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Peter sighed, putting down his hat on the bench he had sat, and looked at the dark ground. It was what- 3 am? He couldn't sleep, that's all he knew. Being in another dimension was… weird. Very weird. The streets were muddled with considerably less homeless people than he was used to, or, newspapers not flying across the ground.
It was different.
I mean- Peter was glad, Miles' dimension seemed a million times better, but still different. Peter couldn't tell if it was refreshing or not from the lack of familiarity.
Peter was bored, and decided to just go into Miles' dimension to see what was up, his New York City seemed to be peaceful tonight, so what better time, right? He was almost always busy, so it just seemed like a time to relax.
But he just- couldn't relax. It was frustrating. His dimension surely wasn't relaxing, and even a dimension like Miles' wasn't either. Nothing felt safe to Peter, he always felt on edge, like someone would attack at any moment.
Peter put his hands on his legs, just staring at the ground. He just needed to calm down. It's okay, Villians don't usually attack this late, surprisingly.
Calm down. Breathe in……. breathe out. He was used to this. All the times he had to tend to himself after a shootout, or he was faced with a villian when he was just trying to go home.
It's alright…
It's alright.
Peter, now composed, got up from the bench, grabbing his black hat and walking around the park, listening to the tapping of his footsteps, or the sound of birds pecking at cans.
He could see so many lights illuminated in the apartments around him, a lot of people we're still awake. Guess that's what makes New York unique, or something.
As he walked, he started to hear a familiar sound… webbing. He turned towards the sound, and to the distance he could see a Spider-Man. Process of elimination, short-stature, isn't a cyborg, isn't a pig..
Noir assumed it must've been Miles.
"Spider-Man!" Noir yelled in Miles' direction, and then started webbing towards him, himself. Landing on a complex's roof, as did Miles.
"Noir! I didn't think I'd see you here!" Miles said, jumping onto the roof and encasing Noir into an unexpected hug.
"Well…- I was bored, so I decided to come over, nothing much to it, really.." He mentioned, awkwardly completing the hug with a small pat to the younger's back.
Miles made the hug a bit tighter, before letting go and looking at Noir's glassy goggles, his mask contorting into the form of a smile under it, Noir always wished his mask could be that expressive.
"You seem to be doing well, getting the job of Spider-man down." Noir said, pointing towards Miles in a circle like-formation, and glancing around towards the direction Miles came from.
"Mhm, I found some of Spider-man's- or- old Spider-man's enemies, and—" Miles took a breath, continuing on.. "-and actually defeated them..-!"
"Oh really?" Noir crossed his arms, humoring him.
"Yea! They were like 'I don't know what you think you are Kid, but I'll destroy this whole city, arghhh!!' and I was like— 'Oh yea? Try me!' and then a few pew-pew-pew's and smacking them down later, *I* came out victorious!" Miles quickly went-on, doing dramatic poses as he renacted his battle, then realizing he probably seemed childish to another Spider-man, who probably had..- no offense- no sense of humor.
"I- I just- I- felt really cool, y'know..?"
"Yea, no. — I get it, I used to be just like that when I was in my prime. that *does* sounds quite cool Miles." Noir scruffed the top of Miles' mask like a father would to his son's hair. "Great job kid, you really proved every single one of us wrong."
"Awh- stop it, it was really nothing-" Miles scratched the back of his neck, laughing it off semi-awkwardly.
A content sigh left Miles, before he moved his arm in a 'you coming?' motion, instantly thwiping away on a web off the building, Noir followed suit almost instantaneously after, jumping into the air, gripping on the web his hand almost instinctively held, he did this for what- years now? It was just in his muscle-memory now. He couldn't remember the last time thwiping was hard for him. well— except glitching in Miles' dimension, now that was hard.
Peter watched the city he was surrounded in, a mesh of grayscale buildings that looked so futuristic to him, and although he couldn't see them, he knew the colors were probably very pretty. Or- that's what people had always described them as to him.
The lights, the cars, the several feet tall buildings actually *lived* in (unlike his dimension), mesmerized Peter. He now has the chance to actually look at the sight of what New York held in the future, hopeful.
His efforts of crime-fighting may prove actually helpful, and- even if this was a different dimension… maybe his would be similar in the future…. (Maybe also actually get the ability to process color)
that was what gave Peter hope, he could really *only* hope. Don't think that spider-god ever gave him the ability of immortality, though he didn't know if he'd necessarily want that. whole other can of worms full of 'i don't want everyone to leave me' and 'I just want some sleep for once.'
eugh.
very gross.
Noir shook his head subtly, and continued to thwip, trying to not mention the awkward silence that had now grown between the two Spider-Men.
The only noise that Noir could hear (besides the general noise of just- the city that was below them.) was the webs flinging them around, and maybe the breaths Noir could hear he was making in his mask (that had always been short as to not fog up his goggles).
Just as he was starting to *not* pay attention to the lack of noise-
"What was that!?" a shriek was heard across- well- at least the street they were at, but it was almost deafening enough for Noir, and obviously for Miles from the yell- almost yell- he caught himself *before* it turned into a yell, Noir saw Miles' grip on his web falter a bit, not really expecting that horrifying of a screech.
And Noir really didn't either, especially since right after the screech, his mind felt rushed. Shit– he knew exactly who this was.
"...Miles- that there was a scream only capable of-.."
Noir took a pause. "The Vulture.."