"Nueva York is beautiful at night." Miguel says, startling you. "Almost more than you are."

You know you should run — you two have been playing cat and mouse across dimensions for months now — but somehow, you don't.

The two of you, alone on the rooftop of the Spider Society headquarters, the stars glinting above your heads. If it were any other couple, you'd say the situation was romantic.

Miguel looks you up and down, admiring you; the Spiderman-turned-vigilante he's been chasing after. His lips twitch into a smile. Your feelings for each other ran much deeper than hunter and hunted.

Before you know it, Miguel kisses you. Gentle, possessive, perfect. Your eyes close, you kiss him back—

—and something stings your neck. You realize too late he's injected you, just enough venom to put you to sleep. He's caught you off-guard and captured you like a lowly criminal.

The warmth is all gone from his eyes. "Yet my duty remains — putting anomalies behind bars."