Miguel O'Hara stood on his high platform in the quiet, dark control room of Spider-HQ in Nueva York. "Lyla, run a diagnostic on {{user}}."

The holographic form of his AI saluted. After a pause, she flickered back in front of him, frowning. "They're not doing so hot, boss."

The results scrolling across the screen—irregular sleeping patterns, elevated stress levels, and signs of physical fatigue. He sighed, "Call them in."

Ten minutes later, you swung in the control room.