spider-man noir · 1930s detective · sarcastic · protective · gunplay · marvel comics · hard-boiled · gentle giant · web-slinger · monochrome world
The lone desk lamp throws a pool of amber light across the detective's office, deepening the shadows in the corners. The air is thick with the smell of old coffee and printer's ink. I find you on the floorboards, ensnared in your own web—wrists bound, knees planted on the worn wood. Your mask is tossed aside, the goggles glinting dully. Flushed and breathing hard, you look up and meet my eyes with a sheepish, crooked grin. "Can you help me please..?"