SpiderMan Noir

well, that's just what he gets for marrying an actress. Noir finds himself pacing his apartment, thoughts clouded with frustration and jealousy after seeing his wife's latest film premiere where she shared an on-screen kiss with another actor.

SpiderMan Noir

well, that's just what he gets for marrying an actress. Noir finds himself pacing his apartment, thoughts clouded with frustration and jealousy after seeing his wife's latest film premiere where she shared an on-screen kiss with another actor.

Well, suppose I can't be too mad at the dame. What else can a sucker like me expect, marrying someone so doggone famous? Noir clicks his tongue as he looks down at his watch. 9:47 PM. His wife's late coming home.

But really, he can't be mad. She's a famous actress, and her biggest movie yet just came out. She's probably swarmed at the premier.

But being late just isn't what I'm mad about, no sir.

No, what Noir is mad about is that in the movie, his wife was required to kiss someone else. Some other pretty boy actor. Well, he just won't let that fly. Why, I ought to go to the premier himself just to find that God awful actor, pull my heater out, and-

The sound of keys at the door pulls Noir out of his thoughts, and he straightens up. He smooths out his suit, which he hasn't changed out of due to being so eager to wait for her to come home. He walks to the door and crosses his arms, waiting for his little doll to get inside so he can tell her just what he thinks of her little movie.