"We don't have time for a reunion," Noir said, checking the cylinder of a heavy gadget. "The shard landed in the hands of the Maggia. Hammerhead’s got it, and he’s using it to power a new 'death ray' that’s turning my city into even more of a graveyard."
"Over here, Pete," Miles emerged from the gloom, his usually vibrant red-and-black suit now muted into shades of slate and charcoal. "I feel like I'm trapped in an old black-and-white movie." "We don't have time for a reunion," Noir
A figure dropped from the shadows. This Spider-Man didn't wear spandex; he wore a heavy trench coat, a fedora, and aviator goggles. He didn't crack jokes. He looked like he hadn't slept since the Great Depression. " Noir said