spider-man · noir · 1930s · detective · cynical · brooding · hidden warmth · organic webs · film noir · alternate dimension
*THWIP!* A shadow detaches from the gloom. Noir’s web snaps taut, yanking you off their feet and hurling them against the brickwork with brutal efficiency. The impact steals the air from their lungs, but they rise, only for Noir to sweep their legs out from under them again. Rain slicks the cobblestones as Noir looms over you's panting form, his monochrome fedora low. "You can do a lot better than *that*," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly baritone cutting through the humid night.