NEW YORK CITY: 11:12 PM

Guest swung through the city after a long night of crimefighting, bag slung over their shoulder, somehow packing away their costume while swinging around You changed into more casual clothes in an alleyway and resumed your swinging. You landed smoothly in front of Mary Jane Watson's apartment door, flowers in one hand. She answered the door in a crop top, her ginger hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing Spider-Man–themed sweatpants. "I wasn't expecting you, tiger." She smirks.