As The Only Mutant in Marvel

"Thanks!"

After Gwen thanked him, she turned her head, raised half of her mask, and downed half the glass of water in one go.

Lance saw her actions but didn't ask her to take off the mask completely.

He waited until she finished drinking and lowered her mask before asking, "Want another glass?"

"No."

Gwen shook her head.

She felt a little awkward.

He'd helped her, but she didn't even have the courage to show her face.

Still, Gwen knew revealing her identity could cause trouble for both herself and her family.

A moment of gratitude wasn't worth risking everything.

"Are you Liberty City's new superhero?"

Lance asked casually.

"No, no, no, I'm not a superhero!"

Gwen quickly waved her hands.

"I'm just doing what I can. Compared to real superheroes like the Avengers, I'm nothing."

"You're pretty humble," Lance said with a smirk.

"You mentioned getting injured by a villain? Was the guy strong?"

"Yeah, really dangerous!"

Gwen nodded, her expression serious.

"He's fast—and has sharp claws!"

"My arm got scratched when I let my guard down."

Gwen glanced at her bandaged arm again.

For someone with Spider instincts, getting injured was rare.

Before this, she'd taken down plenty of criminals without breaking a sweat.

Most were just regular thugs with guns—dangerous to civilians but nothing to her.

She'd never even considered them a threat.

But this time was different.

This guy wasn't ordinary.

He had powers.

Superhuman speed and claws that could tear through flesh like butter.

Gwen had dodged his first strike easily.

But the second attack came faster than she expected.

Before she knew it, her arm was cut.

"I could've dodged it," Gwen muttered.

"I was just too careless."

The lesson was burned into her mind.

It was her first encounter with a super-powered criminal, and her lack of experience cost her.

But it wouldn't happen again.

The next time she faced someone like that, Gwen vowed not to make the same mistake.

After resting for about half an hour, Gwen stood up.

"I should go. See you next time!"

She waved at Lance before shooting a web to the ceiling and swinging out the open window.

In seconds, she was gone, her figure disappearing into the maze of skyscrapers.

Lance leaned against the window, watching her disappear.

He wondered if this world had just gained another Spider-Man—or Spider-Woman, to be exact.

"I didn't expect Gwen to become Spider-Woman in this world."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"I wonder if she knows Peter Parker?"

Lance decided to look into it.

He walked into his secret room and pulled out a burner phone and an old laptop he rarely used.

Popping the battery into the phone, Lance dialed a number from his contacts labeled [Information Division].

The call connected after two rings.

"I need information on someone," Lance said.

"Name."

"Gwen Stacy. Father's name is George Stacy."

Ten seconds passed before the voice responded.

"Check your email. Settle the payment at the usual spot."

"No problem."

Lance hung up, removed the phone's battery, and put it away.

He opened his laptop, logged into a private email account, and found a new unread message.

The email looked like spam on the surface, but Lance knew better.

He ran the email through a decoding program, revealing the real content inside.

Gwen Stacy. Female.

Age: 18.

Third-year student at Liberty City Central High School.

Drummer for the Mary Janes band.

Good friends include…

The file listed every detail about Gwen, including her personal relationships.

Her father? George Stacy—Liberty City's police chief.

"It's definitely Spider-Gwen," Lance muttered.

But this wasn't Universe-65.

The Avengers existed here.

S.H.I.E.L.D. existed here.

This wasn't just a Spider-Man-centric world.

"The situation in this universe is more complicated than I thought."

Lance leaned back in his chair, thinking.

"And I can't even be sure if the plots I know will play out the same way."

His knowledge of the Marvel universe gave 

him an edge.

Not to exploit the timeline, but to avoid trouble.

For example, during Age of Ultron, he'd know not to vacation in Sokovia.

Not that anyone in their right mind would vacation there.

Still, having foreknowledge gave him an advantage—if the events he remembered actually happened.

But then Lance shook his head.

Did it even matter?

His biggest advantage wasn't knowing the plot.

It was the Mutant system.

The day after meeting Gwen, Lance signed in and gained another Delta-level ability.

This one was strange.

It came from a Mutant known as Drag Master.

Her ability?

Clothing manipulation.

She could change her own or someone else's clothes into whatever design she imagined.

It wasn't useful in combat.

But it was hilarious.

Imagine turning an enemy's clothes into a bikini mid-fight?

Instant humiliation.

Unfortunately, the ability required physical contact with the clothing.

No changing outfits from a distance.

Lance decided to give this ability to his Red Devil.

He attached it to the dog's small suit—and received fifty times the strengthening.

Before this, Lance couldn't even imagine how a clothing ability could be improved.

Now?

The upgraded version could alter special clothing.

Iron Man's armor?

It counted as "clothing" and could be transformed too.

Lance could theoretically turn Tony Stark's suit into a steel bikini.

It wouldn't affect the armor's function—just its appearance.

The thought made Lance burst into laughter.

A steel bikini?

Now that would be a sight to see.

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