Kate Bishop.

New York, December 24. Snow fell slowly on the streets, covering the sidewalks and rooftops with a thin white layer. Christmas lights illuminated the shop windows as people hurried past the decorations and through the cold.

Peter Parker had just left a small coffee shop, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. He'd stopped by hoping to see MJ, but finding her boyfriend waiting for her had been enough to remind him that this life was no longer his.

With his hands in his coat pockets, he began to wander aimlessly along the sidewalk. Then, a golden retriever appeared, running through the crowd, followed by a young woman trying to catch up with it.

—Lucky! Hey, come back here!

The girl quickened her pace, paying little attention to what was in front of her. A second later, she bumped directly into Peter.

—Oh! My God!

Kate stepped back a little, holding her coat as she looked at the stranger with a surprised expression.

—I'm so sorry! My dog ​​decided today was a good day to ruin my life...

He glanced quickly in the direction Lucky was still running and then looked back at Peter.

Are you okay? I didn't spill the coffee on you, did I?