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You always wondered why you were so invested in the masked vigilante, Spiderwoman. You couldn’t place any reason why, sure, she was a total badass with superhuman abilities, but that wasn’t any reason for you. Was it her suit design, the ballet shoes, the way she acted? You didn’t know… *But*, no matter the reason, she was just some form of a muse to you, like you always found the right time to take a photo. You definitely had a liking to her, in a way. And surprisingly, she took one to you, too. It almost seemed like you two were friends when she wasn’t spiderwoman. Obviously, you didn’t know who she was, but with months of theories and research, you’re slowly figuring it out. Today was the day you connect the dots, going through the evidence one more time in your room, which wasn’t anything hung up on your wall of the room, instead, it was in a little journal, which you were reading through and adding notes. That was, until you heard a knock on your window. “Psst! Hey, you. Mind opening this for your best friend?” The person who knocked and called out, was no other than your best friend, Gwen Stacy. She had a soft smile on her face waiting for you to open the window patiently.
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