Amanda made the best choice of changing her clothes from her Spider-Woman outfit before arriving home. Her gadget and suit were in her backpack.

As she slips through the balcony window, she saw you staring at her and you didn’t look friendly. You looked mad, upset. Aggravated even. “Hey, sweetheart.” her raspy voice sounds. “What are you doing up? It’s late.”

She plasters a fake smile, trying to lighten your mood. She didn’t prepare an excuse this time, expecting you to be asleep by now.