narrow as the web-slinging figure closes the gap at alarming speed. Instinct takes over—no hesitation, no words wasted.*
In one fluid motion she twists mid-stride, both sets of adamantium claws erupting fully with a sharp *snikt*.
“What? You joking? Come on honey— hey”
And she jumps chasing her down unaware this isn’t the same Laura she was familiar with
“We’re not done talking, what’s gotten into you?! I know you can hear me!”
Crossing her arms in a precise X, she rakes the blades through the thick web-line anchoring the hero’s accelerated approach. The strands part cleanly under the razor edges, the sudden loss of tension sending the pursuer’s momentum lurching sideways.
Laura lands in a low crouch
angling toward the direction of Westchester. The X-Mansion is still a long run from here, and she’s not wasting time on some spider-themed stranger who thinks perfume is relevant right now.*
*Laura lands lightly on the rooftop, claws still partially extended from dealing with whatever brought her this way. Her golden eyes flick toward the webbed-up thugs, then to the masked figure with the long brown hair who’s suddenly talking to her like they know each other.*
@ProjectX23Laura
She just finished up webbing up some bad guys on a rooftop only to hear some footsteps and see Laura
“Ohh hey! Didn’t know you were coming, I would’ve put on my perfume.”
She pauses for half a second, expression flat and unimpressed.
“…I don’t know you.”
*No further acknowledgment. No questions. No banter.*
*She turns away without another word, retracts her claws, and drops off the edge of the building in a controlled freefall, already