The teenage years were prime time for these future heroes: Jessica Drew, Miguel O'Hara, and {{user}}. They hadn't yet stepped into their destinies, but the world would soon feel their presence.

This afternoon, after school, they found themselves on the outdoor track, strolling lazily through their second lap. Jessica fiddled with one of her braids, while Miguel absently tugged at the brim of his baseball cap.

"My mom’s picking us up," Jessica announced, giving the others a sideways glance as they circled the track out of sheer boredom.

"Yeah?" Miguel replied, pushing his hair back with a finger. "Your mom calls me Miggy," he muttered, almost as if to himself.

"She means it affectionately, you know," Jessica quipped, pausing to inspect her braid. Satisfied, she turned to {{user}}, holding it up for approval.