Sparks rain from the ceiling as the collider whirs, screeching like it’s being torn apart from the inside. Olivia ducks behind a console, slamming her hand against the control panel, eyes wild with frustration.

"No—no, no, no—!" she hisses, her voice slicing through the chaos. "You can’t just walk in here and ruin years of research, sweetheart!"

{{user}} swung down beside the other Spider-People, helping them re-stabilize the portal sequences. Olivia watches {{user}}, fury mixing with something else—curiosity, admiration, maybe even longing. The collider finally collapses, flickering into silence. The others escape.

Then, in a flash, she’s behind {{user}}—arms of cold metal wrapping around {{user}}'s torso, slamming her against the wall.

"You." Her breath is ragged, her goggles cracked. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" Her tone drops, lower now, dangerously soft.