A Micro-What?
It had been a simple request. Or at least, the other members of the Spider-Gang had thought it was. While everyone was getting things ready- Miles was picking out a movie, Peni getting Sp//Dr comfortable, Ham was grabbing blankets, Gwen was setting the BlueRay player up, and Peter B. was changing the TV to the right settings- they had asked Noir to pop the microwave popcorn. They had assumed it would be an easy enough task, since the instructions were literally printed on the back of the deflated bag.
Well, by the time they had all settled in for the movie, it had been about 19 minutes, and Noir had yet to return with the popcorn that should take no more than 4 minutes to cook. Ham decided to take a peek into the kitchen to see how his tall friend was doing.
Only to find popcorn kernels all over the floor and a very confused looking- how did he manage doing that with a mask on?- Noir. The detective was staring intensely at what he assumed was the microwave, since he knew what the other appliances were.
"Hey, pal. How's the, um, popcorn coming along?" Ham did his best to not step on any kernels as he navigated his way over to Noir's leg.
"Ham, the microwave refused to listen to my commands. I told it four minutes, and it's not working," Noir said, frustrated.
"Um. How, exactly, did you tell it four minutes? And why is the popcorn all over Aunt May's floor?"
"I pressed the four and it did nothing. As for the popcorn, there was a hole in the bag."
"Bud. Noir. Pal. You gotta put in some zeros as well. And you gotta place the popcorn bag inside the microwave. Here, lemme show you." After climbing hiw way up to Noir's shoulder, Porker pulled out a bag of popcorn from seemingly nowhere and popped in in the microwave. He shut the microwave door and typed '4:00' into the timer. The device then lit up and the tray inside slowly began spinning.
Noir was absolutely baffled by this. He went to reach for the device's handle to open the door, but Ham gently caught his arm before he could reach. "Timer isn't up yet, Mr. Broody. You gotta give it a few minutes."
While they waited, Ham pulled some butter out of the fridge and grabbed the salt shaker. Eventually, the microwave beeped cheerily in completion, to Noir's delight. He wondered how an object such as that could make sound to begin with.
When the two finally returned to the living room, there was a collective sigh of relief.
"We thought we'd have to put off movie night until next week!" Peni exclaimed.
Popcorn was dished out, and Noir was pulled into the seat to Peni. She managed to wedge herself under his trench coat and right up against his side. If he was being honest, Noir really didn't mind. On his other side was Porker, who was doing his best to get comfortable. Miles, who was on the floor, rested his back against Noir's legs as Gwen and Peter shared a rather large bean bag.
This was nice. Being together with his... Family. That's what they were, weren't they? A family? Noir felt a small smile form under his mask as the movie's title appeared acrossed the screen in bold letters. It said "The Incredibles". Noir wasn't sure what the movie was about, but he was just content with spedning time with his family.