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Spider-Gwen (Marvel) Pt.1

Spider-Gwen

Marvel

Non-Lemon

My creative process is an out of control freight train filled with gravy and explosives, so sorry if this is a little offbeat.

The Daily Bugle printed your name in frantic types.

"Soul Stealer Strikes Again!"

You were no stranger to negative publicity, as your profession was less than charitable.

"Drug Dealers Left Hollow Husks!"

The Daily Bugle has a certain way of making you seem extra evil.

"Wanted Fugitives Found In Hollow Graves, With No Souls!"

I suppose I should elaborate on your current situation.

You were a mutant, such as the X-Men and Brotherhood Of Mutants, with the uncanny ability to steal souls.

A grisly power yours was, to literally tear a person's life essence from their body and leave them as shriveled husks.

You were, understandably, vilified by any who learned of your powers, and took to a life of villainy to both earn an income and assert your rage on those that outcasted you.

You had just cornered a con artist who owed you money in an abandoned warehouse, your evil power glowing from your hands with a purple hue.

Con: P-Please! I can pay you! Just give me more time!

You: Your time...

You raised your hand at the con.

You: Is up.

You pulled the con's soul from his body, his screams of anguish lowering in volume as you took his life from him.

After a moment, the con was a grey, boney shell on the floor.

You reached into the con's jacket and took the money he owed you with interest.

You: Never a dull night.

A voice rang out from the rafters above.

Voice: Yeah, really.

You swung around to see who's voice you heard.

You: Show yourself cretin!

Voice: And make it easy for you to suck out my soul? You bad guys gotta get better at negotiating.

You: I don't negotiate with cowards.

Voice: Ouch.

You heard a thwip of spider web above you.

You: I see...the famous spider has come to catch another prey in it's nest.

Voice: Your voice is funny, say more words.

You: I'm afraid that my schedule is full, perhaps we can talk at a later time?

You took your business card from your jacket and laid it on top of a nearby crate, turning for the door.

You: Have a splendid evening.

You felt a web grab your wrist and pull you back into a stack of crates.

A figure clad in white, black, and purple jumped down in front of you.

Voice: What kind of Villain has a business card?

You stood up, dusting yourself off.

You: It's polite to leave one.

Voice: Alright, dice were being 'polite' I'm Spider Woman and your under arrest.