Late Night
There was nothing that could replace the feeling of the wind rushing past his face. Eyes always closed, the weight of gravity pulling him down and down and down was unlike anything he ever knew. The city always fell silent, as if watching the leather-clad body that fell from the tallest heights. The noises of horns, bells and millions of conversations would return when jet black webbing reached out, sending its user soaring into the skies.
Peter Benjamin Parker felt like a god when he webbed around his city.
Finally able to return to his work, Noir had snuck out to patrol the black and white city he called home. Children and adults alike were almost relieved to see their dark and hardened guardian finally in his element, calling out his name as he swung by. Troublemakers and lawbreakers ran when his form shimmered on glass walls or puddles in the streets, knowing it would save them for another day. Peter didn't care, knowing just revealing himself would put to a halt those who would dare try. Sure, Peter B. was skilled and able to dispense justice, but he couldn't match the sense of fear Peter was able to dispense just by standing near some goons. The monochrome male had built a name on blood and hardened fists, a name that couldn't be filled by another. Coming to a rest on the site of a building site, Noir breathed in deeply and sighed. His city bustled on, it's vengeful guardian silently observing from above.
“Nice try.” Peter B. dropped down from a higher up perch, almost starkly contrasting with his color.
“Why can't I just patrol my city in peace.”
“Eh, you're still not 100%.” The colorful male shrugged, watching his counterpart pull out a pack of cigarettes.
“I'm just fine.” Noir scowled, lifting up his mask to put the cig in his mouth, pulling out his lighter.
“Physically maybe, but you are not out of the woods as far as we are concerned.” White smoke hovered around the two vigilantes before a moment, before trailing off into nothing.
“I've lived this long, why is it now that it changes?” Noir questioned quietly, goggles aimed slightly down to observe those below them.
“You haven't had people who care before us?” The question was heavy in the air between them.
“No. Aunt May she...she hates what I am. Uncle Benjamin is gone, and I just stay away from everyone else.” He exhaled another drag of his cigarette, sparing a glance at his companion. The frown was clear as day, despite the mask, and an aura of concern tickled his spider-sense. “It’s just me.”
“Nah, not anymore.” Peter B. shook his head, looking up at the sky above them. “You have all of us, and we’ll be damned if you feel alone again.”
“I figured as such, spitfires the lot of you.” He scoffed, though the faintest chuckle left him after another drag of his cigarette. His companion grinned, scooting closer and relaxing beside him.
“God, I know you’re a younger than me, but the way you talk just makes me feel ancient.” He joked, getting another chuckle as Noir finished his smoke and flicked the bud down towards the street below. Despite having always patrolled alone, it was...nice to have Peter with him. It made that always constant sound of loneliness fade away, leaving a silence that was light and endearing. Peter Benjamin smiled softly under his mask, the two vigilantes watching the city bustle on until the sun rose.