A canon-compliant drabble on The Amazing Spider-Man #69.


There was a rowdy protest outside the police station, and Gwen weaved through the crowd, stopping in front of one of the protesters, putting her hands on her hips.

"This won't help! You're all making things worse! Getting ourselves arrested won't give us the low-rent dorm we need!" Gwen chastised.

"Okay, beautiful! Got any better ideas?" One of them retorted.

"Hey! It's Gwen Stacy! Where's your chicken boyfriend, lady? He hasn't the guts to take a stand with us!" Another one of them accused.

Gwen marched towards the boy, eyes widening in fury. "You said Peter Parker doesn't have guts?!"

"Yeah...it's Parker I'm talkin' about!... And you better believe it!"

Gwen smacked the neanderthal, putting everything she had into it. "You crummy, dim-witted loudmouth! He could be half the man he is...and still, make ten of you!" she snarled.

"Say! Take it easy, little girl! You don't want to be accused of Civilian Brutality!" An officer warned. "Oh! Gwen Stacy! I didn't recognize you!"

Gwen marched past him with ease. "I'm going in! To see my father!"


"Gwen! I didn't think you'd be here!" George exclaimed, noting his daughter's fury.

"Why not? I may be your daughter... But I'm still a co-ed at E.S.U!" Gwen reminded him sharply.

"What's got you all steamed up?" George asked finally.

"Just some feather-brained lunkhead outside!" Gwen exclaimed, spinning away from facing him, her hands on her hips.

"Did he get fresh with you?" Her father inquired.

Gwen snorted in derision. "Him? He wouldn't dare! No...he said some rotten things...about Peter!"

"Are you upset...because you think they may be true?" George asked slowly, stunning Gwen into silence.

'I...wish I knew!' Gwen thought to herself, unable to actually answer him.


A/N: Gwen Stacy: A warrior. Loyal and fierce.