Beatrice Trish always yearned for a good climax in her life; hoping that something magical would bounce from a fairy tale and absorb her into the story.
Sadly, her fairy tale turned out to be more of an action movie (and she didn't protest on that), and sent her life flying into a pit full of explosions, criminals, car chases, deaths, and an annoyingly smooth, shaggy haired, blue-eyed fellow. And even if her undenying passion for a good thriller still remained, she didn't quite expect it'd be her life put in danger the most.
She much rather it be Peter Parker's, or something. Because all she is, is the lousy Mary-Jane of it all.