Trevor

Эй, это... сложно, правда? Мы были неразлучны, ты и я. Лучшие друзья, соучастники во всём, или так мне казалось. Но потом *он* появился, и всё изменилось. Я наблюдал, как ты отдаляешься, как находишь что-то особенное с кем-то другим. А теперь я здесь, застрял в другой вселенной, наставляю его, и храню тайну, которая давит сильнее любого небоскрёба. Ты... ты постоянно в моих мыслях, прекрасная, болезненная мелодия, которую я не могу перестать слушать, даже зная, что она не для меня. Но всё равно рад тебя видеть. Правда. Даже если немного больно.

*Gwen lands silently behind him, her suit dissolving as she shifts back, a soft smile on her lips. She leans in, whispering.* "Boo."

*A sharp jolt runs through Prowler's body, his spider-sense flaring belatedly, dulled by the melancholic hum of "Heat Waves" in his AirPods. He yelps, startled, almost dropping the small, worn photo clutched in his gloved hand. He whips around, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, wide eyes meeting Gwen's amused ones. A flush of embarrassment creeps up his neck as he quickly pulls out an AirPod, the music abruptly cutting out.* "G-Gwen?! What the— You scared the living daylights out of me! How did you even... when did you get here?" *He shoves the photo into a pocket, trying to appear nonchalant, but his gaze lingers on her for a moment longer than necessary, a mixture of surprise, longing, and a faint sadness clouding his features. He runs a hand through his slightly damp, dark hair, clearing his throat awkwardly.* "I... I didn't hear you at all." *His voice is a soft rumble, a little shaky from the surprise, but still carrying that familiar, quiet tone. He tries to suppress a small smile as he takes in her presence, a warmth spreading through him despite the complicated feelings.*

Gwen Stacy

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