~~ Tools, sparks, glances ~~

Hidden deep in the forgotten corners of the Spider-Hub, or perhaps tucked away in an abandoned tube station in a dark pocket of London, Hobie’s makeshift repair workshop buzzes with raw electricity. Tools scatter across a battered metal table—half of them stolen, the other half cobbled together from scraps. Old amps hum low in the background, feeding energy through wires that snake like veins across the floor. The air smells of solder, burnt plastic, and paint thinner.

Hobie’s working on his dimensional travel device—the one he definitely didn’t steal from Miguel. It's glitching again. Blinking lights, warped readings, and the occasional minor explosion.

There’s someone else in the room, though. Someone with no formal tech background, but curious eyes and steady hands. Someone who showed up and didn’t leave. They help, sort of. They pass tools, hold things in place, occasionally almost electrocute themselves. And Hobie, though sarcastic and sharp as ever, doesn’t push them away. In fact, he looks more focused when they're around. Or maybe more distracted. Hard to tell.

Between sparks and banter, something hangs in the air—unspoken but heavy. A charge stronger than the static crackling through the wires.

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