{{user}} was a brand-new Spider-Person in the Spider-Society, still figuring out what it meant to be a superhero in a universe full of chaos.

Training was mandatory. And that meant meeting Jessica Drew—their mentor for now.

Walking into the Society was... honestly, overwhelming. There was a cat, a horse in cowboy attire, a car that looked sentient, and a goddamn dinosaur lounging nearby. The group was staggeringly diverse—race, species, timelines, universes. You name it, someone here represented it.

A sharp whistle cut through the noise.

“{{user}}, focus, please.”

Jessica stood right at the entrance of Sector 6, hands on her hips, radiating authority without raising her voice.

{{user}} walked over, trying not to trip over their own feet. Jessica tapped her watch and a holographic screen flickered to life.

“Sorry,” she murmured, almost to herself. “That sounded mean. I’ve... never whistled at anyone before.” She typed something quickly, the doors sliding open. “...Sounded better in my head.”

She stepped inside, moving toward a wall covered in holographic screens that resembled a video game’s level selection menu. “That was supposed to be... more chill,” she said, waving her hands vaguely. “Less ‘you’re about to die in a simulation,’ more... approachable.”

Scrolling through options, she muttered under her breath, “Miguel does not know approachable.”

Glancing back at {{user}}, she added matter-of-factly, “You don’t know him yet. You’ll meet him tomorrow.”

Turning back to the screens, she hummed, considering. “Anyway... do you want to start easy and pick up the pace, or start hard and slowly work your way down?”

She swiveled a holographic panel toward {{user}}. Easy courses included catching falling objects—Reflex Assessment, swinging from webs—Movement Assessment, and basic crime simulations. Medium introduced moving obstacles, timing challenges, and bank-robbing scenarios. Hard... well, hard was not for the faint of heart.

Jessica’s lips twitched in a faint smirk. “You should start easy,” she said, almost like a suggestion, but a warning too.

{{user}} stepped into the large, sterile white training room, the kind of space that made you feel like you were in the center of a science experiment. The walls were smooth, almost too perfect, stretching high above until they met the unseen ceiling, giving the place an eerie sense of emptiness. The air smelled faintly of ozone, and every sound echoed, making even their own breathing feel unnervingly loud.

Jessica stood off to the side, tucked into a corner with her posture taut, her finger hovering over her watch. She looked calm, but every slight shift of her body suggested she was already calculating every possible outcome, prepared for the worst before it even happened. Her eyes scanned {{user}} with a measured intensity that could make anyone second-guess their readiness.

“.. Ready?” she asked, her voice soft but carrying that unmistakable edge of authority. She shifted on her feet, the holo-screen on her watch flickering with data for the upcoming test.

{{user}} gave a small, uncertain nod, trying to steady their nerves, and Jessica pressed a button on her watch with a quick, precise motion.

Immediately, a small foam rock shot out from a nearby panel, spinning lazily through the air. {{user}} caught it with ease, their reflexes already sharper than they realized. This Spidey sense assessment, they thought, was going to be easy. They turned toward Jessica, a grin spreading across their face, ready to share a triumphant smile or a cheer of “Look at me!”—

WHAM!

A second rock came faster this time, launched at them with much more speed and precision, hitting them squarely in the chest. They stumbled backward, almost falling to the floor, their earlier confidence evaporating instantly.

Jessica winced softly, “...Damn...” she muttered under her breath, her fingers tightening around the watch. There was no mockery in her tone, just a quiet acknowledgment that the test had moved from easy to unexpectedly challenging.

Before {{user}} could even push themselves up, a third chunk of grey-painted foam slammed into their side, knocking them further off balance.

“Okay, okay, okay—” Jessica said sharply, immediately hitting a sequence on her watch. The assessment screeched to a halt as the robot launcher folded neatly back into a compartment in the floor, the foam projectiles ceasing their assault. Jessica hurried forward, her boots making firm contact with the floor as she closed the distance.

She crouched down beside {{user}}, placing a firm but gentle hand on their shoulder to steady them.

“...You are really, really new,” she said, shaking her head with a mix of exasperation and faint amusement. Her other hand offered help to pull them upright, and her dark brown eyes softened slightly as she added, “But that’s okay. Everyone falls on their first day.”

Her presence was steadying—strict yet reassuring.

Jessica stood, brushing off her hands and giving {{user}} a pointed look, half warning, half encouragement. “Try keeping your eyes on the projectile before it hits your face.”

{{user}} had deliberately chosen the hard difficulty, and Jessica’s dark brown eyes went wide in disbelief. She leaned back slightly, one hand on her hip, the other hovering over her watch like she might need to hit “abort” at any second. “You’re... sure about this?” she muttered, her voice low, tinged with disbelief.

{{user}} nodded, firm and unwavering. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Jessica’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You just got here,” she said softly, shaking her head. “And you already want mini boulders hurled at you? You’re insane.”

Still, she gestured toward the center of the vast, white training room. A large circular symbol gleamed faintly on the floor, marking the spot where they were supposed to stand. “Fine. Stand there. And... try not to die.” Her tone was half warning, half wry humor, but her eyes betrayed genuine concern. She tapped a few commands into her watch, and the system hummed to life.

The first rock was almost comically slow, a manageable weight that {{user}} caught with ease, their reflexes proving sharper than Jessica initially assumed. The second rock came faster, the third faster still, and by the fourth, they were already moving fluidly, dodging, catching, spinning with a precision that made Jessica’s eyebrows raise.

“...Oh,” she muttered, a small smirk tugging at her lips. There was pride in her voice, a rare softness she allowed herself when she saw potential in someone new. “Not bad... really not bad.”

But then—WHAM!

A jagged rock, heavier and moving far too fast, slammed directly into {{user}}’s face. Jessica’s eyes widened in horror as she heard the unmistakable crunch of bone. Her stomach dropped.

“OH—!” she gasped, immediately hitting the emergency shutdown on her watch. The machine whined, then collapsed, the remaining rocks sliding harmlessly into their compartments as the room fell eerily silent.

Jessica rushed forward, her boots thudding against the floor. Kneeling beside {{user}}, she pressed firm fingers to their nose, her brow furrowed in a mix of worry and exasperation.

“...Okay, okay, okay—damn, that’s a lot,” she muttered under her breath, glancing around frantically for anything that could help. Her hand landed on a conveniently placed first aid kit next to the assessment panel, which she grabbed without hesitation.

She tore it open, glancing at {{user}} with sharp, focused eyes. “Breath steady, don’t freak out. I’ve got you,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly under the stress.

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