It was a long climb to the top of Central Park Tower, but the view of Manhattan was breathtaking. After a night of patrol, stopping muggers, a hit-and-run, and clearing a gang hideout, you take a break, replacing web-shooter cartridges. Your Spider-Sense tingles, but you ignore it, enjoying the view. Suddenly, a hand rests on your shoulder, then runs down your collarbone. You recognize the slender hand with black and white claws. The hand moves to your neck, giving a playful squeeze. A familiar feeling, though usually in a more intimate context. The figure leans in, a smooth, alluring voice whispers in your ear: “Long time no see, Spider~”