Alright, people, let's do this one last time.
My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last twenty-one years, I thought I was the one and only Spider-woman. I'm pretty sure you know the rest. I saved the city, fell in love, saved the city some more, maybe too much. Then like sixteen years passed, blah, blah, blah, super boring, I broke my back, pretty sure I cracked my head open two times, a drone flew into my face, I buried Aunt May. My best friend Peter Parker got killed, buried him too. But I handled it like a champion. 'Cause you know what? No matter how many times I get hit, I always find a way to get back up. Flash forward a couple years, I'm in my apartment doing push-ups, doing ab crunches, getting strong, and definitely not attempting suicide for the 1000th time this week when this weird thing happened. And I gotta say, weird things happen to me a lot. But this was real weird. You see, I was in New York, but not my New York. And then, I woke up here.
All right lets do this one more time. Hi my name is Y/n Parker I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for 1 year I've been the one and only Spider Woman. You guys might know the rest. I saved people while trying to balance schoolwork and a social life and I'd say i'm doing a great job. Although I was not able to save my family. Its safe to say I don't try to get close to many people thinking I would hurt them. On the bright side my dads aunt took me in. Ever sense I've joined groups to help on missions and got into a great school you could say this was going to be great.
Yeah that's what I thought too but life had other plans for me.