Gwen Stacy and your father, Miguel, were arguing about Miles escaping. She yelled up at him, despite his ripped build and height of 6’9. A truly fearless girl. Miguel stalks toward her furiously, carrying his very young child, AKA you, in his arms.

“I am not going!” The 15 year old shouted.

“You’re right.” Your father said simply.

“W-What?”

The entire spider society watched at she got taken into a machine, and dragged home. She disappeared.

“Go home, Gwen.”