Fate Woven in Webs
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Naruto x Gwen
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Author's Noe
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The Unrated version will be on my Patron. Any story where the more extreme or graphic scenes will probably be exclusive.
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Story Start
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Naruto Uzumaki stood on a shimmering, floating platform of energy unlike any he had ever encountered. He had walked many paths, fought many foes, made countless allies—but this sight was new, even to him.
This was not the end he expected when he closed his eyes one final time during his life time.
The entity that greeted him wore no true form. It was swirling energy—both luminous and ominous, dancing with possibility and shimmering with unimaginable power. Its voice reverberated in Naruto's chest as much as in his ears, an insistent whisper that also roared with cosmic authority.
"Naruto Uzumaki… Chosen champion of hope and resilience… Hear my call. A new world needs your aid, your indomitable will, your heart of light."
At first, Naruto was incredulous. He had faced gods before—Otsutsuki, Tailed Beasts, even the reanimated dead. But never had he stood in the presence of such a raw cosmic force. He tensed, a faint swirl of orange chakra flaring at his fingertips. Yet he perceived no malice in this presence.
"Who—who are you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "And what do you want with me?"
The cosmic figure's glow pulsed once.
"You may call me Astravius, for names matter little at my plane. I am part of a cosmic pantheon that safeguards infinite universes. We have observed your world from afar. You are a being of hope, Naruto Uzumaki. Your will has prevented catastrophe and brought light where darkness once ruled."
Naruto's expression softened. He could feel honesty emanating from this presence. "I'm just a knuckleheaded ninja who never gives up on his friends," he said with a grin.
"That is precisely why you are needed elsewhere," Astravius responded. "An imbalance threatens the cosmic tapestry. In the dimension where Marvelous being reign chaos is lurking. You must help avert it."
Naruto felt a tug at his heart. If another world truly needed him, how could he turn away? He had sworn to protect. Whether that world was his own or another's, if the cause was just, he would fight with every ounce of his being.
He gave a resolute nod. "If there are people who need saving, count me in."
The cosmic entity pulsed with brilliant light. Before Naruto could blink, the swirling plane around him fractured and brightened. He felt a warm, tugging sensation around his midsection—like a summoning jutsu turned inside out—and then he fell into a pinprick of white light.
When he could see again, he lay on solid, cracked asphalt, in a city that towered above him with steel and neon. Cars honked, people chattered in a language that sounded partially familiar—English. The clang and rattle of New York City rose around him. Naruto glanced upward, eyes wide, absorbing the dizzying heights of the buildings. He had never seen a village like this. A silent excitement fluttered in his chest.
He had arrived.
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New York City was nothing like the Hidden Leaf Village. Where Konoha had quaint wooden buildings, shrines, and winding dirt roads, Manhattan's skyline was all glass, steel, and concrete. Yet one thing remained reassuringly familiar: the steady hum of human life all around. Naruto, despite the newness of his surroundings, quickly found himself enthralled by the spectacle.
Passersby gawked at his bright outfit—an orange hoodie and black pants reminiscent of his old ninja attire. Some snapped photos, while others whispered about "cosplay." Naruto scratched his head at that word; he had no idea what it meant. Within minutes, the swirl of languages and city noise left him disoriented.
Suddenly, a man in a red suit of armor streaked across the sky, propelled by two jets in his hands and feet. Naruto's eyes lit up in wonder. "What the—some kind of puppet jutsu? No, that's not chakra," he murmured. Then the man soared away, too fast to be questioned.
Naruto's first instincts were to find the local authorities and see if they needed help or at least ask for directions. He saw a building labeled "Police Precinct" and decided to try his luck. Inside, the reception area was crowded, full of worried civilians. An exasperated officer behind a counter did a double take when Naruto strolled up.
"Hey there!" Naruto said cheerily. "I just got here—kind of teleported, you might say—and I'm not sure where I am. I'm looking for…someone in charge?"
The officer blinked. "You from Tony Stark's new Avengers outreach program or something?"
Naruto had no idea who Tony Stark was, but he shrugged with a grin. "I guess you could say that."
Within a few minutes, Naruto found himself directed toward a certain Avengers facility on the outskirts of the city. While crossing the crowded streets, weaving between cars and hot-dog stands, he marveled at the hustle and bustle. He felt a stirring in his chest: that same excitement he'd gotten as a kid whenever he visited a new land. Another adventure had begun.
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Though fate had been the deciding factor that dropped Naruto in this strange new place, it was pure chance that led him to cross paths with Gwen Stacy—alias Ghost-Spider—just a day later.
Naruto, determined to do good while he awaited more cosmic instructions, decided to patrol the city. He reasoned that if this was anything like the Shinobi world, there would be trouble somewhere, and where there was trouble, he could help.
One late night found him bounding across rooftops, employing his chakra control to run along the vertical surfaces of fire escapes and leap between buildings. The city lights glittered beneath him like a reflection of the star-strewn sky. He felt a surge of nostalgia—it reminded him of nights he used to jump across Konoha's rooftops in mischief, or on missions with Team 7.
Suddenly, he heard a startled yelp echo from below an alley. Naruto peered down into the gloom. There, two men cornered a young woman. She wore a hooded jacket that was partially pink and white, but it was half-torn, revealing glimpses of a black-and-white bodysuit underneath.
"Hey! Back off!" the woman growled, voice wavering with underlying fear. The men advanced menacingly, brandishing knives.
Without hesitating, Naruto launched off the rooftop and landed between the men and the young woman. "Leave her alone dickheads!"
The assailants spun around, eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. They clearly hadn't expected a blond kid in an orange jacket to drop from the sky. One of them sneered, "Scram, hero-boy, if you know what's good for you."
Naruto's warm grin twisted into a determined set to his jaw. "You messed with the wrong guy," he said, fists raising.
What followed was quick and decisive. One robber lunged, knife slashing. Naruto evaded easily—he was used to battling foes with ninjutsu, not just petty weapons. With a well-placed chop, he knocked the knife away. The second man tried to swing at Naruto's back; Naruto blocked with an upraised arm, sending the man crashing into a wall. Both criminals fled, yelping in fear, leaving behind the young woman.
"You okay?" Naruto asked, turning around. He finally got a good look at her. She was slim but athletic, with platinum-blond hair partially hidden beneath the remains of her hood. A faint pinkish hue colored her cheeks, perhaps from adrenaline.
She let out a relieved exhale. "Yeah, thanks to you. They caught me by surprise. My powers have been off for a couple hours, so I—I was kind of compromised."
Naruto offered a bright grin. "No worries. Glad to help. I'm Naruto Uzumaki."
She studied him for a moment, then extended a hand. "Gwen. Well, Gwen Stacy in everyday life, Ghost-Spider in a pinch."
"Ghost-Spider? That's some kind of codename?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I… do the vigilante thing. Usually I can take care of lowlifes like them, but my powers are a bit on the fritz. And my dimension-hopping wrist device jammed—I guess it messed with my spider abilities or something. I was hoping to find some old friends in this version of New York to help me fix it, but ended up with those scumbags on my tail."
Naruto blinked. "Dimension-hopping? So you're not from here either?"
"Not exactly," she replied, wearing a faint grin. "But hey, you're pretty awesome at that jumping-around thing you did. You new in town?"
"You could say that," Naruto laughed. "I guess we're both not from around here."
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In the days that followed, Naruto and Gwen discovered a surprising amount in common. Each had come from a world of superhuman feats and complicated destinies. Each carried the weight of expectations and the longing to protect innocents.
Naruto learned quickly that Gwen was a rock drummer in her home universe. She had spun him tales of her band, The Mary Janes, and how they had a small but devoted following. Meanwhile, Gwen peppered Naruto with questions about ninjas, hidden villages, and the concept of chakra. She seemed simultaneously impressed and confounded by jutsu and Tailed Beasts.
Gwen, eager to regain her own full spider abilities, tinkered with her wrist device in an abandoned workshop Tony Stark had once set up in a lesser-known lab. Naruto helped by fetching tools and occasionally giving moral support. As the nights wore on, they patrolled the city together, slipping into a comfortable camaraderie that was half playful banter and half genuine admiration.
Even in a city teeming with superhuman heroes, there was something uniquely endearing about an otherworldly ninja leaping from rooftop to rooftop in bright orange—and a dimension-hopping spider-hero who wore a stylish white-and-pink hooded suit. People at times stared; sometimes they waved. Occasionally, they snapped selfies.
One night, after stopping a handful of rowdy would-be thieves trying to break into an electronics store, Naruto and Gwen sat perched on the edge of a tall building, watching the city lights glitter below. The crisp breeze ruffled Gwen's hair, and Naruto's expression turned pensive.
"You ever miss home?" she asked softly.
He shrugged. "All the time. My friends, my family, Konoha, even the ramen stand. But… I'm here for a reason. Might as well do my best." He threw her a sidelong glance. "What about you? You have a family or something to go back to?"
She hesitated. "My dad… is the police chief in my version of New York. But it's complicated. And I have friends, a life. Sometimes it's nice to escape the baggage, though."
Naruto nodded, understanding that longing to break free from burdens. "Well, if you need a friend while we're both stuck here, I'm happy to help."
She smiled. "Same."
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Naruto's and Gwen's joint heroics soon drew the attention of bigger fish in the New York underworld. While Spider-Man, Daredevil, and others normally kept close tabs on the city's crime, an uptick in smuggling activity had slipped below the radar—until Naruto and Gwen stumbled upon it.
During a late-night patrol, they discovered a massive contraband ring operating out of the docks. The criminals had advanced weaponry rumored to originate from tech salvaged after various alien invasions in Marvel's world. Naruto's ninja senses prickled with caution; Gwen's spider-sense, though partially weakened, still buzzed with warning.
Faced with a half-dozen heavily armed thugs, they decided to split up. Gwen maneuvered from above, clinging to rafters and quietly webbing guns out of enemies' hands, while Naruto disguised himself with a shadow clone feint. The plan worked—until one particularly cunning criminal used an energy rifle to blast open a storage container. The explosion rattled the docks. Gwen yelped as shards of metal rained down from above.
"Gwen!" Naruto yelled, forgetting stealth, instantly bounding forward to intercept the debris. Thanks to his reflexes and a well-timed swirl of chakra, he battered away the metal fragments. But the pair was forced into open confrontation.
Now out of the shadows, Gwen flipped gracefully, socking one thug across the jaw. Naruto vaulted over a stack of crates and slammed another with a spinning kick. Bright blasts of stolen alien energy peppered the night sky. Gwen pivoted, half-somersaulting to avoid a sizzling beam. She fired a thin line of web fluid from her web-shooters—only for the device to sputter. The makeshift repairs were not perfect yet.
Crack! A shot tore past Gwen's ear, searing the tip of her hood. Anger flared in Naruto's gut. His eyes flitted, momentarily glowing with the faintest swirl of the Nine-Tails chakra. He suppressed it—no sense in unleashing that much power in a crowded environment—but the threat to Gwen triggered a protective fury.
"Rasengan!" he roared, forming the swirling orb of chakra in his palm and striking the ground near the criminals' feet. The resulting shockwave blasted several thugs off their feet, disarming them.
In the aftermath, Gwen incapacitated the last one with a neat uppercut, while Naruto pinned the ring leader against a shipping container.
"You messed with the wrong city," Gwen hissed, panting, her eyes narrowed behind her mask. "And you definitely messed with the wrong ninja."
The criminals were bound, awaiting the arrival of the authorities.
After the police hauled the smugglers away, Gwen leaned against a crate, breathing hard. "Close call," she said. "Thanks for watching my back."
Naruto took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow. "We make a good team."
She hesitated, lips curving into a soft smile behind her mask. "Yeah, we do."
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Over the ensuing weeks, something began to blossom between the two heroes. At first it was simple gestures: Naruto's impulsive grin whenever Gwen teased him, Gwen's flush whenever Naruto complimented her spider moves, the shared trust that formed during late-night patrols.
One crisp evening, they found themselves at the top of the Empire State Building, gazing over a city that never slept. The wind whipped Gwen's hood, letting glimpses of her blond hair spill out. Naruto leaned on the ledge, the glow of streetlights illuminating his bright-blue eyes.
"It's kind of beautiful," he murmured. "The illumination of the lights and the people. When I see everything so peaceful I feel at ease."
Gwen shifted closer. "You've got a big heart, Naruto. Maybe that's why I—" She cut herself short, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
Naruto tilted his head. "Why you what?"
She laughed sheepishly. "Why I like being around you." It was an admission that felt both small and huge at the same time.
His heart thumped in his chest. He reached out tentatively and brushed the fringe of hair from her face. For a moment, they stood in silence, the city's roar distant.
She exhaled softly, leaning against him. "You're so carefree," she whispered. "You simply are, no secrets or double life you simply enjoy life and aren't afraid to show it."
Naruto felt warmth flood him. "You're pretty amazing too, Gwen."
They stayed like that for a while, comfortable in each other's presence. The closeness felt natural, inevitable. Neither spoke of love yet, but the word hovered unspoken between them, bright and possible.
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One morning not long after, Naruto and Gwen decided to pay a visit to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Rumors whispered through the heroic community that Doctor Strange had insights into dimensional anomalies. Gwen figured he might help fix her still-temperamental powers, and Naruto was curious if Strange knew anything about the cosmic entity called Astravius.
The Sanctum greeted them with its usual mystic charm—a grand door, arcane symbols swirling in the windows, and a cloak stand that seemed to move on its own. A weary Wong let them in, remarking that Strange was in the middle of an astral meditation.
Once greeted, Strange regarded Naruto with mild fascination. "So… you're a shinobi from another dimension, brought here by a cosmic caretaker, and you've decided to become a hero in New York City?"
Naruto shrugged. "That about sums it up."
Strange turned to Gwen. "And you, Gwen Stacy, are from an alternate timeline of Earth. Your powers have been glitching since the dimension-hopping device malfunctioned?"
She nodded. "It's messing with my spider-sense. One minute it's there, the next it's gone. Same with my web fluid. Sometimes my web shooters jam for no mechanical reason."
Strange closed his eyes, chanting a brief incantation. The Eye of Agamotto around his neck glowed softly, scanning them. "There's a faint, tangled web of possibility wrapped around you both, as though your destinies have become interwoven with something bigger. With each other too… interesting."
Gwen's cheeks flared slightly, but she maintained composure.
Strange continued, "I can stabilize your dimensional anchor, Gwen—but the deeper cause lies in a rift that's forming. As for you, Naruto, your presence here is part of a new cosmic equilibrium. A threat is indeed looming. I can't say where or how, but the tremors of it ripple across multiple realities."
Naruto exchanged a look with Gwen. "We'll be ready," he said firmly.
Strange offered a small nod. "I'll do what I can to help. In the meantime, watch each other's backs."
Wong ushered them out, reminding them to be careful. Outside, sunlight bathed the busy street in a golden glow, and for a moment, the gravity of Strange's words seemed remote. Yet a gnawing tension lingered: something was coming, and they would face it together.
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It was well past midnight when Gwen and Naruto found themselves huddled in a quiet corner of Central Park, the city's lights shimmering off a nearby pond. They'd just completed another patrol, stopping a trio of thieves who had attempted to rob a small jewelry shop.
Exhausted but too wired to sleep, they opted for a walk under the moonlit trees. The conversation meandered from silly jokes to deeper topics, eventually circling back to the question of home.
"Sometimes," Gwen admitted, "I feel guilty. Like, there's so much I should be handling in my own universe—my dad, the criminals I lock up, my band. But at the same time… I like it here. Mostly because…" She trailed off, the corners of her mouth twitching into a timid smile.
Naruto's heart fluttered. "Mostly because what?"
She turned away, looking out over the pond. "Because I found you."
Naruto felt warmth bloom in his chest. Timidly, he reached for her hand. She let their fingers intertwine. His voice was gentle. "Gwen, I… I'm not good with words sometimes, but I'm glad we met. I didn't think I would have this spark of love again and so soon, but I've never been so glad to e wrong."
She turned back to him, eyes shining, as their faces drew closer, breath mingling. Finally, at the edge of that pond, beneath the moonlit sky, they shared a tentative first kiss. It was soft, sweet, and brimming with unspoken emotion, a promise of what might be.
They parted, breathless, cheeks flushed. Despite everything else swirling around them—dimensional anomalies, cosmic threats—they felt anchored in that moment, together.
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Days blurred into nights as Gwen's spider powers stabilized more fully under Strange's partial repairs. She exulted in being able to climb walls with renewed confidence and websling gracefully alongside the city skyline. Naruto cheered her on, matching her leaps and flips with his chakra-fueled agility. He found ways to use his shadow clones midair, surprising Gwen with feats of comedic brilliance—like having a clone catch them mid-fall, or setting up a clone barrier to bounce from rooftop to rooftop.
One evening, they found themselves deep in one of Manhattan's older neighborhoods. The full moon hung overhead, illuminating a narrow alley lined with battered trash cans, sagging fire escapes, and tall, looming brick walls. The two heroes had pursued leads about a small-time gang affiliated with a bigger crime syndicate. That chase ended anticlimactically when the gang members scattered into the labyrinth of alleyways.
"Talk about wild goose chase," Naruto muttered, peering around the dim corridor. His orange hoodie glowed faintly under the moonlight.
"Yeah," Gwen agreed, scanning the rooftops. "I think they're long gone." She stretched, tension crackling through her muscles. "It's quiet all of a sudden."
They lingered, adrenaline still sparking through their veins, but no immediate threat presented itself. A hush fell over the alley, broken only by distant traffic.
Something in Gwen's expression changed. Her eyes met Naruto's, alight with mischief and something deeper. She took a step toward him, her breath catching slightly.
Without exchanging words, they closed the distance. She pressed her palm to his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder beneath. He lifted a hand to stroke a stray lock of her hair. The tension between them had been growing for weeks, that undercurrent of attraction building in the nights they trained, fought, and confided in each other.
Gwen, emboldened, reached up to kiss him. It started gently, a meeting of lips that sent electric sparks through them both. Then it deepened. A quiet alley, the silver moon overhead, and the hush of the city formed a cocoon around them.
One thing led to another—words giving way to touches, soft laughter turning into hushed sighs. Gwen teased him with a playful nip on the lower lip, and Naruto's arms circled her waist, fingers splaying over her sides through the thin fabric of her suit. They forgot the hour, the mission, everything but each other.
She ended up leaning down, crawling teasingly along the ground for a moment. Her hoodie (she often wore a sleeveless spider-hoodie over her main suit) bunched up slightly, revealing the lines of her body. The provocative pose radiated not only the confidence that she possessed but her comfortability in her own sensuality as well.
Naruto's cheeks went scarlet, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. "You're… wow," he murmured, words failing him.
She smirked, lifting a brow. "Never seen a spider do a move like this?"
His breath caught in his throat. "Not quite like this, no."
Gwen chuckled, crawling forward until she was in front of him, her eyes holding his captive. The tension of the chase gave way to a different pulse altogether—desire, closeness, and the heady thrill of new love. The alley was deserted, the moon glowed overhead, and something about the hush of night made them succumb to their longing.
As they drew closer, Naruto gently pulled Gwen into his arms, pressing a series of heated kisses to her lips and neck. She shivered, a whispery sigh escaping her, and fisted her hands in his hoodie. In that moment, the world shrank to the press of bodies, the warmth of each other's skin beneath the superhero outfits.
Gwen's heartbeat pounded in her ears, a rush of exhilaration coursing through her. She'd never quite felt this blend of safety and excitement—her spider-sense might as well have been replaced by a new sense entirely, one that drew her inexorably to Naruto's presence.
Their kisses intensified, each one a confession of pent-up affection. Naruto's calloused hands, honed from years of shinobi training, ran along Gwen's back, up to her shoulders, tentatively exploring. Her body responded with a gentle arch, pressing closer.
Their whispered laughter filled the alley in hushed bursts between kisses. The scene was equal parts playful and passionate, with Gwen shifting to straddle Naruto's lap as he leaned against the alley wall.
Gwen's breath caught as Naruto's lips traveled across her collarbone, the soft material of her hooded suit slightly peeled away at the neck. She guided his hands to the hem of her jacket, encouraging him to remove it.
A quiet moan escaped her lips as they continued, the city's noises distant. For a short eternity, they were alone in their own universe of mutual exploration. Beneath the shining moon, in the hush of that alley, time seemed to slow.
They sank onto the ground together, a tangle of limbs and building desire. Gwen broke the kiss briefly, her eyes glowing with emotion.
He brushed a thumb across her cheek.
Their lips met again, deeper this time, as the hush of the alley cradled them. Beneath a canopy of moonlight and shadows, they gave in to the mounting passion. Garments slid aside in halting increments, each new patch of revealed skin accompanied by small gasps and murmured reassurances. The ground was hard, but they paid it little mind in the swirl of sensation.
Eventually, the alley was filled with soft echoes of shared passion, each tender exhalation punctuated by the rustle of fabric against concrete. In that hush, they consummated the attraction that had been building for weeks.
Afterward, they held each other, hearts beating in tandem, the cool night air raising goosebumps on their sweat-sheened skin. Gwen's cheeks were flushed, and Naruto's breathing was ragged, but a content smile curved his lips as she nestled into his arms.
"I—I hope you're okay with—" Naruto began, his voice filled with a tender concern.
She hushed him with a soft kiss, still breathless. "Better than okay."
He nodded, relief and affection shining in his eyes. They tidied themselves, restoring suits and hoodies, stifling giggles at their clandestine alley escapade. Any passersby had been mercifully absent or too discreet to interrupt.
Hand in hand, they left that alley feeling forever changed, bound by more than mere friendship or shared heroism. Their hearts felt lighter and fuller, as though they had discovered something undeniably precious in the hidden nooks of this sprawling metropolis.