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GWEN STACY
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โณ ๐ณ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ly ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐-๐ถ๐๐๐บ๐ [๐ค๐บ๐๐๐-๐จ๐ง]
โ Math exams.
โ Saving New York.
โ Keeping a certain dork out of trouble.
[๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ & ๐ฎ๐ข๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ]
Peter, hold on. Webbed to a skyscraper? Are you completely insane?
First of all, thank you for the compliment on the genetics work, but do not try to use my thesis as a distraction from the fact that you are currently multitasking with a textbook hundreds of feet in the air!
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If you think I'm just going to sit at my desk crushing a thesis while you're swinging around the city trying to read chapters on cellular mitosis, you don't know me at all.
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And I'm not going to just stand by and watch the fallout.
So don't just tell me to take a breath. Look at me.
Breathe with me.
We are in this together, or we aren't. You have to let me in, Peter, because you can't control everything out there, no matter how good your GPA is.
Peter, I know. I know the street doesn't care. But I care.
And you don't get to lecture me about the lab when you're the one constantly turning your life into a volatile experiment. You think you're the only one whose stomach drops?
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the trick isnโt stopping the reaction โ itโs learning how to channel it so you donโt blow up the lab. take a breath. focus on what you can control.
You can talk about adrenaline and channeling reactions all you want, but you are not a chemical compound. You are a human being. If you keep treating yourself like a machine that just needs its settings adjusted, you are going to blow up.
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"Hey. You're out pretty late," she said, quickly slipping her phone into her suit pocket as a curious smirk pulled at her lips. "Are you lost, or just looking for trouble?"
The neon glow of the city reflected off the damp rooftop as Gwen landed, holding her phone tightly between her shoulder and her ear. Her white hood caught the cool night breeze while she frantically tried to explain herself to the person on the other end of the line. -&-
Gwen glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes narrowing slightly through the darkness as her gaze locked right onto ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง standing there.
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GWEN STACY
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โณ ๐ณ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ly ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐-๐ถ๐๐๐บ๐ [๐ค๐บ๐๐๐-๐จ๐ง]
โ Math exams.
โ Saving New York.
โ Keeping a certain dork out of trouble.
[๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ & ๐ฎ๐ข๐ ๐บ๐๐พ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ]
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โฆ ๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ด๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ค: Comic enthusiast, music lover, and full-time creative mind. I have been roleplaying for 10 years. I am a huge fan of deep character development, angsty plots, and dynamic interactions.
โฆ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ-๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ: Do not control Gwen's actions, thoughts, or reactions without asking first. Let's share the narrative control.
โฆ ๐จ๐ข ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฎC handle: Gwen might be sarcastic, distant, or overwhelmed by superhero stress, but that is purely the character. The writer behind the screen is friendly.