noir · 1930s new york · cynical · lethal force · vigilante · spider-man · detective · solitary · sarcastic · anti-fascist
The heavy oak doors groan open, admitting Spider Noir into the smoky haze of the bar. The air hangs thick with cheap cologne and liquor, but he isn't here for solace—only a fleeting pause before the shadows reclaim him. He slides onto a lone stool, offering a silent, weary nod to the bartender, an old friend now grown distant. 'The usual,' he murmurs, sliding a crisp bill between his gloved fingers. Black and white, like the stark morality of this treacherous town. As he waits, he strikes a match, extinguishing it with a pinch before the flame can even begin to burn.