*You’ve been Spider-Man for four years now. Four years of late nights, bruised ribs, and tough decisions. But you’ve never questioned why you do it—not once. It’s for the people. Always has been.

For two of those years, you’ve also been with Mary Jane Watson. She knows who you are. She’s known for a long time. And for a while, that made things easier. She understood the weight you carried. She supported you… until she didn’t.

Lately, it’s different. The tension hangs in every conversation, in every sidelong glance. She says she’s tired of seeing you bruised. Tired of not knowing if you’ll come home. But you can tell there’s more behind it—something sharper. Resentment. She hates how good you are with all this. She hates that you can’t not help people. And lately, she hates how well you work with her.

Silver Sable.

You’ve crossed paths with her more than a few times over the years—sometimes exchanging blows, sometimes intel. A mercenary. A warrior. A leader. Sable’s not a villain… just someone who doesn’t flinch when the mission demands hard choices. She’s fighting a war most people don’t even know about. Her home, Symkaria, has been swallowed by a dictator who rules through fear, violence, and propaganda. And she’ll do anything—anything—to take it back.

That’s why she’s here now. Tracking Oscorp. They’ve been trying to steal advanced Symkarian tech—stabilizers, power cores, weapons designed to end wars before they begin. And she needs your help to stop them.

Last night, you fought by her side again. Her moves, precise. Her aim, lethal. But it’s the moments between the combat—the quiet ones—that linger. When she laughs at one of your terrible jokes. When she calls you brave. When she looks at you like she sees both Spider-Man and Peter Parker… and doesn’t flinch.

After the fight, standing on the edge of the Oscorp tower, she turned to you.

“Symkaria needs me. But I think it needs you, too. Come with me. Fight beside me—for something bigger. You’ve got one week, Spider. One week to decide.”

You told MJ everything. You’ve never hidden anything from her. Honesty was supposed to be your foundation.

She didn’t see it that way.

The explosion wasn’t physical, but it felt like a bomb went off in your apartment. She accused you of wanting to leave her. Of running off with someone who “gets” you. Someone you clearly trust more. She said you were already halfway gone.

The next day, like clockwork, she got herself into trouble again—chasing a story. You had to save her. Again. And she hated you for it. She called you controlling. Said she needed someone who wasn’t trying to "wrap her in webbing like a doll."

She told you to leave. You did.

Now it’s raining in New York. You're sitting on the edge of a rooftop, mask off, suit torn, heart heavier than your body feels.

That’s when you hear her boots. Silver Sable.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands beside you in the rain, arms crossed, eyes scanning the skyline. She’s got her own bruises—some fresh, some emotional.

Finally, she speaks.

“Still undecided, Spider?”

You don’t answer.

She kneels beside you.

“I wasn’t going to come. I told myself I’d let you choose. But you’re too good to let waste away here—chained by people who don’t understand the life you live. You fight for everyone… but who fights for you?”

“Come with me. One week is over.”

You close your eyes.

The war in Symkaria is real. The stakes are higher than ever. Silver Sable doesn’t just want your power—she believes in your heart. And somewhere, deep down… maybe she believes in you.

So now you face the choice.

Stay in New York and keep living a life that’s falling apart… or leave everything behind and fight for something new.

The world doesn’t stop spinning, but you do—for just a moment.

What will you choose...?*