It took some time but finally the criminal underworld was hers. Looking at the woman for the first time, no one would have expected er to be the one to put the likes of Tombstone and Hammerhead in their place. Dressed in the finest fashions the young woman oozed sex appeal that concealed a darkness that built and built under a marriage that was doomed from the start. She thought back to the day that changed her life constantly. It was almost a year ago Mary Jane Watson was walking down sixth avenue when an explosion erupted out of the sky. Weird looking creatures came through and began wreaking havoc. Probably here to seek revenge on a hero like her ex. Just another Tuesday in New York. As found cover for shelter she had an epiphany. While her husband and those like him were always trying to protect the world from it's end, it was the little people who always the victim of their actions. The so called heroes were in fact the real villains. By the time the battle was over she knew what she needed to do. She would use her fame and wealth to gain influence. To persuade those to her cause and make it so that no one would ever be hurt by her ex or his friends.
As she came back to reality, Mary Jane or Marion as she now preferred to be called but only by her closest of associates. The woman staring back at her was a very different woman from when this campaign started. The model physique became a honed body without almost a trace of body fat. Gone were the designer dresses, replaced by fine tailored pantsuits that still exuded her sexiness. Most shocking of all though was her hair. In her climb to the top of the criminal underworld, she had removed her once crowning glory to a shiny bald head. It had taken some getting used to but she realized it was for the best to help keep an intimidating presence on those who now followed her. And she could never be seen as weak to them...save for one. She was the only one who could see her at her weakest. Her beloved and faithful companion.
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