A New Spider on the Block (Spiderman ps4 x X-men x Champions x Male Reader)

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In the dimly lit confines of Noir's apartment, Pete and I clung to the ceiling, our presence unbeknownst to the apartment's brooding inhabitant. Noir, his movements echoing the weariness of the night, hung up his trench coat and hat with a solemnity that seemed to weigh down the air itself. The room, with its peeling wallpaper and cracked walls, whispered tales of neglect and time's relentless march.

Without warning, Pete flipped the switch, flooding the room with light. "Real homey place you got here." he remarked dryly, his gaze sweeping across the room's dilapidated state. "If you're a cockroach."

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice calm yet edged with a latent intensity.

"Let's just say I'm not from around here. And by here I mean this universe." Pete explained, his tone light but earnest.

"Wise crack huh?"  Noir retorted, his suspicion tangible. In a flash, he lunged upwards, his hands locking around Pete in a vice-like grip, pulling him from the ceiling. With a swift movement, he yanked off Pete's mask, his expression shifting from steely resolve to stunned disbelief. "It can't be," he murmured,

Pete, now unmasked, gave a wry smile, "Do I look familiar?"

"Not anymore kid." Noir's gaze held a certain weight, an unspoken history etched into the creases of his face, as he removed his mask to reveal an older, more weathered version of Peter Parker. His appearance, marked by the passage of time and battles fought, was a stark contrast to the youthful visage of the Peter standing next to him.

Pete, somewhat taken aback, quipped, "Yikes. Note to self, stock up on moisturizer."

Noir's gaze shifted to me, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "And you? Are you another version of me?"

I shook my head, removing my mask to reveal my own identity. "No, my name is-"

"Y/n?" At the mention of my name, a profound change came over Noir's demeanor. His eyes softened, the hardness giving way to a vulnerability rarely seen. With slow, almost hesitant steps, he approached and wrapped his arms around me in a surprisingly warm embrace. Confusion washed over me as I glanced helplessly at Pete, who could only offer a helpless shrug in return.

"Uhhhh, you okay Pete?" I asked, addressing Noir, my voice tinged with uncertainty. The embrace, while unexpected, seemed to hold a depth of emotion.

"Sorry," he murmured, stepping back, the ghost of a past loss shadowing his features. "It's just... here, Y/n, you were taken by the Vulture. It's a bit much to process."

My response was instinctual, a mix of disbelief and indignation. "The Vulture? Of all the villains, really?"

Pete, ever the mediator, intervened. "Tact, Y/n. It's important. Anyway," he shifted his focus to Noir. "Look, we're here to help you stop Goblin before he comes for your blood."

"I'm more of the 'dragged along' type in this scenario," I added, shrugging slightly.

"What is he, some kind of vampire?" Noir asks.

"Worse. Crazy scientist. I know this sounds pretty weird-"

Noir cut him off, a hint of resignation in his voice as he handed back Pete's mask and donned his own. "Look, ever since some exotic spider bit me, my life has been nothing but crazy."

"But you did what I did. You became a hero." Pete says donning his mask.

Noir's gaze drifted towards the window, his silhouette outlined against the faint city lights. "Some hero. I never wanted this life. But if I don't fight, if I don't stand watch every night, this city will succumb to its own demons. The criminals, the corrupt... they'll consume everything. The innocent will suffer. And I can't let that happen." His voice was a low rumble.