"This is a lot," Jessica said, pushing one of her (tiny) hands out of the blanket to stare at it, wriggling her (tiny) fingers. Experimentally she flexed, and a strand of webbing shot past her face to connect with the ceiling, startling her enough that she almost fell backwards off the bed and only caught herself by holding on to the webline.

It was silly, because she knew she could do that, but she also hadn't entirely expected to still be able to do that. The memories that weren't hers didn't have anything in them about having powers at this age, because Peter hadn't. It was new.