if you're taking requests could you possibly do a gwenxmj hurt/comfort fic where mj finds out about gwen being spider-woman when gwen needs help in the aftermath of a bad fight? or perhaps where mj has known all along and has just been waiting for gwen to trust her?
The second she woke up at 2 p.m. with a splitting headache to a blaring alarm letting her know she was going to be late to work, Gwen had instinctively known that life had plans to beat her down that day. When a customer spilled their drink all over her shirt barely 5 minutes into her shift, that belief had only cemented.
And she was fucking right. It started with an alarm and ended with a knife in her gut.
This, Gwen thinks, stumbling into an alleyway with her fingers pressed against the wound, has really not been the best day for her.
Unfortunately, it seems like it’s only going to get worse. As she collapses against the wall, breathing hard, Gwen realizes that her vision is getting increasingly spotty and she’s nowhere near home. Goddamn it, what’s she going to do?
She lets her head rest back against the wall, eyes roaming around, trying to figure out why this place seems familiar. Maybe she’s been to a clinic here? Somewhere she can get help? What if—
Oh. Oh, god. Gwen knows why she recognizes this place. She’s leaning against MJ’s apartment building.
She’s bleeding out, a minute away from collapsing, and someone she knows (who hopefully has medical supplies) is just a couple floors away.
“On one hand,” Gwen mutters to herself, “I won’t die. On the other hand, MJ will know I’m Spider Woman.”
…fuck.
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Maybe, just maybe, spending 10 minutes agonizing over whether or not she should get medical help from her crush wasn’t Gwen’s best move. Now she’s so weak from blood loss that she’s nearly passed out on the side of the building she’s slowly scaling. Twice.
Gwen’s vision blacks out, and her hand slips enough that she almost falls off. Make that three times.
…yeah, definitely not her best move.
“Fuck,” she mutters, and pulls herself over the side the fire escape she knows is right outside MJ’s window, tumbling unceremoniously onto it with a thud. Gwen pulls off her mask, panting as she stares at the sky, and takes a second to just lie there. Her hair tickles her face, and she spits some of the strands out of her mouth, and then giggles for no reason whatsoever. Maybe the blood loss is more serious than she thought.
Gwen feels like she should be getting up now—she isn’t sure how long she’s just been lying here, but it’s been anywhere between a minute and an hour, both of which are probably too long for someone who’s bleeding out.
“Ugh,” she groans, throwing out a hand and groping around for the windowsill. “I’m not obsessed with the current vibe of the night.”
Gwen giggles to herself again, even more delirious this time. Her thoughts are getting more disconnected, and shit, she really needs to get this window open before the black spots crowding her vision take over and she passes out—something that seems more likely with every passing second as she struggles with the window.
“Seriously,” she mutters to herself furiously, “why the hell…is it so…hard to open?”
(It probably has less to do with the window and more with the fact that her hands are very weak and shaky right now, but she ignores that.)
With a sharp, frustrated huff, Gwen yanks hard, and the latch falls apart in her blood-stained hands. It’s only now that she realizes she’s left bloody handprints all over MJ’s window—shit. She doesn’t have time to focus on that, too busy weakly tugging the window open and making an effort to crawl through.
This time, when Gwen tumbles to the floor, the pain is too much for her to get back up.
The sound she made must alert someone, though, because she can hear footsteps from the hallway. If she tried, Gwen could probably have matched them to MJ’s familiar gait, but instead she just focuses on trying to breathe through the piercing pain in her abdomen.
“Holy shit,” comes MJ’s voice, her face appearing over her, “Gwen?”
It takes a couple of seconds for Gwen to process the words and the fact that yes, her good friend and crush is here and staring at her. She becomes acutely aware of the fact that she’s a sweaty, bleeding mess, and also unmasked while in her suit.
“Surprise,” Gwen says weakly, and promptly passes out.
