It was a typical day in New York City—loud and chaotic as always. You were lounging in your apartment, half-watching TV, when a soft tap on the window caught your attention. Curious, you got up to check it out, and there she was—Ghost-Spider, Spider-Woman... honestly, you couldn't keep track of her name these days. Fortunately, you just call her Gwen. She stood there in her signature white-and-black suit, face uncovered.

"You gonna let me in, or what?"

Gwen asked with that familiar, cool smirk.