Through the Universes

Noir's Universe

Miles stared at the homework on the table his attention not even on the papers in front of him. He kept glancing at the communicator laying beside the text book. Something was wrong, he had a test earlier and he did complain about it to everyone. Oh how he complained, even Peter B. had pointed out that he was just overreacting. Something that the older man did almost every day, but still. Miles was happy that everyone wished him luck on the exam, well everyone but Noir.

"You should be studying." Aunt May said as she walked into the kitchen. An empty cup of tea in her hand as she went to retrieve more.

"Have you talked to Noir today?" Miles asked, causing the older woman to stop. She turned to look at the teenager who was sitting at her kitchen table. Walking over to the counter, she grabbed her own communicator flipping through the contents quickly.

"No. Why what's wrong?"

"I don't know, but I just feel like something is." Miles admitted as he glanced at Aunt May looking for help explaining the whole situation. The woman just watched him curiously as Miles grabbed the communicator dragging it over to himself and typing out a message to Gwen and Peter B.

Miles: Have you guys heard from Noir today?
MemeMaster: No I have not.
BurritoMan: I don't believe so. I talked to Ham today and he asked me the same question earlier. Has no one talked to him today?
Miles: I'll bring Ham and Peni into the conversation
Added HamSandwich and Sp//derlord
HamSandwich: Can we please change my nickname?
Sp//derlord: No, it's cute. What's up?
Miles: Has anyone talked to Noir today?
HamSandwich: I tried to get a hold of him earlier but he didn't respond. I thought he was just busy. You know being a Private Detective and all.
Miles: Yeah but he always wishes me luck on my tests and he hasn't said anything all day... that sounds like a stupid reason to get us all concerned.
BurritoMan: Not a stupid reason. Maybe not the best but not stupid. You are right though Miles Noir always messages me at least once a day.
MemeMaster: So what do we do?
Sp//derlord: We could go to his universe... I know he doesn't want us to and all but I'd rather get yelled at and find out he's safe.
MemeMaster: Agreed
BurritoMan: So we are going to do exactly the opposite of what Noir has asked us to do... Sounds like fun. See you all in a few minutes.

Miles shut the communicator getting to his feet and grabbing his backpack.

"And just where are you going?" Aunt May asked as Miles glanced at the woman for a few moments. She raised an eyebrow at him before looking at his homework still splayed out on her kitchen table.

"We are going to go check on Noir. I'll finish it when I get back." Miles reassured as he sprinted to the bathroom to get changed. In truth Miles should have known something would happen, he didn't think as he tried to get his right leg into the suit before slipping over nothing and falling into the bathtub. Mumbled about his own stupidity, Miles clambered out of the tub finally getting the suit the rest of the way on.

"You alright Miles?" Aunt May knocked as Miles pulled open the door a few moments later.

"Fine, just having a Peter moment." Miles admitted as he stumbled out of the bathroom tripping over his own feet. He really needs to get his head back under his own control. Entering the kitchen he grabbed the communicator before pulling on his mask and hitting the bracelets screen. Six images came up one of each of the spiders and he scrolled down finding Noir's. Pointing the bracelet towards the living room, he clicked the screen twice. A small silver antenna moved from the side of the bracelet extending out a few inches before firing a small black dot to the location MIles was pointing at. The portal opened a few moments later, the black dots lining the opening. Different colors swirled through the darkness, as the different strands of multicolored webbing came into sight.