In her memories of someone else's childhood -- someone else's memories, rather -- there were kid things, but there were no powers things, because for Peter of course that hadn't started until the spider-bite.

This was a rather different scenario. She hadn't considered those possibilities.

"Oh heck yes," she said, sitting bolt upright, then unfolding her legs to launch her into a small somersault that ended with her bouncing into the same sitting position, to check that, yes, she could still manage all that.