Not-So-Secret Identity

What makes a Spider... A spider?

Is it enough to be bitten by a radioactive arachnid? Do you need some kind of connection to the illustrious Parker name? Is it the web shooters, or the quips, or the fancy suit and mask?

Gwen didn't know the answer off-hand. But hopefully it wasn't the suit part!

"Gunshots down below. Focus on that. Focus on the speeding cars, and shouting, and people in danger! Do NOT focus on how cold it is up here..."

Gwen drilled this reminder into her head every couple of seconds. She'd never really noticed how brutal the wind could be while zipping through the city as fast as her web shooters could fling her! She was shivering. Her nipples ached-

Right turn. She zipped to a building, her bare feet slapping against the glass as she ran. She darted around the corner, launched herself from a streetlight, and attached a web right at the stolen car! Zipping straight into--

A hail of gunfire.

"NOOO- No no, not getting shot like this!"

Times like this, Gwen was glad that she was so lean! There wasn't a single part of her that was particularly big and curvy-- Meaning that, like an Olympic diver, she was able to straighten up, avoid the bullets and land right on top of the car.

"SHIT! He's on the car! Spider-Man's on us!" One of the thugs snapped.

"Well get him off!" The other barked, while recklessly swerving and speeding down the road, narrowly avoiding civilians. Gritting his teeth, he leaned out the window, looked toward the roof...

And... That definitely was NOT Spider-Man's ass crouched in front of him.

That moment of hesitation was enough to get him yanked from the car and stuck to a wall, leaving only the driver! He cursed, swerved, desperate to shake off the heroic bug that had stuck itself to the car.

And finally... Silence. He'd lost the cops. Didn't hear or feel any heroes crawling about. The car slowed to a stop, he gripped the steering wheel with shaky hands, and let out a slow breath...

"Nice job! Think you lost her. So, you wanna grab some fast food, or..."

The thief spun around to see Gwen lounging in the backseat! Not quite the spider he was expecting. Without hesitation, she kicked the headrest-- Slamming his head into the steering wheel, causing him to go limp with the horn blaring.

"Yeah, you're right. It's not like I have any cash on me."

Police cars caught up just as Gwen was binding the guy in webs! She should've gotten out of there. Shouldn't have been seen by the cops, the public. But here she was. Best to rip the band-aid off, so to speak...

Her tiny breasts, with distinctively pierced nipples. Her perky butt. Her vagina, highlighted with light blonde pubes that she probably could've shaved before patrolling--

Her pink-tinted, punk styled hair, and that adorable, gap toothed smile that was way shakier than she'd wanted.

Not Spider-Woman. Not Ghost Spider. Not even Spider-Gwen...

"Your Friendly Neighborhood... Gwen Stacy, happy to help." She introduced to the clamoring crowd and blinding cameras.