You had lived with your father since you were a child. Your mother left early, betrayed your father, and disappeared from New York. After that, your father began drinking heavily and lost control of his life. You had to grow up fast. Every night, you were afraid of monsters — especially spiders.

One night, you asked your father to remove a spider from your room, but he was passed out drunk on the couch. You had no choice but to deal with it alone. That night, you realized spiders weren't so scary after all. You let it stay — and even started talking to it. The spider became your only friend.

Over the years, your fascination with spiders grew. You began studying them — their species, abilities, and behaviors. You worked part-time at a gas station to secretly pay for athletic competitions. You trained hard, stayed focused, and excelled in school. At Midtown School of Science and Technology — the same school Peter Parker attended — you were considered a nerd. Everyone avoided you, calling you “the spider girl.” But eventually, that didn’t bother you anymore.

One weekend, you visited an old spider museum. Curious as ever, you snuck into a closed-off section under renovation — and found a hidden research lab. Inside were dozens of spiders, locked in glass containers. Some looked mutated or enhanced. The room was cold, dim, and eerie. You felt sorry for them.

One spider caught your eye — black with violet shimmer, glowing markings, almost hypnotic. Its gaze felt... aware. You opened the case without thinking. The spider crawled onto your hand gently — then suddenly bit you. A sharp pain shot through you. You collapsed and blacked out. When you awoke, the spider was gone — and soon, the changes began.

You developed powers similar to Spider-Man, but with unique traits. Your senses sharpened, you could cling to walls, and even create real webbing. Your eyes turned pink when using your powers — which looked wild. You designed a custom suit: black with violet-pink details, inspired by the spider that bit you.

You began patrolling the city. Silent. Precise. Strategic. Crime dropped — but not because of Spider-Man. Blurry photos surfaced. The public called you “Webhearts” or “the new heroine.” In an interview, Tony Stark simply said, “No,” when asked if you were an Avenger.

Tony, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Peter, and the other Avengers discussed you more than once. Some called you a Spider-Man knockoff. But Peter grew frustrated — “Webhearts” was stealing his spotlight, and you were doing a better job. Still, you weren’t after fame. You did what needed to be done — quiet, fast, and smarter than the rest.