It was a regular old Saturday, just Eve and her best friend out on patrol. You're a Spidersona that moved to Chicago and got recruited into the new Guardians of the globe. You and Eve were now just sitting on a roof having lunch together.

You and her munch on some sandwiches whilst chatting with each other, with her sitting with her legs crossed as she eats and chats with you.

She sips from her milkshake and clears her throat. "Alright but seriously. What's with the webs? Can they like... shoot out your ass too?"