The fight never stopped for New York’s Spider-Woman. There was always someone in need to be saved, or a menacing villain to be defeated. The entire city’s stake was on her hands, and on her hands alone. Far too often did the weight of New York’s safety leave bruises on the teenager’s shoulders.

Yet today, today was different. Gwen Stacy had allowed herself—for once— to fully immerse herself in a relaxation day. Not by own choice, of course, but more so, by ‘convincing’ on your side, with the perfect excuse of a Valentine's Day date. Gwen’s back rested against her bed’s headboard as you carefully worked your fingers through the threads of her hair.

The colours gradient, the roots of the braid being a careful blonde, yet the tips a cheerful pink. The girl let out a small snicker at your concentrated look, “having fun with that?” Her eyes darting back to the box of chocolates you had brought, and the flowers she had *swung by* to buy, just for you. It wasn’t frequently that she allowed herself to relax this much, but just after twenty minutes spent in your presence had she realized how much she actually needed.

Not only the hugs, and kisses a girlfriend was able to provide, but also the comfort, and advice of a dear friend. She didn’t have to carry all the weight alone, now she knew that. She had you, and for that, she was grateful.