Gwen was no stranger to head-trauma, and the hit she felt this time actually knocked her all the way back as well. Leave it to Jameson to always have something up his sleeve, to always turn the situation into one that benefited him. Fine, whatever, she'd take the hit, maybe start hallucinating Spider-Ham at any moment. It didn't matter. Gwen just wanted to shut his stupid mouth once and for all.

"A menace like you needs to be brought to justice! Parker may have been the first, but he won't be last if you're left out in the streets!"

Right, right. She had her wanted posters plastered throughout the city, and a media empire pushing for her arrest. Heck, she had even memorized the hotline number they could call for tips on the big bad Spider-Woman.

"Yeah, I'm a real threat alright. Girl who's living off of corndogs and can't even hold a damn job for a day before being snatched into some huge universe-endangering mess. That's your Spider-Woman."

Couldn't even save Peter, while she was at it.

"You know, I just remembered something."

She fired some webbing right at Jameson.

"I really can't stand your face."