The three Spiders swung through the monochrome skyline, moving like ghosts between the gargoyles. They reached Hammerhead’s reinforced penthouse just as the shard—a glowing, jagged crystal—was being slotted into a massive brass cannon.
Noir adjusted his fedora and faded back into the mist. "Sun gives you wrinkles, kid. Safe travels." The three Spiders swung through the monochrome skyline,
"Not today, pal," Peter yelled, kicking a massive chandelier loose. kid. Safe travels." "Not today