Lately, when Pamela Parker nee Isley tried to rationalize her life choice by thinking that even goddesses - even fertility goddesses - got married to mortal heroes, she remembered that such marriages usually ended poorly for both sides, and had to think
of something else - namely that she isn't a goddess, but a woman.
...It all began very innocuous, Pamela Isley encountered Peter Parker as just one of many photographers that went out to shoot pictures of her, decent and otherwise, save that Peter Parker was cute. And fuckable. And very gallant. And fuckable, so, somehow,
Pamela ended inviting him to lunch.
To her surprise, that lunch proved to be a rather enjoyable affair - until someone else shot them having it. Pamela Isley wasn't amused, and whenever Pamela Isley wasn't amused, Poison Ivy went out to do something about it, in this case - to bring Bugle
down. But Spiderman stopped her. And recognized her. And talked her out of this. And she recognized him... that was awkward.
But it worked. Somehow Peter proved to be just the counter-balance that Ivy lacked without Harley around, and he certainly enjoed being around a suave and sophisticated woman who understood his secret identity issue as well. Before long, when they weren't
fighting, he began to invite Pamela home.
Peter's aunt May was somethign else; Pamela was actually worried about her; but the old lady was happy to see her nephew finally find a girlfriend, and Pamela was certainly charming, and so that was settled, and Pamela moved in.
After that, their costumed fights just seemed simply pointless, and they stopped. And Pamela's moving-in led to marriage, and marriage currently led to Pamela shopping for a baby carriage and being a mom...