Whoever it was who had joined their ragtag group with a shield over his head, Mary Jane couldn't be bothered to care when he was bringing a dinosaur with him. Reaching out to hold tightly to Peter as they all began backing away, her eyes went wide, gaze unwavering from the creature in front of them. If getting stuck in a tree was bad, this was worse -- probably even on par with facing the Green Goblin and Doc Ock.

She'd been about to comment on how well she could run in her dress, having learned from experience, when the dinosaur lunged. "I think you spoke too soon!" she yelled, quickening her pace and beckoning for the others to do the same. "Run!"

It was too late, at least for her. She'd moved away in time to avoid sudden death by dinosaur teeth, but it caught her dress instead, hoisting her up by it and leaving her to dangle upside down. Not even thinking enough, fortunately, to call Peter by name, all she did instead was let out a long, loud shriek. For all the times she'd been close to death before, death by T-Rex was really not something she wanted to experience.