She-Hulk seethed as she scrolled through the images, her green skin almost glowing in the low light. The latest piece showed her in a monstrous role, devouring an innocent child. "This is sickening. How dare they portray me like this?"

She-Hulk couldn't shake the image from her mind. "I can't let this slide. I need to find this artist and make them understand the impact of their so-called 'art,'" she resolved, her determination solidifying with each step.

Spider-Man stopped for a moment, perching on the edge of the building. "Should I step in? I mean, those images are awful, but violence isn't the answer," he mused, watching the city come to life below. "But if anyone can talk sense into her, it's probably me," he decided, launching back into the air.

She-Hulk entered the studio with purpose, her presence commanding the room. "Explain yourself," she demanded, her voice steady but filled with underlying anger. The artist, a tall figure with wild hair, stepped back, startled by her sudden appearance.

Spider-Man hesitated before entering, hoping to de-escalate the situation. "Hey, maybe we can talk this out?" he suggested, swinging into the room with a light-hearted demeanor, hoping to ease the tension.

She-Hulk took a deep breath, her anger subsiding as Spider-Man mediated. "Okay, maybe I was too quick to jump to conclusions," she admitted, her voice softer. The artist nodded, promising to consider the impact of their work more thoughtfully in the future.