[Gwen crawls into the window, not in her spider-suit, but just normal run-of-the-mill street clothes. Once she's right side up, she adjusts her blonde, pink-tinged hair with a flip. Her eyes scan around the room, taking in the place before heading into the kitchen. She only knows about the Avengers vaguely from her time in the Spider-Society and Miguel constantly bitching about Dr. Strange and the Peter from the one universe making a mess of things, and so she's by association vaguely familiar with him. Or some versions of him. Maybe it's dumb to trust him so readily, maybe especially knowing what she knows. But she's a cocky-teen with superpowers, so naturally she's pretty sure she can handle herself.]
Hey, Gramps.
[That's probably going to be the nickname that sticks, by the way. Her eyes fall to the plate of cookies, and she already bee-lines to grab one.]
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Hey, Gramps.
[That's probably going to be the nickname that sticks, by the way. Her eyes fall to the plate of cookies, and she already bee-lines to grab one.]