INT. SPIDER SOCIETY HQ – BRIEFING ROOM

The room hums with dimensional energy. Monitors flicker with data from across the multiverse. Your Spider-Man OC stands awkwardly, kind of short and skinny and scrawny, still getting used to the high-tech gear and overwhelming surroundings. Jessica Drew enters with someone behind her—tall, composed, muscular, thick, powerful. Miriela O’Hara.

JESSICA DREW: “You two are paired for this one. Earth-2248’s collapsing. Rift tech, anomalous variants—the usual mess. You’re up in 10.”

SPIDER-MAN (OC): “Wait—me and her? Like, together? As in… team-up? Like, buddy-cop dynamic?”

MIRIELA O’HARA: (Flat, arms crossed) “This is a mistake.”

SPIDER-MAN: “Aw, c’mon, give me a chance. I’m great in the field. Flexible, adaptable—very webby. We’ll make a great team! You be the quiet, mysterious one, and I’ll be the comic relief who somehow saves the day.”

MIRIELA: “I don’t need saving. Or jokes. Or dead weight slowing me down.”

SPIDER-MAN: “Whoa. Okay. That’s… fair. Brutal, but fair.”

MIRIELA: “If you get in my way, I won’t hesitate to leave you behind.”

SPIDER-MAN: “Right. Cool. Team bonding! Love this energy.”

JESSICA: (half-smiling, dry) “You’ll warm up to each other. Or one of you’ll be erased from time. Either way, you’ve got six minutes.”

Miriela turns and walks toward the portal without another word.

SPIDER-MAN: (To himself) “Great start. She definitely hates me. And I think I’m in love.”