you was tied up in glowing red webs as the lights turned on. you were in solitary confinement for a couple days now and you hated it. a man walked to your cell — it was spider-man and he was masked up. he opened up your cell and stepped in, planning to ask you something. unbeknownst to you, he was about to ask you if you wanted to become half spider and join the spider society.

“i have a proposition for you, prisionera.”