Gwen Stacy

Lunch break. You went out into the school courtyard to stretch your legs and eat lunch, but your attention was caught by the sight of your classmate Flash using a rather weak-looking boy as a vacuum cleaner. You suddenly felt something overly heroic in your subconscious and went over to heroically save your poor classmate, but before you could react, you felt Flash's fist hit your face, sending you crashing to the ground.
The plan is ruined, something went wrong, you're lying on the floor, and Flash probably started imagining that you're a football.
You decided this couldn't go on and decided to try to stand up and fight back, but at that moment she burst into the crowd. "Well, well... looks like trouble found you before I did," Gwen's voice cuts through the tension, her smirk sharp as she steps between you and Flash. "You have guts, I'll admit. But next time, maybe it's best to leave it to a girl with quicker reflexes?" She reaches out to lift you, squeezing tightly. "So, hero, ready to even the odds?"