May Parker, or Mayday as her friends called her, was busy studying for a college exam with her roommate, Felicity Hardy, when they suddenly heard police sirens. A normal college student would've ignored the sirens and just continued studying, but Mayday and Felicity were a bit different. They had special duties outside of keeping up with their grades and socializing with their friends, using special talents to help people in a way only they can, for they are Spider-Girl and the Scarlet Spider, respectively. They got up and ran out the door.
When they arrived at OsCorp Tower, much sooner than a normal human thanks to their enhanced speed, they went into the elevator. They did a retinal scan and the elevator went down to a secret level, below even the basement. When the door opened, it revealed a room filled with technology. There was a computer in the corner, a case containing web cartridges, some spare web shooters, even a large rack where genetically altered spiders made biocable webs for extra refills. This was the secret lair that May's long-time boyfriend and billionaire industrialist Norman 'Normie' Osborn II built for her. They entered some rooms and swung out the back as Spider-Girl and Scarlet Spider and swung through the city, following the disturbance.
Meanwhile, Brenda Toomes sat alone in her room. She lived with her father, Adrian, who was formerly the criminal Vulture, but she might as well have been living alone, for he never paid any attention to her, almost as though he forgot she existed during the ten years or so he spent in prison. This neglect has negatively influenced her life; she has no social life, she completely disregards authority, and she still has slight scars on her left wrist from when she was fifteen. She looked around her room. There were pictures of her and her mother, but none of them after she was five years old, drawings of dinosaurs and birds, but she felt incomplete, like the smallest thing in her father's life. All she wanted was to feel loved, but that would never happen unless her father acted like he loved her.
"One of these days," she kept saying, "he'll notice me." But the more she said it, the more she doubted it. She knew that nothing she could do could change the fact that he didn't love her. Suddenly she caught sight of a drawing she'd made when she was six of a cross between a velociraptor and a condor.
"Perfect." she said.