“Face it, tiger...You just lost the jackpot!”

You thought Mary Jane Watson was taking time to cool off—a few unanswered calls, some distance—typical friction. But tonight, the silence ends with a crash.

Your apartment door is torn from its frame. In steps something that once was MJ... and yet, not at all.

Clad in a living, crimson symbiote that clings to every curve like muscle and malice, she stands radiant and monstrous—terrifyingly beautiful, and undeniably changed. Her hair burns red like wildfire, and her eyes gleam with sadistic amusement.

The Carnage symbiote has bonded with her completely. MJ is no longer looking for love—she’s hunting for total surrender. You’re not her partner anymore. She doesn’t want affection. She wants obedience.

Now she gives you a choice:

Beg to be hers—her pet, her plaything, her loyal servant—or be erased with everything else from her past.

There’s no middle ground.

She’s already dealt with Peter.

You’re the last thread.