Through the Webs of the Night / Gwen Stacy x Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader
Gwen Stacy, also known as Spider-Woman, takes her younger sibling, Y/n on their first patrol through New York City. While Y/n is eager to prove themselves, their inexperience quickly shows as they struggle to keep up with Gwen.
Warnings: None. Sibling fluff.
A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!
The moon hung high above New York City, its silvery light glinting off the glossy skyscrapers and shadowed alleyways. Gwen Stacy, dressed in her black and white Spider-Woman suit, perched on the edge of a towering building, her web-shooters primed. Beside her stood her younger sibling, Y/n Stacy, wearing a makeshift suit Gwen had patched together from old gear.
“You ready for this, rookie?” Gwen teased, flashing a grin beneath her mask.
Y/n adjusted their gloves nervously, the faint tremor in their voice betraying their excitement. “Ready as I’ll ever be. What’s the plan?”
Gwen pointed to the streets below. “We start with a sweep of downtown. Word on the web is there’s been a string of break-ins near Chinatown. Then we check out Hell’s Kitchen. Simple enough, right?”
“Yeah, sure. Simple.” Y/n’s voice cracked slightly, earning a chuckle from Gwen.
She shot a web toward a nearby crane. “Follow my lead, and keep up!” With a leap, she launched herself into the night, swinging gracefully between buildings.
Y/n hesitated for a heartbeat before following, their movements less fluid but determined.
“Not bad for your first swing!” Gwen called over her shoulder.
“Not bad? I’m amazing!” Y/n whooped, narrowly dodging a billboard as they wove through the cityscape.
The siblings landed quietly on a rooftop overlooking a quiet street. Gwen crouched, scanning the scene below. “See that?” She pointed to a trio of figures trying to jimmy open the back door of a jewelry store.
Y/n nodded. “Three of them. What’s the move?”
“Stay up here and watch my back,” Gwen said firmly. “I’ll handle this.”
“Wait, no way! I want in!”
“Y/n, you’re not ready yet,” Gwen argued, her tone firm but protective.
Y/n crossed their arms. “I’ve been training with you for weeks, Gwen. I can do this.”
Gwen sighed, relenting. “Fine. But stick close and don’t do anything reckless.”
With a nod, the two descended silently, landing behind the unsuspecting thieves. Gwen struck first, webbing one of them to the wall in a single fluid motion. Y/n followed suit, clumsily firing a web that partially wrapped around another thief’s arm.
“Uh, little help here?” Y/n called as the thief yanked free and charged at them.
Gwen sprang into action, delivering a swift kick that sent the thief sprawling. “Nice try, but maybe work on your aim.”
The third thief bolted down the alley, but Gwen and Y/n were faster. With a synchronized leap, they cornered him, Gwen’s web pinning him to the ground.
Later, as the two swung back toward Midtown, the adrenaline rush began to fade. Gwen noticed Y/n lagging slightly, their swings less enthusiastic.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked, landing on a rooftop to give them a moment to catch their breath.
Y/n plopped down beside her, leaning heavily against her shoulder. “Yeah, just… tired. That was a lot.”
Gwen smirked, wrapping an arm around them. “Welcome to the life, rookie. It’s not all swinging and quips, you know.”
“I noticed,” Y/n mumbled, their eyes drooping.
Within minutes, Y/n’s breathing evened out as they dozed off against Gwen’s shoulder. She sighed, glancing down at their peaceful face.
“Guess I’m carrying you home,” she muttered affectionately. Carefully, she secured Y/n with her webbing before slinging them over her back.
As she swung through the city, Gwen felt a pang of protectiveness surge in her chest. The world was dangerous enough for someone like her—she wasn’t about to let her sibling face it alone.
“Sleep tight, kid,” she whispered as the city lights blurred beneath them.
The wind rushed past Gwen’s face as she swung through the shimmering streets of New York City, her younger sibling Y/n still slumped against her back. Their makeshift suit looked a little awkward now, rumpled from the evening’s activities, but Gwen couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at her lips.
“You always talk such a big game,” she muttered under her breath, glancing back at Y/n’s peaceful face. “One patrol and you’re already out like a light.”
She adjusted her grip, making sure the webbing securing Y/n was snug but not too tight. Below, the city pulsed with life—honking horns, muffled chatter, and distant music drifting up from the streets. Despite the chaos, something was calming about patrolling like this, especially when the biggest problem right now was the sibling on her back.
Gwen swung onto a quiet rooftop near their apartment building and carefully set Y/n down. They stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent. Gwen crouched beside them, shaking her head with a fond chuckle.
“You know, for someone who begged to come along, you didn’t exactly last long.” She poked their side, earning a faint groan.
Y/n cracked one eye open, groggy but stubborn. “I was just… resting my eyes. You’re the one who said I needed a break.”
Gwen arched a brow. “Resting your eyes, huh? Pretty sure you were snoring.”
“I don’t snore!” Y/n shot back, sitting up with a huff, but the effect was ruined by their wobbling head and half-lidded gaze.
Gwen stood, stretching. “Sure you don’t. Anyway, you did okay back there for the first time. A little sloppy, but not bad.”
Y/n perked up at the rare praise. “Yeah? You think so?”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” Gwen said, crossing her arms. “You still have a lot to learn. Like how not to get tangled in your web.”
Y/n groaned, their face turning pink. “That was one time!”
“And I’ve got it on video,” Gwen teased, holding up her phone.
“Gwen!” Y/n lunged for the phone, but Gwen sidestepped easily, laughing as she webbed it to her wrist.
“Lesson one: always anticipate your opponent’s next move.”
“Lesson two,” Y/n grumbled, flopping back onto the rooftop, “don’t patrol with your annoying older sister.”
Gwen sat down beside them, the laughter fading into a comfortable silence as they gazed out at the city. “You’re not bad, you know. Brave, maybe a little reckless. You remind me of someone.”
Y/n tilted their head. “Dad?”
Gwen’s smile softened a bittersweet edge to it. “Yeah. He’d be proud of you. Both for what you did tonight and for being smart enough to know when to rest.”
Y/n looked down, their voice quieter now. “You think so?”
“Of course,” Gwen said firmly. “But I’m gonna make sure you don’t get in over your head. That’s my job.”
Y/n smirked, the playful glint returning to their eyes. “And here I thought I was supposed to be the one protecting you.”
“Oh, please,” Gwen said, nudging them with her shoulder. “I’ve been doing this way longer than you. You’re the sidekick, remember?”
“Sidekick?!” Y/n sat up, mock-indignant. “I’ll have you know I’m a full-fledged hero in training!”
“Keep telling yourself that, rookie.”
The next morning, Gwen found Y/n passed out on the couch, still in their rumpled suit. She tossed a blanket over them, a small smile tugging at her lips as she headed to the kitchen.
Her phone buzzed with a notification. Pulling it out, she saw a news article headline: “Spider-Woman and Mysterious New Ally Save Jewelry Store!”
She glanced back at Y/n, who was now drooling slightly onto the couch cushion. Shaking her head, Gwen chuckled.
“Hero in training, huh? Guess you’re off to a good start.”
A week after Y/n’s first patrol, Gwen had reluctantly agreed to let them join her again. Reluctantly, because the last thing she wanted was for her sibling to get hurt—or worse—but Y/n was insistent. They’d trained harder, practiced swinging, and even upgraded their gear.
Now, perched on the edge of another Manhattan rooftop, Gwen watched Y/n stretch dramatically.
“You’re seriously going to pull a muscle before we even start,” Gwen said, crossing her arms.
“Don’t be jealous because I’m limber,” Y/n quipped, rolling their shoulders.
Gwen snorted. “Right. Limber. That’s definitely what you were when you faceplanted into that water tower last time.”
Y/n shot her a mock glare. “Low blow.”
“You’re just making it too easy.” Gwen stood and fired a web. “Come on, rookie. Time to prove you’ve got what it takes.”
Y/n launched after her, their swings smoother this time but still lacking the effortless grace Gwen had honed over the years. They followed her through the city, weaving around buildings and soaring over the streets below.
“This is awesome!” Y/n shouted, laughing as they gained momentum.
Gwen glanced back, smirking. “Don’t get cocky!”
Just as she said it, Y/n’s web snagged on a streetlamp, and they went spinning out of control. With a panicked yelp, they let go and tumbled toward an alley.
“Y/n!” Gwen shot a web, catching them midair and yanking them toward her. They collided, dangling awkwardly from her line as she swung to a nearby rooftop.
Y/n groaned, rubbing their head. “That… could’ve gone better.”
“You think?” Gwen said, exasperated but relieved. She set them down and crossed her arms. “I told you not to get cocky.”
“Okay, okay. Lesson learned.” Y/n looked sheepish, their cheeks red.
Gwen sighed, ruffling their hair. “You’re lucky I’m here to save your butt.”
Before Y/n could respond, her communicator buzzed. She tapped it, listening intently as a police scanner crackled to life.
“…10-31 reported near the Brooklyn Bridge. All units respond.”
“That’s us,” Gwen said, already firing a web. “Let’s move!”
The scene was chaos. A group of masked thieves had hijacked a delivery truck and were speeding recklessly through the streets, pursued by several police cars.
“Okay, rookie,” Gwen said as they perched on a lamppost overlooking the chase. “You take the back. Web the tires, and slow them down. I’ll handle the driver.”
Y/n nodded, determination replacing their earlier embarrassment. “Got it.”
They swung into action, sticking to the shadows as they positioned themselves behind the speeding truck. Timing their move perfectly, Y/n fired two webs, snagging the rear tires. With a loud screech, the truck skidded, veering wildly.
“Nice shot!” Gwen called, swinging alongside the cab. She kicked through the passenger-side window, startling the driver. Before he could react, she webbed his hands to the wheel, forcing the truck to a halt.
The thieves in the back scrambled to escape, but Y/n was ready. They landed in front of the truck, blocking their path.
“Going somewhere?” Y/n quipped, firing a web that pinned two of them to the side of the vehicle.
The last thief tried to bolt, but Gwen dropped from above, landing in front of him with a smirk. “You must be new here,” she said, webbing him to the ground.
Within minutes, the police arrived to clean up the scene. Gwen and Y/n watched from a nearby rooftop, hidden in the shadows.
“You did good,” Gwen admitted, nudging Y/n with her elbow.
Y/n grinned. “You’re not just saying that because I didn’t faceplant this time, are you?”
Gwen rolled her eyes but smiled. “Don’t push your luck.”
Back at home, the adrenaline finally wore off, and Y/n flopped onto the couch with a groan.
“Heroing is exhausting,” they mumbled into a pillow.
Gwen tossed them a water bottle and sat down beside them. “Tell me about it. But hey, you’re getting better. Maybe one day you’ll even be as good as me.”
Y/n sat up, smirking. “As good as you? Please. I’m gonna be better.”
“Oh, is that so?” Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Absolutely,” Y/n said confidently.
“Alright, rookie,” Gwen said, leaning back with a smirk. “When you can swing without falling on your face, we’ll talk.”
Y/n groaned, throwing a pillow at her, but Gwen just laughed.
“Better get some rest,” she said, ruffling their hair. “We’re hitting the streets again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Y/n groaned, flopping back onto the couch. “I’m never gonna survive this.”
Gwen grinned, leaning back. “Welcome to the family business, kid.”
