She continued to draw more of her comic, it wasn't in color but someone else could do that with her supervision. Pay was good but nothing beat getting paid in doing something you love. She practiced a lot over the summer and even in high school. A young woman at the age of 19 was sitting in her room making the last finishing touches on the piece of paper. Then her little friend had come down from the ceiling on a single silver line of web onto the piece of paper. She smiled slightly seeing him put some webbing on the paper and made way to the dark green door. The spider sticked it to the outside of the door leaving it hanging by a few silver threads of silk.

The Black Widow with a orange hour-glass instead of a red one meant he was something else entirely... the comic writer layed on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking... that spider... what he truly was... that hourglass meant something to her... time was certainly of the essence.

That spider was something unique, a different being entirely.