Issue #1: Introducing, the Spider-Family!

In an ordinary world, the young woman awoken by the sound of a passing train would go about her early morning like an ordinary person would. She'd untangle her short, spiky brown hair. Put on her ear piercings. Wipe the crust off her monochromatic eyes and have her school supplies all organized.

It would be left at that in an ordinary world, but she didn't live in that ordinary world. No, sir, she lived in a world of marvels.

No girl her age and background should leave this perfect morning at that. First, she recites Modeh Ani in Hebrew before wearing her workout gear. She opened the drawer beside her and whipped out the latest version of a trusty old design: the ever-reliable web shooter! With a click, she loaded the shooters; the gadget felt so natural on her. With that ready, she reached underneath her pillow and unveiled a familiar red, web-patterned mask. A symbol known worldwide, the mask personified great responsibility and expectations. She takes a breath, dons the mask, and swings out of her room as quietly as any spider would.

Swinging across one of the most magnificent cities in the world, she could practically touch the skies of New York City. Sure, she took this route hundreds of times, but there are just some views that don't get old. Leaping across the Queen's skyline, the misty streets below illuminated by streetlights created an almost dream-like scenery, a perfect symbiosis of fantasy and reality. Her swinging was interrupted when a sharp, tingling sensation tickled the back of her head. Soon, she spots two figures donned in black and armed with high-tech pulse carbines. The criminal accomplices wounded a security guard and now were threatening two bank employees, forcing them to use thier clearance to break in without setting off alarms. They would've gotten away if a friendly neighborhood spider wasn't watching.

"Once we had 'em load the cash, what about 'em?" one of the robbers asked, pointing at the employees.

"No witnesses, ya hear?" the other whispered, pumping his carbine.

"Yikes, dark much!? And all for a bunch of green paper?" a voice echoes across the back alley. The crooks aim their carbines, but two webs spring out of the mist and yank away thier weapons. The crooks, just like everybody else in this city, instantly recognized those webs belonged and tried in vain to escape. A few web shots instantly dashed these hopes and lifted them into the air. Within seconds, they were tied together and suspended by layers of webbing around them. While the employees call the authorities, the girl checks out the two weapons that look straight out of a sci-fi flick. "How are these becoming more frequent? More importantly, why does every bad guy have terrible taste in design? I can make tech that looks cooler than this. You think people committed to a life of crime would want to look cool, or else what's the point?"

Tearing up the weapons like tinfoil, she hurries to her destination: the old sunny side railroad yard. Being one of the most extensive train yards in the city means plenty of space for this marvelous girl to begin her workout regimen. She puts on some tunes and starts with a simple challenge: run two miles there and back while pulling ten tons. Simple! She shoots her webs at a 10-ton train car, gets a good grip on it, and pulls! She clenched her teeth; her muscles strained until she achieved the seemingly impossible by moving the car! She smirked confidently, slung the web over her shoulder, and ran as fast as possible with ten tons behind her. Not for a moment did she slow down. If anything, she moved faster. Simple sit-ups afterward suffice after such a strenuous exercise, but not for her. After stretching, she lies on her back, raises her legs, and webs over a large cinderblock. She catches it with her feet and repeatedly trains her lower muscles by lifting the five-ton block. This girl, she felt compelled to go further. Her marvelous powers made it feel like she had to.

After all, she can bend tungsten metal like it's taffy. She can run circles around speeding bullets. She can punch practically as hard as the Rhino. You heard that right, not a rhino, THE Rhino. She can destroy all Olympic world records in gymnastics and acrobatics without breaking a sweat. She can solve some of the most complex mathematical equations with spare time to finish extra credit. After another successful session, she lay on the ground and caught her breath. Spotting the sun rising fast, the teen hurried back and swung home. As she does so, an observer may ask themselves, how? How could a teen girl do all these spectacular things?! The answer was simple.

This teen girl and her sisters are the daughters of Spider-Man.

Born with these fantastic abilities, she's compelled to be the leader her sisters need.

She is May "Mayday" Watson-Parker. High School Junior and leader of the famous crime-fighting trio, The Marvelous Spider-Girls!

[Later...]

Mayday returned to her room as quietly as she left it. Though her family's two-story home was old, it thankfully wasn't old enough to make loud creaks. Like her room, the house was cozy, nestled between the East River shores and Flushing Bay in the College Point neighborhood. Her room had a great waterfront view, which included sights like Ryker's Island, Hunts Point, and Harding Park. One refreshing shower later, Mayday was dressed and ready for the day, wearing one of her best outfits. Walking out to the upstairs hallway, she approached the bedroom opposite hers and knocked on the door. "April, time to get up. Let's go."

Nothing. Silence is a rare response, given it's usually '$^$%^! off' or ' #$ #$ you!'. She knew it was risky, but she must be assertive; this was a big day. "April," she whispered as she opened the door. She peeked her head in when her spider senses tingled. The source: her twin sister! Mayday narrowly dodges a black and blue gooey tendril aimed at her head; its sharp, whip-like end creates a small crack in the wall behind her.

"Hey! Remember house rules, or I'm telling Mom," Mayday said sternly.

Annoyed, April reels in the otherworldly tendril back into her body. This ability may terrify other people, but you get used to it when you grow up with a half-human, half-symbiote sister. "Meh, I remember. Rule numero uno," April yawned, "no webs, tendrils, or claws in the house." Lazily sitting up, April quickly untangles her lengthy, black, curly hair with her shapeshifting powers imbued by her symbiote physiology.

"That's right," said Mayday as she allowed herself in. The cluttered floor shows how much of a mess April's room is in, especially compared to her room. She helps take out April's backpack, ensuring her school supplies are in there and that there isn't anything potentially illegal. 'Speaking of illegal,' Mayday thought. "Erm, April, you swing straight home after your night shifts, right?"

"Yeah, why? Am I being accused of something?" April asked with some bite to her tone.

"That's not it. Listen, did you run into anybody carrying ugly-looking weapons?"

April blinks in curiosity. "Uh, yeah. It happened last week. A creep tried breaking into his ex's apartment carrying a laser pistol. Practically bigger than him."

"This morning, I stopped two burglars carrying plasma weapons," Mayday shared.

"And that got you curious about why these two-bit losers are carrying heavy-duty weapons, right?"

"Exactly. With no major supervillains in town, these guys looked for anything to give them an upper hand."

"My nose tells me Li's crime family is behind this," April suggests.

"I guess. They have a long history of trafficking and dealing illegal firearms. What doesn't add up is that they had a peace treaty with Mr. Hood's gang last year. A beneficial one at that, so why break it?"

"Because they're bad guys, duh."

"Sure, but they're smart bad guys. Plus, Mr. Murdock would've notified us of any suspicious activity."

April shrugs and falls back to bed, "then it's a big old mystery, and it's too early in the morning to deal with mysteries."

"Fine, suppose we shouldn't jump to conclusions. Get dressed and dress well. We're Juniors now, so we should set an example for Annie."

"She's a sophomore, Mayday. I think she can handle herself."

"It's still the responsible thing to do, April."

"Urgh, fine, just get out of here before you start another one of your longwinded 'responsibility' speeches."

Mayday rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her. "Maybe I give 'longwinded' speeches because you barely care about responsibility," Mayday mumbled as she headed to Annie's room. She tries not to do that; her parents say it's a bad habit, but she can't help it sometimes. April was half-symbiote, not its host like others in the past, but was entirely bonded with it since birth. It was a power no one had seen before. This doesn't change their love for her, but that also means Mayday feels compelled to keep an eye on her, to guide her on the right way to use such power. According to April, she's been doing a half-assed job. That may be true, but upon remembering the times April showed true bravery, then at least a half-ass job was better than failing her. May knocks on Annie's door, her room next to hers. "Annie, time to get up."

"Five more minutes…" Annie whined.

"Am I the only one here who doesn't sleep in?" Mayday whispered.

"I heard that. You know our hearing's also advanced, right?"

"Well, maybe I wanted you to hear me," Mayday said as she entered. She sorted Annie's supplies before turning toward the water tank beside her window. She waves at Annie's pet turtle, Speedy, before tossing in his breakfast of carrot slices. Mayday then notices Annie's web-shooter is empty and still on her worktable. "You forgot to load it again. What if something dangerous happens at school?"

"Oh yeah, because schools are vulnerable in a city full of heroes and no supervillains," Annie yawned, rubbing her green eyes and quickly combing her short, light red hair.

"It doesn't matter if it's a giant robot or a criminal with a gun. We stand ready for anything."

"I know. Sorry, I just had a weird dream last night."

A look of concern appears on Mayday's face. She sits beside Annie, asking, "A dream? You sure it wasn't a spider vision?"

Annie rubs her forehead, "Pretty sure. The visions are clear in what they're showing me. This blurry one only showed three shadowy figures and a tall building."

Mayday pondered briefly before patting Annie on the back. "Sounds like a dream then. Don't let it distract you from your first day as a sophomore. Besides, if anything happens, we'll always be there." Annie smiles back. Mayday can be pretty serious; she can't help but appreciate her older sister's sincerity and kindness sometimes. Mayday smiles back, "I also read yesterday Midtown High is presenting a whole new science wing building, donated with advanced tech by the Starks and Future Foundations."

"Really?!" Annie exclaims, her green eyes practically sparkling. That was the one thing Mayday knew about her little sister. Trying to convince her is almost pointless if something doesn't interest her, but if you have her attention, hoo-boy, you HAVE her attention. Annie grabbed her sister's hand, pulling her to the hall, "Why didn't you say so? I'll be ready in a second," she said before closing the door to get ready.

With a laugh, Mayday reloads her web-shooters, makes sure her suit is well hidden, and grabs her backpack. From the sound of it, her sisters were already dressed. Her nose suddenly picked up a delicious whiff when she reached the stairs. Instantly, Mayday recognized it as Mom's mouthwatering pancakes! 'Oh no,' she thought. If she smelled a whole plate of chocolate pancakes, the ultimate delicious meal served only on special occasions, her sisters certainly caught its whiff, too. Ideally, they'd all share it, but this was one thing the three refused to be equaled on. Mayday tried to be quiet, slowly stepping down to reach those pancakes first when, suddenly, her Spider-Sense tingled!

Not one of immediate danger, however, but from familial presence. Mayday turns to see her sister's heads poking out of their respective rooms. Much like a spaghetti western, they smelt it and stood ideal, waiting for the other to make the first move.

'First place gets the golden eggs!' April spoke with her mind, not her mouth. Making the first move, she leaped out of her room with Annie just behind her, and the two wall-crawl down the hall as Mayday dashed down the flight of stairs.

'You two? Outrunning me? Yeah, rrrrright!' Mayday thought competitively to her sisters. How was this possible for the sisters? Since birth, their spider senses were partially interconnected, creating a psychic link. This offered a few unique abilities. Up to a certain distance, the sisters could sense where each sibling exactly was and speak to one another through their spider senses. It wasn't perfect since it required concentration, and they could lose track of one sibling if they were unconscious or purposely closed off their senses. Most of the time, however, it's proven to be a handy way for the three to communicate and keep tabs on one another out on the field. It's also helpful in quietly trash-talking each other without upsetting their parents.

'April, you jerk! Your speed makes this sooo unfair,' Annie thought as her sister zoomed past her. April shoves past Mayday as she leaps down the stairs. Mayday quickly recovers by leaping over the rail while Annie tries to keep up by sliding down. The sisters soon cluster together, tied for first place, as they cross into the living room. They soon catch sight of the table where those glorious chocolate pancakes sit. When the sisters perform a final sprint toward the goal, they run into an unexpected hurdle: the family cat, Mr. Fluffy. The eight-year-old cat walked across the doorway without a care in the world, causing each sister to react differently.

Mayday stops, not taking any risk of hurting their cat. April takes that risk, but their cat hisses and scrapes her ankles with his claws, nearly tripping her. With her sisters slowed down, Annie took the smartest route and leaped over the cat, landing on her seat on the table. Annie sticks out her tongue with a wide smirk, already putting most of the pancakes on her plate. April growls back at Mr. Fluffy while Mayday feeds the cat his breakfast.

The sisters sit down as their mother's deep red hair shines against the morning sun's rays. Mary Jane Watson-Parker turns around with plates in her hands to see her daughters ready for school. "Stop the presses because Midtown's brightest stars have arrived," Mary Jane said proudly. She kisses each of her daughters on the foreheads, handing them the rest of thier breakfasts their father cooked up. "I hope you all slept well and have sorted out which clubs you'll join. April, I saw you speak to your bandmate Stepth last night. Thinking of prepping for the school's Battle of the Bands?"

Her mother's question snaps April out of being distracted by the two dozen beef sausages on her plate. "Oh, I guess, if we weren't still missing a drummer. She suggested we check out the music club for a future member, but I don't think any kid there could reproduce our sounds."

"If my singing career taught me anything, April, it is that music is not as segregated as you think and that talent comes from unexpected places," Mary Jane advises, and April listens attentively. "There are plenty of unique sounds produced by your colleagues that I'm sure will mix with yours, perhaps even make whole new songs. And I bet you twenty bucks the music club will be your key in completing your quest for a drummer."

"Alright. Thanks, Mom," April responds sincerely. This was one thing Mayday learned long ago. Regarding their mom, April was one of the sweetest to her. She might never admit it herself; she gotta keep up the tough girl persona after all. Still, April was always the first to support and listen to Mom's words. Applying those lessons to her regular and hero life was a different story, but at least she was trying.

Drinking her tea, Mary Jane turns to Annie. "So, I'm sure Mayday told you about the science division, Annie."

"Hm-hmm," she said, quickly swallowing her food. "I can't wait to see how the lessons will incorporate the new tech."

April chimes in, saying, "I don't get the excitement. We handled more advanced gadgets while training under the X-Men and Champions. Why all the hoopla?"

"That was all only superhero business, and Logan and Riri barely let me touch their teams' machinery, "Annie explains. "With this new division at school, I can show everyone how cool my skills are. Like turning nuts and bolts into a mini-fusion reactor or something."

Mary Jane lowers her tea, her eyebrow raised. 'Uh-oh,' both Mayday and April think.

"Oh, so it's only for attention, then?"

Annie blinks in surprise, "No, Mom...Okay, maybe just a little, but why shouldn't I-"

"Anna-May Watson-Parker."

'Crap, she just used the full name.' All three sisters thought.

"I fully support your passions and am very proud of your eagerness. Still, remember that your intellect is a gift, not a privilege. I'm sure your competitive nature also has something to do with this."

"What's wrong with trying to win?" Annie asked.

"What mom is saying, Annie," Mayday injected, "is not to let pride taint you strive to do better. Like when you won that community science competition two years ago and made the second-place kid cry."

Annie tensed up defensively, feeling like she was being targeted. While she couldn't vent this frustration at her mother, she could vent it to her sisters. "Not my fault he was a sore loser," she mutters.

"Sure," Mayday said, "so you bragging off had nothing to do with it? He was just a 'sore loser?'"

"But he-!"

"No buts," an older voice said assertively. The whole family turns to the man walking into the morning light. He had short but fluffy brown hair and a beard while wearing his casual work clothes. He practically dressed as his uncle did: a humble man with worldly experience. Peter Parker, the once-active superhero Spider-Man, is now the head of the humble, non-profit organization Parker Industries. He gives a warm 'good morning' smile to his incredible family.

"Morning, Dad," Mayday smiled with a proud look.

"Yo…" April said casually, now looking at her phone.

"Morning," Annie said quickly, "Look, Dad, you should know how I feel about this. You LOVE this stuff."

"I do, so believe me when I say this: a Parker's passion for science can make them do rash, unhealthy things," Peter said, using his hand to lean on his chair beside Mary Jane.

"But Dad, if you weren't passionate, you wouldn't have gone to that science exhibit and seen that spider."

"Perhaps," Peter shrugs, "but I didn't go into that building because I loved the endeavor. I went in there because I wanted to show off." The sisters all turned their attention to their father. They had all known the amazing tale for years, but this was an entirely new detail. Peter continued, his hand donning his wedding ring grasped by Mary Jane's. "I wanted to impress some girls while showing how cool I was to the boys. Dumb, I know. They were big jerks, but I wasn't a perfect angel either. I couldn't help but be vain and envious of their attention, any attention. I wanted to show them how great I was. I almost kept that attitude too, even after I became Spider-Man...until the first of many hard lessons forced me to be humble with my new power."

Mayday sees Annie's shoulder slump, their father's lesson setting in for her. May glances at April, similarly pondering on thier father's words.

"You understand what your father's saying, Annie?" Mary Jane asks softly.

"I do…"

Peter smiled, saying, "Now then..." before he crashed himself onto his chair with an exhausted sigh. The past several days were nothing but constant worry and stress from work, which was beginning to catch up with him and his work colleagues. "Oy," Peter sighs, Mary Jane already handing him his favorite coffee and bagel.

"Long week?" Mayday asks.

"Yeah, ya sound half-dead," said April.

"Another week of this, and you wouldn't be far off," he chuckled. Sipping his coffee, he continued, "With Parker Industries, I thought I finally made it. No more threats of eviction, no more deducted paychecks, no more desperate part-time jobs. Oh, what a fool I was."

"Yep," April casually said. "Now it's worrying about the company building being evicted and paying your staff enough money despite the dwindling influx of grants."

"As harsh as that was, you're right on the money," Peter said with a finger snap.

"And it's always why I'm fine working another year at the Bugle," Mayday said." Twenty-five bucks an hour ain't chump change. It's also why April will keep for a job, right April?" Her sister responds with an annoyed groan.

"Honestly, it's sweet that you're pitching in, but my career can keep this house afloat just fine. My agent called last night that I got the main role for another big film."

"Hell yeah, Mom!" April cheered as the rest of the table clapped.

"We know, but it's not a hindrance, Mom," Mayday continued. "Heck, I think I've gotten the hang of this photography thing."

"And a new music shop is looking for part-timers," April added, "their break room is just isolated enough to be a good space to practice my guitar."

"Glad you're eager to refine your creativity, April," Mary Jane said.

Peter's phone buzzes with a new message. "Ah, it's just a reminder about tonight's demonstration. Boy, I hope the city sends a quiet crowd this time. Work this week has been nothing but noise."

"About that, Dad, I-"Mayday said before their mom's phone went off.

M.J. claps her hands to get her daughter's attention, "Okay, finish up. Time to go." Mayday and Annie take their last bites before putting on their backpacks. April stretched her mouth wide open, showing her sharp teeth, and devoured her remaining sausages in one bite—another small benefit of being a half-symbiote. "Don't forget," Mary Jane said, tapping her and Peter's cheeks.

"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad," Annie and April said as they kissed their parents on the cheeks.

After they run out, Mayday hangs back, saying, "Annie may have had a vision last night." Her parents sit up. Their gazes turned serious at the possibility of danger to the family.

"How sure are you, Mayday?" M.J. asks.

"Pretty sure. Annie said it was blurry, but she saw a tall building and three shadowy figures. My senses may not tingle, but I can't shake the feeling that this means bad news."

Peter pinches his forehead, staring at his coffee as he thinks. "Okay, we'll handle this, sweetie."

Mayday grips her backpack, asking, "You sure? We have time after school to conduct a search."

"Where would you even begin?" Peter brought up. This is a valid question that Mayday has no answer for. "Mayday, this is Annie's first vision in months. The last time it happened, it saved you three from a dangerous ambush by those Li siblings. This could be just as bad, if not worse. Best to head straight home, where you three will be safe. We'll keep you in touch on what's happening on our end."

A sting of disappointment hits her heart, but she shoves such feelings aside. They soon April shouting outside. "Yo! Mayday! Better get out here before we leave you behind!"

"Bye, mom. Bye, Dad," Mayday says, giving a quick peck to their cheeks before running after her sisters.

With his coffee finished, Peter walked over to the cabinets in the corner of the living room. Peter presses a secret button beneath the top shelf, revealing a hidden compartment. He takes out a spidery comm link, opening a secured channel. "Miles, you there?" Peter asks as M.J. stands by his side.

"Hold on…" the seasoned Ultimate Spider-Man voice buzzed through, "Okay, I'm free. What's up, Pete?"

"We have a potential attack at Parker's H.Q. My daughter had a vision; it was blurry, but she saw a tall building and three figures."

"That's all? Weren't her last visions clearer than that?"

"Not this time, my friend. I have a hunch my industry's big demonstration is a potential target."

"Can't you cancel it or move it to another day?"

"I haven't told you, but Parker Industries ain't doing so hot. It's a long story, but the short version is if I change this demonstration, then we lose big grants and even bigger clients. I can't let this affect my staff or plans for a state-wide clean energy generator."

"I hear ya. Alright, Pete, I'll ask Ms. Marvel and Nova if they can take over my afternoon route. They'll understand. Oh, and better save me a slice of the after-show cake. There will be cake, right?"

"For you, I'll bring three. Thanks, Miles. I'll have the building's security systems on high alert. It'll take a real genius to get past all that."

"Let's hope these guys are dumb as rocks. Alright, Pete, catch ya later."

"Catch you later. Thanks again," Peter said. Shutting off the communicator, a present worry remains on his face.

M.J. reassuringly grasps his hands. "With Miles there, we have nothing to worry about, Tiger."

"I should feel relaxed, but I know what Mayday means. Even without my Spidey-sense tingling, I can't shake this feeling of something…terrible returning."

[Meanwhile...]

"She's hiding something." April's whisper makes Annie look away from her phone. The sisters were walking down the busy main street of downtown Flushing.

"What makes you say that?"

"Whenever Mayday walks way ahead and hasn't said a word, she's brainstorming some superhero stuff." She pulls Annie closer and points, "Now she's about to either sigh or snap her fingers." In a brief moment, Mayday pauses and snaps her fingers, just as April said. All without requiring any Spider-Vision.

"Huh..."

"Yeah," April chuckled. "Now, if she figured something out, she'd clap her hands together. If she didn't, then she'll continue walking."

There's a pause, both sisters closely watching until Mayday sighs and continues walking.

"Wow, this one's got her stump."

The sisters catch up with Mayday. Annie asked, "What's wrong? Is it what I saw?"

"I... don't know, and that's the problem," Mayday answered as they approached a four-lane intersection.

"Mayday Watson-Parker. The girl who got to make everything her business," April says sassily. "You're fretting over fake visions and a couple of peashooters. Is it because you genuinely care, or are you this antsy for real action that you'll pursue any lead?"

Mayday scoffs, "Why on earth would I be antsy? Do you think I want something bad to happen, April? I went over this with Mom and Dad. They're taking it seriously enough to have us benched later. It's why I'm thinking of-"

"What?!" April exclaims.

"You talked with Mom and Dad without telling us?"

"I felt that I had to, and even they don't know what to make of it," Mayday said, trying to reassure her, but Annie's look of doubt wasn't a great sign.

"Wow, great progress there, Sherlock. Because you couldn't let it go, we're now stuck at home all night," April bemoans.

"Hey, I don't like it either, but this might be the best way to keep you two safe from an unknown, dangerous threat. You remember the last time a vision happened. We almost got creamed by the Li Twins."

"YOU almost got creamed, that fight, but not me. Besides, it's not like we don't have awesome powers to handle this new threat. Be real with me, sis. Do you really believe that, or is it because Dad's favorite doesn't have the backbone to talk back?"

"April, I won't have this discussion again. We're all equals, period," Mayday said, her voice raised. April scoffs, unfazed by her sister's words.

Annie sighed. An argument between those two was hardly new, but she wasn't in the mood to butt in. 'First day already off to a great start,' she thought. Annie just put her headphones on when her green eyes shimmered. A sharp gasp escapes her as she experiences a Spider-Vision!

It was like watching a movie scene play out. A loud crash and blaring of horns echo all around her. A sizeable armored truck suddenly rammed the cars, driving through the middle of the intersection. Its hulking frame appeared out of a wide alleyway, surprising everyone. It rams and crushes six vehicles without slowing down. An old blind man crossed the street and didn't even notice. Over a dozen civilians are killed, with several cars thrown toward the surrounding structures, including the one behind them!

Right as it ends, Annie returns to the present, minutes before disaster. The fate of innocents was now in her hands. Determined, she zips open her bag, spotting her light blue spider suit. 'Time to turn this into a deleted scene!' She grabs her sisters' shoulders, warning them through their shared spider-sense, 'Armored truck, coming in from three-o-clock!'

Mayday and April drop the conversation instantly. Mayday spots no one walking down the sidewalk they're on and leads her sisters to the roof via web shooters. Once behind cover, they each suit up. Mayday swiftly removed her clothes, unveiling the red and blue pattern spider suit beneath. Her trademark spider symbol spans her whole torso. Finally, she dons her red mask and calibrates her high-tech white lenses with her web-shooters. April clenched her teeth as she morphed symbiote tendrils out of her body. They swirled around her, and within seconds, she shapeshifted her form into her trusty spider suit, a dark blue variant of Mayday's suit but with larger lenses and black claws on her hands. Annie is the last to finish, suiting up to her light blue and black suit with red web-shooters wrapped around her wrists. She quickly adjusts the red bag around her waist before donning her red domino mask. Right on queue, the sisters' spidey senses kick in, looking over the intersection to spot the armored truck skidding out of the alley.

Mayday fully enters leader mode. "Wild-Spider, you know what to do. Spiderling, you go left while I go right."

"Got it!"

Once again, the Spectacular Wild-Spider and the Stunning Spiderling swing into action, led by the Amazing Spider-Girl!

Spider-Girl and Spiderling use their webs to zip over the intersection at fast enough speeds to allow the sisters to get behind the speeding truck. Upon webbing thier feet firmly onto the cement, the two fire a barrage of webs that stick to the back of the truck. "Hey, no speeding!" both quip as they pulled with thier combined strengths. The sheer weight and horsepower of the armored vehicle's engines caused great strain on them, but their efforts were worth it when the truck began to slow down. Still, it was coming in pretty fast, and several passing cars were still in the way despite surrounding pedestrians scattering from the truck's trajectory. Both sisters shout, "Wild-Spider, NOW!"

An old blind man was in the truck's trajectory as he crossed the street, inevitably about to be struck if not for Wild-Spider. "Gotcha," she said as she swung and snatched him up, safely plotting him on the other side.

"Woah! My, what a kinda young lady," he thanked.

'Hmph, doubt he'd say that if he saw who I really am,' April pondered as she stood before the oncoming truck. With her symbiote powers, she plants her feet into the cement and expands her arms to catch the truck right as it rammed into her. The truck comes to a dead stop, its massive engine block crushed by Wild-Spider's immense durability. Civilians start to pour out of thier cars and the surrounding buildings, realizing the three young heroines just prevented a deadly crash that would've taken over a dozen lives.

Spider-Girl and Spiderling leap over to their sister. "You okay?"

April waved away some smoke and stretched her arms with a chill demeanor. "Pssh, I took tougher hits than this." Before anyone could celebrate, a masked figure stumbles out of the truck driver's seat. He tries to crawl away but is quickly webbed by Wild-Spider, "Oh no, you don't. You still have a speeding ticket to pay and questions to answer, pal!" She tears off his mask, uncovering a shocking reveal. This man wasn't a man, but a robot! Complete with a terminator-looking skull with wires popping out of his head.

"Woah. Twist of the year," Annie said, inspecting the robot closely.

"Well, now we know why our culprit was driving so crazy. He's got a few screws loose," Spider-Girl quipped.

"Urgh, barf," April gagged. She was never a fan of Mayday's puns.

"That's odd," Annie murmured, "I've seen my fair share of robotics but never one with this kind of craftsmanship."

"Perhaps a new, rogue villain created it. If so, we got a wily tinkerer to catch," Mayday said.

"But the Tinkerer has been in jail for years."

"No, Annie, I wasn't referring to THAT tinkerer. It was just an express-"

Mayday and the sisters stop when their spider senses tingle. They leap away when a surge of electricity comes from the truck. Whatever internal electronic systems it held inside were now beginning to short-circuit! The Spider-Girls get any surrounding civilians to safety, unsure of what's inside or how dangerous this truck's contents are. Suddenly, the vehicle's roof opens, and a significant mechanism emerges to unleash a dozen humanoid attack drones. Thier metallic frames were covered mainly by a strange metallic goo, forming a perfect symbiosis of cybernetics and nanotech. Each of the drone's heads was concealed in a glass dome. These domes then flashed red when they set thier sights on the Spider-Girls. The drones flew up into that air and hovered over them; the head drone snapped thier fingers, activating several robot dogs that sprang from the truck's sides.

[SPIDER-GIRLS, DETECTED. INITIATING COMBAT PARAMETERS] the drones said in unison. They unveil their personal arsenals of arm blades, flame flowers, missiles, and laser cannons.

The Spider-Girls stand in shock at this sudden escalation before Annie whispers what's all on their minds. "We're gonna be late for school, aren't we?"

"Super-duper late," April and Mayday said in unison.

The drones sprang to the attack, but the neighborhood heroines quickly responded. "Spider-Girls, attack!" Mayday commands. The dynamic trio sprang into action! Doing so, each brainstormed ways to defeat these pesky robots and guess which excuses their teachers would believe this time.


A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this issue! Writing about their sister's dynamics was very enjoyable. It's cool highlighting the strains of family drama while reminding readers that they have each other's back no matter what. Who could be behind the creation of these killer robots? And what ultimately awaits our spectacular Spider-Family?!

Find out next time in Issue #2 of THE MARVELOUS SPIDER-GIRLS!