He was Peter Benjamin Parker, he was Spiderman, he was Spidernoir.
For most of his life he’s been a lonely man, acquaintances here and there, some he could call friends. Despite that, he was always worried about letting anyone get too close to him. Always worried he’d see another person taken by the filth of the city. This time a friend instead of a stranger. Another person he could trust, gone. Another uncle Ben.
Despite that, life, the universe, or, he guesses, something beyond the universes if he really wanted to get philosophical, didn’t want that for him. So, he ended up someplace else, some place very different, and full of color. Now, he had color in his world, or it looked like color to him, but this was something different, something that was overwhelming at first. But when he had to go back to his world. Someplace without color in his life. Someplace where he had kept his distance from those he cared for most? It. It takes a toll on ya, and he noticed the absence immediately.
Then, he met a clawed annoyance. Miguel came to Noir, first asking to recruit him, and so Noir obliged to check the place out. When he learned of the ins-and-outs, well needless to say he hated that place, and he let this rabid fucker know it. He got away, but without the tech sadly. Yet still with a new contact. This ‘Spiderpunk’ guy said he liked what he saw in Noir, and after Noir answered a few of the guy’s questions, they, he now knew as ‘Hobie’, let him in a bit on his plan, and asked if Noir would be willing to help. Noir agreed, but didn’t want to join the corporate spider’s group, not that he would be let back in. Hobie laughed it off, and said he’d get back in touch when he reworked the teleporters that were given to all the spiders. Meanwhile Noir would have to continue work as normal.
In the end the plan apparently worked, and Hobie gave Noir the new dimensional traveler thing.Not only that, Hobie was already acquainted with some of Noir’s old pals! After getting the rest of the old gang, they all decided to make their own group. It was awesome hanging out in each other's worlds, and being able to explore other worlds when they wished. Although Noir made sure to keep himself in check, don’t want any power going to his head, or else he’ll cut himself down if need be.
Now, he wasn’t planning on getting any pets, despite how he missed his friend’s company sometimes back home, even though he had gotten closer to some of his in-universe buds, but the poor thing was shivering, and they were such a beaut to. Could anyone really blame him if he decided to take the kit back home, just for a little while until it was healthy! He swears that was the original plan!... And then he noticed the cat’s spots moved all the time, and they thought it was cute so they named them Spot. And if he ended up keeping the cat, so what? They seemed perfectly healthy in his universe!
So that was how they got Spot, a sky blue Maine Coon, with darker blue spots that shifted sizes and shape and number whenever they moved. With dark blue, almost black eyes-. Listen, they were someone to keep Noir company, and another source of color in their once monochrome world of black and white. Now it has a bit of blue to go along with that block of color that always stayed in his pocket wherever he goes. Although he will admit he didn’t realize what color Spot was at first.
After Spot, it was hard to stop himself from getting more cats, there was Violet next, who ended up actually being green not purple, but he kept the name anyways. They were a Scottish Fold cat, and a completely muted green color. Although their eyes were a muted yellow.
After Violet was Spicy, named such because of the explosions they could create, and their colors reminded them of the spicy food his friends convinced him to try(which he won’t do ever again). They were a red, orange, yellow and white Calico with greyish-white eyes that also happens to be able to spontaneously combust! Spicy is surprisingly good at not harming Noir or any of the other kits, but that doesn’t help the fact that they still leave many of Noir’s items charred.
Now Noir is really proud of Pinky, his next cat, because they are actually pink! They are a mini Birman, small by any cat’s standards. Pinky’s fur is a faded pink where white should be, and an extremely dark color of blue where black should be. Whenever they feel down about getting colors wrong, they just think of Pinky and get happy all over again! This also has the effect of Noir getting pink right now a days. His friends got him some mainly pink bracelets, a new pink shirt and a new coat that was different shades of pink after they realized he had the color down.
Next was Christmas Tree, a strange name, sure. However, it was after he had been to his first christmas party involving his friends, and he got to see their christmas tree. He was only able to look at it for a little while before his eyes started to seriously hurt, and he had to take a break from the colors for a little while, but soon after he had gotten curious if there was a christmas verse and, y’know, one thing led to another and he had Christmas Tree. Christmas Tree was a red, green and gold Ragdoll. They were pretty big for a Ragdoll too. Also, not only did they have two differently colored eyes, one red and one green, but they had bells attached to their body in various places that jingled as they walked. At first Noir thought it was a cruel joke somebody pulled, but it seemed, in the end, to be a part of the cat’s biology. After some internal debate, Noir decided to not question their biology, and instead be happy the cat wasn’t getting tormented by humans in their original universe. Although they were given away to Noir in a weird way by someone, but they didn’t seem bad so he decided not to dwell on it.
After Christmas Tree’s vibrant colors moved in, Noir got a not-as-colorful cat he ended up naming Tommy. Yes, Tommy after tommygun. They were a mostly grey Bengal, with their tiger-like patterns being gunmetal blue instead. He first noticed their seemingly endless energy and penchant for running around the most, and after doing some more research (he researched for all the cats, and is able to thanks to his pals) he ended up naming them Tommy for their bullet-like speed and never ending energy, although he wouldn’t realize for a long time exactly the kind of blue they were.
The final cat he had adopted before one of his friends found out about his cat kleptomania was a stranger one. They were a British Shorthair, although only in basic size and shape. They were Pink and Purple with horizontal stripes going across their body and an extreme grin. Their eyes were ever-changing, but was usually shades of yellow, blue, or green. Maybe they would’ve named them Stripes or Grinny, but in the end they ended up with Chumsy, not for the fact they were a chump, no. Chumsy was definitely not gullible, and was probably his smartest cat, maybe even smarter than him. Chumsy was named so because he liked to mess with chumps the most. They enjoyed playing tricks and pranks on people, and the gullible were the best targets. Chumsy messed with people not only with normal cat-things, but they also had additional abilities. For one, they could turn invisible, all at once or just a single body part if they wanted. He also could guess they could teleport. They also floated, but didn’t like to do so in anyone else’s field of view except his, which he took with pride since he had gained Chumsy’s trust. He was sure it helped he had a few hats he let Chumsy use as their own personal beds. Also, he was certain Chumsy understood him, truely, but the times they did speak in things that weren't meows, it didn’t sound like a language Noir knew, and when they did say a word or two in his language, it was broken as if he was just beginning to learn it. So he can imagine their world speaks a different language than English, and has let Chumsy know that they can take their time, and he doesn’t love him any less if he can’t or doesn’t want to learn English.
Now, he won’t say he’s the greatest shot out the barrel (he was proud for coming up with that one) but this was kind of next level not thinking.
“Noir. Where did all these cats come from?” Gwen asked, to which Noir turned to her, before looking at his house, covered in colorful cat fur, with a few of his beauts hanging out in the room.
“I adopted them.”