<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/db3d01a8-cf1c-4247-9a10-91f5052fefae_zpsx7b2ekpb.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Gwendolyne Stacy<br/><strong>Alias:</strong><del>Venom</del>Spider-Girl<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>14:15 AM, May 19th, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City, Times Square/The Baxter Building<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Widow, Sunpyre, Ghost Rider, Iron Fist, DarkHawk<br/><hr/>It really was funny, when Gwen thought about it. The more things seemed different, the more they seemed exactly the same. Doesn't matter how much of an unusual time difference there was between her Earth and this one, or how history had split off in different directions, people were still . . . people. As Gwen looked up from where she was leaning against a wall outside of the Times Square Starbucks, lovingly sipping at her hot chocolate, she observed a sudden crush of traffic as locals and tourists both fled from the direction of the iconic Baxter Building. Unsurprisingly, there were more than a few cries of things like 'Mutie!' and 'Freak!' with the calls for police. Really, it felt just like her personal NYC already.<br/><br/>With only a slight flinch at the temperature she knocked back the remainder of her hot chocolate and tossed it unerringly into a nearby trashcan, before pulling her hood low over her features and walking against the crowd. A wave of people rushed by and rather than a girl in skinny darkwash jeans and a gray hoodie, there was a lean, athletic-looking woman in a skintight costume of black and white, a hood pulled over a Spider-Man-like mask (Not that there was ANYTHING manly about this spider!). A flick of the wrist and<del>Venom</del>Spider-Girl was in the air, webslinging across the street until in a feat of aerial acrobatics she landed perched on all-fours on top of a nearby police car, letting out a low whistle as she blatently leaned to the side and looked over at the pretty (and probably homicidal) mutant.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, since when do Wolverines come with two X chromosomes? Wait, maybe I can communicate with her in her native tongue . . uh . . Snickt? Bub? Gretzky?"</strong>Hey, all proper spider-people should throw out one-liners and lousy jokes. That's basically a multiversal truth! . . That was Gwen's story and she was sticking to it. For lack of any better options though, and true to (probably unwisely) impulsive form, both of her hands snapped up to shoot small 'bullet's of webbing in an attempt to stick X-23's arms to . . well . . anything. Her torso, the doorframe, really as long as the wild girl was webbed SOMEHOW Gwen would be happy. Being stabbed by a pretty version of Wolverine would still be BEING STABBED, and Gwen had a mild allergy to stabbings.