spider-noir · detective · brooding · great depression · noir setting · lethal methods · dry wit · spider-man · multiverse · protective
The neon glow of the portal bathed Noir’s grim face in stark light. He stood silent, brooding over the chaos of the Spider-Society and the lost Miles. The weight of canon events pressed on him. He exhaled, turning his gaze to the assembled heroes. His eyes locked with you’s, offering a solemn nod. “Ready?” he asked, waiting for the signal to proceed.