Against all odds, yes.

'MJ' walked him into the warehouse and led him down a set of stairs. They came to an impossible strong door, to which she scanned in with ease. Peter walked behind her, on alert, but sensing no danger. To saw he was shocked by what he saw was an understatement.

Before him were gadgets and experiments and, well, science. "I'll be right back. I need to go change before I fill you in on all of this," she said, dashing off. She wasn't at all worried about the real MJ. She'd hidden her away in a cryotube off somewhere for if and when she ever wanted her body back. For now...

Peter had been turned around, looking at the experiments. These chemicals... medicines? "Erhem, Tiger?" MJ cleared her throat, causing him to turn on his heels.

He almost jumped out of his suit when he saw the arms. "MJ, you—!"

"Relax, relax," she said, moving towards him slowly. "It's a suit. Like your Iron Spider suit... Well, kind of. I made them more tactile and versatile. They respond to the neurons firing on my back, almost like I'm controlling another set of limbs without actually having them attached in any way. They're safe, I promise."

He was speechless. He wasn't even sure what to say.

"The truth is, I'm not the MJ you know. In fact, I'm not even MJ at all," the mechanical tendrils ran along the the curves of her body. "My name is Olivia Octavius. I'm from another universe. After coming here, I decided to observe you. In order to do that, I needed to be close to you. So, I swapped bodies with your bimbo wife and began observing." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was a small matter.

"You— what? Where's MJ?" He shouted through his mask.

"Relax, Tiger, she's fine. I put her in a cryotube in my body. But, don't worry about her. We don't need her anymore! I'm a much better MJ than her, aren't I? I'm sure you prefer me to her."