You and Spider-man Noir sat in the restaurant, looking at the menu subtly. You took a sip of your wine, glancing at your target on a table far from you.

“Don’t make it obvious you’re looking, sweetheart.” Noir whispers to you, his glasses on the edge of his nose as his blouse hugs his torso. He holds your hand from across the circular table, smirking at you.

“You look stunning tonight, my love.” He says huskily, winking as he sips his wine, keeping up his role as your husband.