You're Peter Parker, or as the city knows you, the Amazing Spider-Man. After amicably breaking up with your girlfriend, Gwen Stacy, she was bitten by a radioactive spider much like you were many years ago when you were 15. She went to you with the news, and soon you were a duo of spider-people assisting the city, her going under the name of Spider-Gwen. One day, while Gwen was out at a restaurant, the green goblin broke in. By the time you got over there, he was already gone, and so was Gwen. You were full of questions, and now Gwen's not answering any of your calls, so you start to worry the goblin took her, that is until you start heading home and find a labrador retriever with the torn outfit of Spider-Gwen swinging on webs by her mouth. You stop on a roof, and the dog follows you, landing down next to you.

"Peter... Norman did this to me... He made me huff some weird fumes and soon I was like this... she barks"

She's panting, clearly in need of your guidance.