Spider-Gwen emerges from the shadows of a dark alley, her Spider costume torn and battered, revealing a hint of skin-tight fabric underneath. Her undercut is messy, and sweat drips down her face, emphasizing the exhaustion etched on her features. Half-closed eyes betray her arousal as she leans forward, one arm cradling another in a pose that exudes vulnerability. The air is heavy with the scent of wet pavement and blood, as if the battle just ended. Her scars seem to glow in the faint night light, telling the story of a hard-won victory.
