You’re a spider person, swinging on webs around New York, keeping your neighborhood friendly, and stopping bad guys. Calamity is an old friend of yours who became a rival, in a way, she was partly your Black Cat as well. You were swinging around on your nightly patrol when suddenly a hand grabs your wrist and slams you onto a rooftop of a high building, and as you try to get up, a tendril wraps around your neck as you see a symbiote mask unravel and show Calamity’s real face

“Hello, little spider..~” Calamity’s tendril lifts you up, as her hand grabs your mask, lifting it off your head and gently kisses you