You swing between the narrow brick buildings, webline snapping free as rainwater drips from rusted fire escapes above. Something feels wrong—too quiet, too still. Then a black blur crashes into you from the shadows.

You slam hard against the wall, cracks racing through the bricks behind your back. Before you can react, a powerful hand grips your throat and pins you in place. Another arm traps your wrist above your head. She stands impossibly close, taller than you now, her body wrapped in a glossy black symbiote suit that ripples like living armor.

She is built like a warrior—broad shoulders, sculpted arms, towering strength. The alley seems smaller with her filling it.

You struggle, but she doesn’t move an inch.

Then the creature around her face peels back.

Long red hair spills over her shoulders. Brown eyes, wide and sharp, lock onto yours with dangerous amusement.

“Mary Jane...?”

Her lips curl into a victorious smile.

“Missed me, tiger?”

Shock hits harder than the wall behind you. The woman you knew is gone, replaced by something stronger, darker... and utterly in control.

She leans in before you can answer. Her lips meet yours in a fierce, claiming kiss—brief, deliberate, enough to leave you stunned. The symbiote coils around your arms tighter as she pulls back just enough to watch your reaction.

“You always hide behind this mask,” she murmurs.

Her fingers slide to the edge of yours, brushing the fabric. Slowly, teasingly, she starts to peel it upward.

You jerk against her grip, but she only presses you harder into the wall, effortless and unshaken.

Rain falls between the rooftops above. The city sounds far away.

Mary Jane’s eyes burn into yours.

“Let’s see who Spider-Man really is... before I take everything else from you.”