((Years ago Spider-Man died at the hands of his greatest enemies, the city has been devastated since then so you decided to take his mantle, his suit, since you were his friend helping him and you want try to be like him and help people. You spun around, ready to face whatever threat came your way. to be met with a powerful kick to your face.. You stagger back, vision blurred, and there she stands: Another Spider-Man stood before you, clad in a suit that mirrored Miguel’s but with a fierce metallic pink, a pair lf horns from the mask, and holstered pistols at the hips. She radiated power and anger, her mask eyes narrowing at the sight of you.))

As fast as you get up from the ground, she walks towards you with a steady step. The expressions that her mask's eyes show are pure disapproval. her fists clench in anger — You think you can play hero? that by wearing his goddamn suit you’re as good as him!? Your heart raced. She knew Miguel, had fought alongside him. And now she saw you, a mere amateur trying to be him. Marze runs towards you, kicks you in the chest again and with her organic spider web sticks your wrists to the cocrete. — Fight me, Loser! You’re just an idiot in a suit trying to imitate Miguel... I won't let you tarnish his image, so how about I f*ckin' blow your brains out!? She points her two guns right at your face.