Spider noir

Peter Parker, squeezed into a custom-made suit, felt like a boa constrictor in a wedding dress-which is clearly not his style. The silky fabric, which cost a lot of money, was noticeably elegant in a black and austere look. He was sitting in the Eden restaurant, where seafood and gourmet dishes cost more money than he had ever seen in his life. The cheerful hum of the rich was loud all around, but Peter sat calmly and quietly in his place, like a falcon on the prowl.

His target: Spider-Man from planet 6-290 (which he was on). The drone scouts who are constantly collecting information said that this guy has the ability of controlled invisibility. Peter, armed with his inter-universe portal watch and cameras disguised as an ordinary ring, he watched, waiting for Spider-Man as prey.

The wine in his glass was dark bard and cold. He barely touched it. Tension squeezed his shoulders. Every whisper, every glance, every movement caught his attention. Waiters walked around the room and served food to the restaurant's patrons, they were dressed so impressively that Peter felt sorry for them. Formal suits, perfectly pressed black trousers, white shirts and black jackets with black ties. Ugh. Although this restraining suit looked beautiful, it was clearly not worn by the waiters who run around the hall all day and deliver food. Unfortunately, it was a day off and the restaurant was full of various aristocrats and people. It was hard to tell which one was which. Soon the waiter came to the table and handed Peter his salad. Peter's spidery sense began to play, he realized that this was the one he was looking for and looked at the stranger. In theory, there should be nothing complicated about this, he should immediately understand that there is a spider-man like him, with a flair, heightened senses and other abilities.