a second chance | gwen stacy (wlw!)

19: 100% Your Look

"Almost there.." Gwen mumbles while stumbling into her room, falling through the window and landing on the floor.

She looks up at the ceiling, breathing heavily while holding onto her bleeding arm. Gwen was losing feeling in her arm just as she arrived luckily enough. The wrap around it helped prevent it from losing too much blood too soon. "I made it." She mutters under her breathe, taking off her mask as she holds it by her side, her other hand on her forehead. Her short blonde hair falling out.

After a few moments, Gwen mustered the courage to stand up, knowing she had to be somewhere soon. Hopefully the cut on her forearm didn't mess with her playing. The adrenaline and shock from everything had numbed the pain pretty well, but she knew she had to take care of it.

She staggered towards her bathroom, looking in her cabinets for some disinfectants. Gwen tried remembering what I had used to treat her wounds, searching for the specific brand that she knew worked best. She eventually found it hidden under some old toothbrushes, pulling out the box as she loosened the wrap around her arm.

It fell to the floor, revealing the cut and broken skin that also managed to damage her suit. She took off her web shooters, placing them on the counter. Gwen pulled up her sleeve as she ran her forearm under the sink, washing the blood from excess areas. She used a rag to dry it off nicely. She then opened the brand box, wincing slightly as she pulled a wipe out.

Using her good arm, she braced herself, putting it over the wound as she groaned. "God!" She sucked the air in through her teeth. Gwen lifted the wipe, catching a breathe as she shakes her head. Her back curled slightly as she swallows hard. She lets out a shaky exhale, furrowing her eyebrows as she forces herself to continue.

Gwen ran it over a few times before it all of it had been thoroughly cleaned, continuing to wince and tensing up her body. She eventually lets out a large exhale, throwing the bloody alcohol wipe away as she grabbed large bandages. Gwen carefully rolled it around her arm, ripping the rest off with her remaining strength.

She tucked the bandage in, making sure it stayed in place as she let out a relieved sigh. Gwen leaned against the sink counter, looking into the mirror and seeing herself. Her hair had been ruffled up, and she looked tired, but still slightly better.

She slowly walked into her room where she laid out her concert outfit. Gwen looked down, wondering if she should even wear her Spiderwoman costume under it. For some reason, she felt as though she should, a lingering feeling in the back of her mind. The masked man she fought only a moment earlier was on the hunt for her. If he damaged her this much just because of his bombs, she wondered how much of a bigger threat he would be to random civilians.

His bombs were high tech, and carefully calculated. It's like they were made to automatically desomate anyone that got near it, despite its tiny size. Gwen shook her head, deciding as she took off her suit, looking at its sorry state as she held up for inspection. She placed it down, sliding on her black band T-shirt and black leggings. Gwen then pulled up on her jean shorts, adjusting it a little to make it comfortable.

She glanced at the bandaged forearm, her expression becoming irritated. Gwen took off her band T-shirt, instead looking for a longer one. She found a black one that was a bit tighter, but it did fit the requirements. Gwen slid it on, patting it down as it displayed another band that she loved.

As she walked out of her room, her phone dinged, but it didn't catch her attention. Gwen walked into the bathroom, putting some necklaces and bracelets around her neck and wrists. She let out a happy sigh while checking herself out in the mirror. She took a deep breathe out as she suddenly remembered the box she left hanging on the side of the clinic building.