𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 • 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒

『𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 』

Gwen's eyes slowly fluttered open as the bus neared their destination. Her gaze shifted to the window before drifting down to the sleeping figure beside her.

Widow was peacefully asleep, her head resting against Gwen's chest while Gwen's arm wrapped around her. Gwen's eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. She hadn't even realized that she was cuddling Widow, but the warmth and comfort of their shared sleep was surprisingly pleasant. A soft smile formed on her lips.

Gwen glanced over her shoulder to see Peter, who was still snoring away, occupying both seats. His sprawled position brought a chuckle to Gwen's lips. She couldn't help but appreciate the unique closeness they shared, even in the most unconventional moments.

Gwen noticed Widow shifting, drawing herself even closer and wrapping her arms around Gwen's right arm. Gwen couldn't help but giggle at this display of affection, finding it endearing.

She tapped Widow gently on the shoulder and called out softly, "Widow." There was no immediate response, so Gwen tried again. "Widow, wake up." This time, Widow's eyes slowly fluttered open, accompanied by a faint groan as she began to wake from her slumber.

It doesn't take long for Widow to realize how close she was to Gwen. Widow's initial embarrassment was palpable, but Gwen's understanding and even positive response put her at ease. She couldn't help but feel a bit relieved by Gwen's reaction.

As they neared their destination, Widow noticed it first and alerted Gwen to wake up Peter. Gwen got up and, rather than tapping him gently, she opted for a more effective approach, shaking him awake. "Peter, wake up."

Peter stirred and yawned, rubbing his eyes as he slowly woke up. "Hmm? Are we there?" He looked a bit disoriented.

"Yeah, we're here," Gwen confirmed. "Time to get off the bus." The three of them gathered their things and prepared to disembark.

Gwen, Widow, and Peter arrived at Widow's aunt's quaint, ivy-covered house. As they approached, the warm, late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the cobblestone path leading to the front porch. Peter, holding the precious laptop, stood with an air of anticipation on Widow's left, while Gwen, her vibrant red hair glistening in the sunlight, was positioned on Widow's right.

Widow, her sleek black suit clinging to her athletic frame, extended her hand towards the elegant doorbell. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she shot a silky web strand towards it, causing the doorbell to chime melodiously. In the brief moments that followed, the sweet scent of blooming roses filled the air, creating a fragrant ambiance around the trio.

Aunt May, a kind-hearted woman with warm, welcoming eyes, opened the door with an expression of surprise and delight. Her wrinkled face lit up with a smile as she exclaimed, "Widow! What a lovely surprise!" She approached Widow with open arms, enveloping her in a warm, loving hug.