I know - probably note the smartest idea to start another story when I have so many things I'm wanting/needing to write. That said, I really love the concept of a Spider Gwen and as my writing has been on and off, maybe this will give me a bit of inspiration to get back on some of my other projects as well.
No writing - no matter what form: roleplay, fanfiction, personal stories - is a waste. It all continues to improve one's skills. Not to mention a great outlet.

Spiderverse 0919 is an alternative universe where it was Gwen Stacy who got bitten by a radioactive spider instead of Peter Parker. There are several alterations in published history with a Spider Gwen/Spiderwoman: Earth-65, Into the Spiderverse. This pulls a bit of information from those to bring you Universe 0919.

Rating is M for romance, some violence, themes - nothing explicit or gory but I'm one to err on the side of caution.

I hope you enjoy ~

Spiderman, Into the Spiderverse, and all other canon characters are copyright Marvel Entertainment, LLC.

Chapter 1

Though nighttime the city was not at a loss for light. The City That Never Sleeps was lit up with billboard signs, street lights, electronic advertising screens, and a million other lights. The lights stretched out into the suburbs and even further along the coast. Home to over eight and a half million people, there was not a moment that passed that there weren't people on the street or some crime being committed.

It was near impossible to be at every crime and that was something Gwen was still trying to come to terms with. She couldn't be everywhere at once and she couldn't beat herself into the ground trying. There were police for a reason and though she helped where she could, she couldn't do it all. Some days it was easier for her to reconcile than others. But tonight, she wasn't too worried about it."

Perched upon a current skyscraper, the young woman peered out into the darkness, taking a momentary breather before she would start swinging through the streets again looking for trouble.

Having been bitten by a radioactive spider in her junior year, Gwen Stacy found herself with extraordinary powers. A gift almost. Though there were some days she felt it was more of a curse. But gift, curse, or whatever one wanted to look at it, she had been granted an opportunity. A way to help.

Having been raised by a police officer and losing her mother at a young age, Gwen had a strong sense of justice. And she couldn't stand by and do nothing when abilities like this was given. It was like her boyfriend's uncle always said – "With great power, comes great responsibility." Granted, he had been talking about something else and neither he nor Peter knew about her secret identity but still, the quote resonated with her. Perhaps there had been a reason she had been bitten. God, fate, chance – whatever one wanted to call it, she had been given something. And she was not going to waste it.

Sirens caught her eye and Gwen straightened. Time to get back to work. Pulling her mask down and her hood up, Gwen fired a strand of thread toward another building and jumped.

There was a sense of exhilaration mixed with anticipation when one fell off a building. Almost like the drop in your stomach when the rollercoaster shot downward on the railing. Despite her doing this for a few years, that feeling never seemed to leave Gwen. And she loved it. The adrenaline rush, the thrill of the wind pulling at her as she zipped through the streets of New York City. Face it: she couldn't give this up even if she wanted to.

The sirens grew louder as she zipped on ahead as did what they were responding to. Flames shot out the windows as a crowd gathered below. A fire truck had already shown up with a couple more heading there way.

"Anita?!" A woman's cry sounded over the racket of the night. "Has anyone see my baby? Did she get out?"

Gwen could see the woman move toward the building where she was stopped by a firefighter.

"No one is allowed back in there. It's unstable."

"But Anita."

Gwen dropped to the ground beside them, ignoring the gasps of surprise around her. The murmurs, the awe.

"Which floor do you live on?" She asked.

"Seventh." The woman replied. She grasped Gwen's arm. "Please. She's only eight."

"Don't worry. I'll get her."

"Hold up, even you can't go in there." The firefighter said, a bit of concern evident. "The place is falling apart inside."

"Better I get moving then." Gwen didn't wait for a reply before shooting a web to the opposite side of the street and zipping up. She took a glance at the windows on the seventh floor, judging which would be the most hospitable to go in. Finding the one she felt would cause the least trouble she shot a line across and swung over, feet first. She had learned the hard way that even if the windows looked broken, there could be pieces of glass here and there. This way, her shoes would clear a path for her.

The entire room hadn't been engulfed yet but it was only a matter of time. Quickly moving through the small kitchen, Gwen headed through the doorway, straining for the sound of a child. She hated burning buildings. Every part of her being tingled with danger as flames danced around her. The fireman was right – the building was coming down inside and it was only due to her spider-sense and her agility that she managed to avoid some falling timbers.

"Anita?" She called.

The smoke was thick but her mask kept most of it out. Moving quickly, Gwen once again thought how nice it would be to have something like heat vision goggles or some form of method to track someone. Not that it would help here. The whole place was one big heat signature.

"Anita?"

Gwen ducked through a burning doorway, the heat and smoke starting to get to her. Her suit didn't catch fire – yet – but that was probably due to the slight flame retardant she had coated it with some time back. Being a science geek did have its benefits.

Hearing something, Gwen dashed down another hallway and into a room. The bed, the curtains were all engulfed. Straining, she could hear the sound of crying behind the closed door of a closet.

Why did they always hide in closets? Did they feel it was safer?

It was probably a good thing the child hid there. The closed door would have provided just a bit more protection against the smoke and flames though honestly not much.

Opening it, Gwen saw the young girl hunched down.

"Hey," she said softly. "Shh. I got you. I got you." She pulled the girl close as the clothes above them caught.

Quickly backflipping, Gwen was grateful for the extra strength that was part of who she was. Carrying about 25kg or 55 pounds was not something easily done when one was trying to quickly backtrack away from a fire. Especially, flipping. But she managed, holding the girl to her body.

"Hang in there," she said even as the smoke started to get too much for both of them. Using her arm to somewhat protect the child, Gwen fired a thread out through the window, and yanked them both out past the flames.

The girl screamed as they soured through the air, doing a slight swing around before Gwen landed down back on the ground outside the building. The sound of beams breaking and crumbling sounded loudly as another portion of the building collapsed.

"Anita!" the woman ran forward as Gwen let the girl go.

The girl ran forward and the two embraced. The mother pulled her daughter in, hugging her tightly. Gwen couldn't help a smile. This was what she liked. Keeping people safe. Reuniting families. Her momentary pleasure was broken when a voice cried out.

"Hold right there," a cop said, drawing his weapon. He approached her cautiously, wary.

"Really man? Can't you see she just saved this kid's life?" A firefighter – a different one than before – moved slightly forward. "She's a hero."

"She's wanted. Hero or not, she's got a warrant out." The officer didn't seem overly pleased about the situation but it was apparent he was loyal to his duty. Gwen didn't fault him. But neither was she going to give him what he wanted.

"Perhaps some other day," she said, firing a web toward a building. She knew the man wasn't going to shoot her right there and then. Not with a mother and child right behind her. Unless he was stupid. Either way, she wasn't sticking around. "Give my love to Captain Stacy," she said before swinging away.

It was well known that Captain George Stacy was responsible for leading the task force to bring in the "vigilante" hero. Him and the police chief were the key ones responsible for wanting her arrested. For despite the good she was doing, they just could not let a vigilante stand. Law and justice was in the hands of the police and the courts. Not some masked individual. At least that was the rhetoric that they put out. Not that Gwen ever played judge and executioner. But the fact she did catch criminals didn't help. Nor did the continual bad publicity that J. Jonah Jameson with Bugle Entertainment put out. Not everyone believed the lies but there were still many who thought she was a 'menace'.

So it was a continual cat and mouse chase. In between fighting crime, rescuing helpless individuals, Gwen also had the joy of evading the police – and specifically a specialized task force with the sole intent to bring her in. Led by, Captain George Stacy, a brilliant officer of twenty years, with a stunning record, and her own father.

The irony. If he or anyone else realized that the same masked vigilante that swung around the city was the sweet, straight A, Gwendolyn Stacy, they would probably never believe it. Gwen often wondered if her father would take her seriously if she even confessed it to him. Granted, she didn't seem to come off as a web-slinging, villain capturing, vigilante so he might not. That and she doubted he could ever see her more than his little girl who needed protection despite the fact she was a young woman more than capable of taking care of herself.

In a way it was sweet. And she loved him for it. But at the same time, it was also difficult. Spiderwoman aside, she wasn't a child anymore.

Swinging up to a peak of a building, Gwen paused a moment. She brushed her hood back and removed her white mask. Her golden hair now free to be tugged by the light wind. She ran a hand through it and sighed.

There were days she wished she could tell her father what she did. Who she was. After her mother died, it had been just the two of them for so long. And her relationship with him had been a lot closer than most girls had during their teen years. Granted, she had given him grief – probably still did (aside from the Spiderwoman aspect) – but they were all each other had for so long. And to keep this from him was difficult. Heartwrenching almost.

No one knew her secret. Not her dad. Not her boyfriend. Most definitely not her best friend Olivia. None of her other friends were that close – Mary Jane, Betty, or Glory. It was a secret she held tightly. Afraid of what the others might think. And afraid that somewhere, somehow it will slip and some enemy would use them to get to her. And she could never let that happen.

So, she would continue to keep it. To let it weigh on her. It wasn't all bad. But sometimes it did get weary.

Closing her eyes, Gwen inhaled, taking in the smells of the city. She caught a hint of rain in the air. The smell was a bit soothing and solidified turning in for the evening. She had classes tomorrow, a paper to write, and work. The life of Gwen Stacy went on whether she had time or not. And it was a delicate balance that she had to maintain. To protect, use her gift and stop crime yet at the same time understand she can't do everything and she can't let her life as Gwen completely derail. She had to work to eat and pay bills, had to study to get her degree – something that she did love almost as much as being Spiderwoman – had to interact a bit with her friends. Had to have a bit of personal time. Otherwise, she'd burn out.

Not to mention, it would be easier for people to imagine Gwen as Spiderwoman if she started to become more mysterious, dropping her classes and never showing up for anything. It was a risk she couldn't allow.

With another sigh, she replaced her mask and hood before dropping down off the building. She had a way to go to get home and she would like to beat the rain.