It's never the one you expect...

"Wait a minute!" cried Gwen Stacy to her mysterious twin. "You expect me to give up my boots, my mask and my web shooters just because you said so?"

"No," said the woman who looked like Gwen. "I expect you to give them up because I'm pointing a gun at you."

"But why?" asked Gwen. "I never did anything to you."

"It's nothing personal," said the other Gwen. "Just business. Now hand them over."

"But I'll be naked," said Gwen.

"And?" asked the other Gwen.

"Have a heart," said Gwen. "Robbing me is like robbing yourself."

"No, it's not," said the other Gwen. "It's like robbing someone who just looks like myself. Big difference. Now hand them over."

Gwen swallowed a lump in her throat and told herself that she had ****. And what would be the point of fighting anyway? She was already close enough to total nudity as it was. Holding on to these last few items wasn't going to change that.

And yet something within her burned at the idea of just handing her stuff over like an average victim. If only she could get the gun away from her would-be robber...

Just then a voice cried out, "Hey, what's going on up there?"

At that point, the other Gwen paused. "Oh, no," she said. "They've caught up with me."

"Who's caught up with you?" asked Gwen.

But because the other Gwen could answer, a bright light was shining in Gwen's eyes. And before she could move, Gwen felt a brief pinprick in her left shoulder. A pinprick that seemed to have been caused by a tranquilizer dart.

At which point everything got really hazy...