She looked at herself in the mirror. Ever since the accident her whole life has changed. For one thing, expensive clothes are out, she'd have to rip holes in the back of anything she would wear. Luckily though the social concept of women's breasts being a 'taboo' thing had been abolished long ago. Even if it wasn't the breasts wouldn't be the reason people turned away. That'll be the arms, and right now those arms were crushing the throat of her most hated rival, spider-man. He was holding his arms and legs with four of her six tentacles the other two here around his throat. She won, he went unconscious and she removed his mask, it was her assistant Alex O'Hara. Shit, when the goblin learns she's responsible for spider-man he'll have her head on a spike, literally. She left him dead on the streets. It wasn't long before she was halfway across the city. Explosions shook the city as the goblin and maestro and their cultists pushed hard into the city. Hopefully the X-men can hold off the two most powerful beings in this city. She found a nice cabin in the Appalachian mountains and set up a new shop. If maestro can find the resources to turn himself into a new hulk and with the craziness of goblin behind him. It won't be long before her new home will be raided on. She needed to create and army, or a sinister six. Recreating Sandman would be impossible but with modern tech she figured her best bet would be Scorpion, Rhino, Vulture, Mysterio, Chameleon, and well herself. She needed six recruits, no time to find consensual ones. Also she needed to either create tech or serums to turn these people into what she needed. However, her searches piqued someone's interest, who's
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