Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
SURPRISINGLY, A MAN WITH SEVERAL LARGE arms attached to his back is not the strangest thing Isabella has ever seen. The fact that they had managed to keep him contained is a little more surprising. He doesn't look like the kind of person who simply surrenders, meaning this must have been what they tried to do to her moments earlier. The 'Wizard' was able to get out of the magical prison, so she probably would be able to as well.
Thankfully, he hasn't tried again and she is allowed to roam somewhat freely. Peter seemingly is watching her every move, almost as if he's waiting for her to strike but she isn't going to – she just wants to figure out what is happening.
"Do you know him?" Michelle speaks quietly to Isabella who shakes her head in response. She'd never seen this man before in her life, the arms, however seem a little more familiar. Being able to place where from is the harder part because at the moment her mind is in shambles. "So you probably know a different Peter Parker to the one he does,"
"Yeah," Isabella mumbles. "How many of us do you think there is? I highly doubt only the three of us managed to stumble in here,"
"I don't know," Peter finally says. "However, you're a lot nicer than he was when he came through,"
"Well, I liked my Peter better than he liked his, I guess. You should be happy I actually remember the fact I don't despise Spider–Man anymore,"
Peter looks a little concerned by that which prompts a small smile from Isabella. "Don't worry, my Spider-Man hatred days are behind me. I just want to know how I'm here, I died,"
"You died?" Ned pipes up, eyes wide as he looks at her face. It's almost as if she's trying to figure out if she's real, and when he pokes her cheek with his finger, she flashes her eyes to remind him she is. "Yeah, right, one hundred percent real. Uh, how did you die exactly? Maybe it has something to do with this,"
"Fighting Spider–Man. It was a bit of a misunderstanding that ended up with me falling to my death and all," Isabella shrugs, as if she's over it.
"So you weren't his MJ?" Ned asks.
"I'm nobody's MJ, kid. I'd guess, if I had to, that his 'MJ' was my sister Gwen,"
It's then Isabella moves her eyes to the familiar lizard man who had caused havoc all over New York, including his insane plan to turn everybody onto lizards. She thanks Peter excessively in her mind as she looks at the – well creature? Man? She has no clue.
"You know him though, right?" Peter asks when he looks at her expression.
He receives a nod in response, eyebrows scrunching together. "Doctor Connors, wanted to turn everybody into lizards,"
