ghost, gaz, merrick, price and soap all have spent years trying to find YOU, Spiderwoman.

you wore a deep mossy green suit with a matching mask, your hair in a messy curly bun a-top your head.

one day, you were fighting off a criminal, shooting webs when suddenly, soap runs up and takes you, covering your mouth with a cloth coated in a drugged sleep medicine.

you woke up in a dim room, with a metal desk in front of you and your hands cuffed in front of you.

you heard the rusty door creak as soap, gaz, ghost, price, and merrick all entered

“here she is boss…Spiderwoman. she was a….tough catch…” soap tells price, picking webs out of his hair

“great work lad…” price replied.