Peter Parker | Gwen Stacy
The tiredness, she hoped, would maybe disperse a little. Peter was still newly here coming from a pretty devastating point in his life from what she'd been able to tell. Having those feelings so deeply and freshly cut into his heart and then suddenly being thrust into this place with no sense of how or why, with so much information to take in? Yeah, that was awful. She didn't think anyone would fault him for not thinking this place was cool just yet, maybe not for a long time.
Gwen had shown up just after her second time coping with the death of a Peter Parker. She'd not been the sassy ball of sunshine she was now either. She could relate, at least in terms of coping with loss in the midst of being brought into this place.
"Yeah, he's the Kingpin of crime back home," Gwen said. "Well, he is now. The guy who was running the show before him, my dad put him in prison and then Murdock took over. I take it the guy you must know isn't bad? That's weird. Good, too."
When he spoke of the time for hate to dwindle, she smiled though there was a bit of a sadness to it. "I keep hoping so, but, it's complicated. Most people think Spider-Woman is a murderer. It's always in the papers, people graffiti it on signs and walls. I'm wanted by the police, which is also super complicated because my dad is the police captain. He tracked me down once, and had a gun pointed at my head. I had to take the mask off or he would've shot me. Now he knows the truth and that's made things a little tricky, to say the least. I don't blame anyone for it, though. It's my fault. I set a situation up that made me look like I was the guilty party so the victim wouldn't be viewed as a monster. And that spiraled everything out of control."