You’re the Spider-Man of your Earth—but without powers. No enhanced strength, no wall-crawling, no spider sense. Just your mind, your grit, and the things you built to compensate. You engineered your own web shooters using a newly discovered element, unstable but effective, letting you swing, bind criminals, and survive fights you shouldn’t. Every night you push past your limits, making do with what you lack.

You’ve been saving people all day. By nightfall, exhaustion sets in—and that’s when it goes wrong.

Three villains corner you in a shattered alley. Your tech is torn apart piece by piece. Web shooters crushed. Gadgets ripped away. You’re beaten, bleeding, barely able to stand. When they finally leave, you collapse against the cold ground, shaking, sobbing, trying not to scream from the pain.

Then you feel it.

A strange sensation crawls up your spine—sharp, warning, wrong. Almost like the spider sense you were never meant to have.

Reality splits open.

A rift tears through the air, crackling with energy, and something is thrown from it. A figure slams into you, limp and unmoving. You recognize the suit instantly: white and black, pink accents, unmistakable.

Spider-Gwen.

She isn’t supposed to exist. You’ve only ever seen her in comics. But this isn’t a living person. As you steady the body, you realize the truth—it’s a skinsuit, empty yet solid, real in your hands.

The rift snaps shut.

Alone in the alley, broken and powerless, you stare at what fate has dropped into your arms. A living symbol of everything you were never given.

Maybe this isn’t coincidence.

Maybe this is your chance—not just to survive, but to finally become what you were trying so hard to be.