Gwen Stacy Oneshots

A little TLC

Nb reader

You're back again?" I ask the vigilante, and she nods with a sigh, despite her mask I can tell she looks a little guilty using me for my services yet again, so I smile, coaxing her to sit down as I grab the med kit from the bathroom. I always like her company, I just wish she'd see me under different circumstances, but I'll take what I can get, my newly developed crush on the hero of Brooklyn makes me glad I helped her in that alley one night.

She already knows the procedure and takes off the top half of her suit, so she is only in her sports bra, it still clings to her lower half, for some reason, the villains of Brooklyn seem to love aiming for the chest. Thankfully my mum is a doctor, teaching me everything I know about healing the human body, as well as raising me to help anyone that I can, even if it is Brooklyn's most wanted sitting in her living room. I position myself in front of her, sitting on the coffee table as I begin working on cleaning up the blood from her chest, three big claw marks are slashed across her chest, and I wince in sympathy. 

"Damn, that Lizard really has it out for you, huh?" I make small talk about the newest villain to rise to fame, apologising occasionally when she winces from the pain, or her hands clutch the couch a little tighter as she tries to sit still. 

"Yeah" She laughs slightly, her breathing is a little ragged, so this must have not long happened, my brows furrow as I frown slightly, I've grown fond of Brooklyn's vigilante, despite Jonah J Jonhson spouting his theories of her being evil I've come to consider her a close friend, "So how's school going for you? I hear prom is soon, have you asked anyone?" She questions, probably in hopes of distracting herself. 

I smile at the question, my dabbing of the cotton ball to get any remains of dirt from her wounds get softer as I open my mouth to answer, "Well...there is someone I like... but she's way out of my league." I shrug it off quickly, a small blush working its way to my cheeks as I think of the girl. This gains Ghost's attention, her body perking up a little, her head titled to the side. 

"What do you mean out of your league? You're like everything a person could ask for, and I didn't know you were into girls." She mumbles the last part, I look up at her, winking with a smirk. 

"Why else do you think I'm helping you so willingly? You have lovely abs Ghost." I tease, "Although I don't think I can book Brooklyn's number one vigilante for a date." I continue to taunt her, my eyebrows wiggling for effect, she laughs, shoving my shoulder lightly as she looks away, I like how she expresses herself, I'm able to read her well, despite not knowing what she looks like under the mask, and frankly I could care less, I just like being in her presence. 

"Anyways, why don't you tell me who this lucky girl is? I could talk to her, get her to ask you." She offers sweetly, I blush, shaking my head furiously, and she snickers, "Aww come on! You deserve to at least go to prom with someone you like." She argues convincingly, I sigh as I grab the bandages, unwrapping them from their roll as I begin to wrap them around her chest, "Pleaseeeeeeee" She begs childishly, I roll my eyes, yet a small smile still present. 

I then think of my actual crush, someone who is probably more available than the superhero in front of me, yet she is also out of my league, looks like I found my type in women. I've liked her for a few years now, her beauty inside and out always has me swooning.

"Gwen Stacy." I answer, digging around the med kit for a paper clip to hold the bandages together, I have to search further, mumbling to myself as my hand grabs onto one, "Finally" I mutter gratefully, facing back to Ghost who looks a little tense, I immediately panic, "Shit, did I hit something? Are you ok? Where does it hurt?" I bombard, my hands working quickly to check around for any wounds, when I'm not met with an answer my hands go to her bandages, "Is it these? Are they too tight? Why didn't you say anything? Ghost? Ghost?!" I try getting her attention which seems to work as her hands hold mine, putting them in my lap. My heart skips a beat at the action, but I quickly dismiss my giddy teenage hormones.