"So I've been wanting to ask you something", Ami spoke before Gwen started chowing down on a meal Ami made for her. The blonde made a muffled hum sound.

"You said you were from a different world. I've been wondering if that vague statement was literal or not. And since crazy things happen all the time when heroes fight villains with bizarre abilities…"

Ami patiently waited for Gwen to swallow, when she heard a gulp, Gwen cleared her throat. "I was serious when I said that. I'm…from another dimension".

Ami's eyes widened in surprise. "So you never existed here?" She asked then Gwen chuckled nervously.

"I did exist here, well, a version of me did".

"A version of you?" Ami was even more surprised. "Gwen…you're a clone?"

"Yes and no at the same time".

Ami expected her friend to explain further. Gwen sighed. "There are more than a hundred dimensions with a version of me. Most of them were in relationships with a version of Spider-Man…it doesn't end well".

"Is that your purpose?" Ami frowned.

"Me specifically? Hell no! I'm the only one who has powers. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be…alive…"

Ami huffed in disbelief. This fact about a multiverse where there is a Gwen Stacy who dated a male spider-themed vigilante, how was the blonde coping with this?!

"They all died…are you sure about living to see your forties?"

"Yes, I'm very sure. There are still a lot of universes where I'm still alive. I'm just the only one who was a 'what-if-Gwen-didn't-die-but-became-a-spider-hero-instead' scenario. But that doesn't mean the other versions of me are boring. There's one universe where I'm even the president".

Ami's eyebrows were half curved upwards, lips pursed with extreme concern, "This doesn't bother you? You weren't…traumatized?"

Gwen held her arms into a stretch while dragging an 'eh' sound. "It is messed up, but I accepted that my name means death already".

Ami looked down to the streets below. "That's what the word 'Kumiho' meant to me most of my life".

Gwen moved her hand a little closer to the other girl, close enough for the pinkies to make contact. "I'll tell you one thing, the only thing I have in common with most of them is the name. I'm not the goody two shoes damsel in distress".

"Because you have powers?" Ami guessed.

"Well that's the obvious fact, but it's mostly because I don't act the same way. Those versions were nerdy and never got into any trouble. I doubt they can even sing".

"So what you're saying is: You broke the stereotype?"

Gwen hummed in correcting the question. She swallowed a bit of the chicken. White Fox only noticed then that Gwen had her hand on hers. She smiled. "At least you aren't the last 'you' in this multiversal lore".

Gwen wanted to say it was a possibility, but Ami was already worried enough as it was about this shocking revelation. She had her hand on top of Ami who failed to pretend she didn't notice. Gwen's face was changing into a shade of pink.

"So…if those versions are nothing like you…does that mean they don't wear pink?"

"Oh, they do, but green, orange, and purple is a better option. None of us WANT to encourage the blonde stereotype".

Both girls laughed at that. Ami flipped her hand a bit so she could intertwine her hand holding on to the other girl's gloved hand. "You wear pink though".

"Yeah, to show that a blonde girl who isn't sweet and innocent but punk and rebellious can make pink a scary color".

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I wear pink so people know it counts as 'not' punk. Aaand because I enjoy surprising people with my personality despite the blonde wearing pink assumption".

Ami laughed louder at that. "I'm sure the other spiders were surprised to see a blonde pink lover have a 'not' punk attitude".

Gwen chuckled, "Yeah they were. They immediately stop hitting on me the first time they hear me speak". Ami furrowed her eyebrows.

"They flirt with you?"