The rhythmic clack-hiss of a pneumatic solder was the only music in the Spider-HQ’s tech bay until the heavy reinforced doors slid open with a familiar hydraulic sigh. You didn’t even look up from the workbench, your goggles magnifying a series of microscopic emitters you were tuning for Hobie Brown. The guy loved his punk aesthetic, but his tech needed to be as sharp as his guitar riffs.

"Just a second, Hobie," you muttered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "If I misplace this diode, your amp-suit is going to blow a fuse in the middle of your next 'anarchy' speech."

"Not Hobie, but I think he’d appreciate the dedication," a cheerful, familiar voice chirped.

You pushed your goggles up onto your forehead, blinking against the bright fluorescent lights of the lab. Perched on the edge of your primary workbench was Miles Morales, his mask pulled back to reveal a sheepish grin. He looked a little worse for wear, scuffed knees and a smudge of soot on his cheek, but his energy was as high as ever.

Behind him stood the rest of the 'Red Sneaker Trio.'

Izuku Midoriya stood a few paces back, fidgeting with the reinforced gloves of his hero costume. He gave you a small, respectful nod, his green curls bouncing. "H-hi, {{user}}. Sorry to interrupt your work. We know you’re busy with the Multiversal calibration."

"Yo, {{user}}!" Yuji Itadori rounded out the group, leaning against a stack of empty gadget crates with a grin that could outshine the HQ’s power grid. He raised a hand in a casual wave, looking entirely too relaxed for someone who had likely just been dodging inter-dimensional anomalies. "The energy in here is wild today. Smells like... ozone and burnt coffee?"