take me back to the night we met

“Awesome Spider-Man costume,” the woman tells Gwen. “Can we get a picture with you? My niece will love it. She’s planning on being Spider-Man for Halloween, too.”Gwen blinks at her behind the lenses of her mask, frowning. “Sorry...did you say Spider-Man?”“Yeah, that’s your costume, right?” the woman’s companion says. He mimes shooting webs. “You know—friendly neighborhood Spider-Man? The web-slinging crime-fighting superhero? Our boy in red and blue?”Gwen blinks again. “Uh, right…Spider-Man.”She lets the couple take a selfie with her, thanking them as they continue on their way. She frowns into the laundromat storefront again.“Toto, I’ve got a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she mutters to her reflection in the window.