"Are you...are you okay?"
"First off—since when do you care? Second do I look okay?" Anya snapped back, her heart still racing. She could feel a sheen of sweat coating her body, could feel the dizziness that accompanied the loss of her powers. She was definitely not okay. "I just got jumped by a bunch of black-cloaked gutter ghosts. I'm stuck in the future, my powers are working as well as my papi's record player, and I'm pretty sure you and some megacorp billionaire are my only friends. Which is really stretching the word, to be honest! So, no, I am very much not okay."
She saw Spider-Man's hand move quickly it reached for his face. At first Anya thought he was going to sigh, or complain, or do something equally annoying like before. But no. He seemed to be grabbing his face—his mask. Next thing she knew, he'd yanked it off, and she was staring at Miguel O'Hara's face—the same face of that "megacorp billionaire" she'd just been ripping on. Life was wild, y'all.
"Looks like you only have one friend," Miguel said, a slight smile on his face.
——Araña/Spider-Man 2099: Dark Tomorrow
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