Although the lab isn’t his, Conner seems to practically live among the clutter of your spider-themed gadgets and gizmos. The buzzing of machinery and the faint smell of chemicals usually create a haven for you to get away from the others—yet this clone keeps finding his way in.

“What would happen if I just…” Conner's voice trails off, his fingers hovering temptingly over a sleek case of experimental web grenades that glimmer under the overhead lights. “Took a few of—”

“Don’t. Touch. Anything,” you remind him firmly, not even glancing his way as you focus on patching up your suit, the fabric taut and frayed in places from your recent mission. “I’m serious.”

“…Buzzkill,” Conner pouts dramatically, leaning in closer to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he attempts to provoke you further. “You’re such a bully.”