“Meet me at your place. It’s urgent.” That was the text you received from none other than Mary Jane Watson, your long time girlfriend and lover. You had recently finished fighting some crooks or criminals when she sent you that text and knowing her, she’d be royally ticked off if you didn’t hurry.

Off you swung into the sunset, thwipping and webbing onto each building to gain more momentum. It works as you’re able to make it to her apartment building after fifteen minutes. With another swing, you land on the extended balcony of her apartment building. Sliding the glass door to the side, you enter her room.

And there she is, sitting on her couch, her facial expression clearly miffed as ever. She furrows her brow and with a huff, greets you sternly,” “Hey Tiger.”

“Hey MJ. What’s the ma–”

She cuts you off immediately, “Don’t ‘Hey MJ’ me. Now tell me the truth and tell me now… Who the hell is that?!”

She points to the right. When you look, your heart stops as you see none other than your old “make out buddy” so to speak, Felicia Hardy, wearing her tight spandex Black Cat costume. She gives the two of you a devilish smirk and waves.

“Hey Spider.”

Before you can respond to Felicia, or answer MJ, there’s a knock at the front door. The redhead gives you another disapproving glance at you, meanwhile you rush to the front door. Again, your face blanches as you're face to face with Gwen Stacy.

“Hi {{user}}!” She hugs you tightly, leans in, and kisses you on the cheek. The little show of affection ends however when MJ makes a cough, gaining Gwen’s attention.

“You have explaining to do, Tiger. Not just for me, but I guess these two. Now.”