After the battle between the Sinister Six, Peter didn't expect to wake up in an alley, fully drenched by rain that was pouring down. He slowly stood up. Glancing around, he noticed that the area around him was covered in broken beer bottles, tossed cans, and a bunch of other stuff. He rose to his feet. He frowned. "Karren, where are we?"
"My scanners cannot detect that, sir." The familiar robotic voice told him.
Now, usually he was against stealing. However, when he was dressed in his Spiderman suit and had no other change of clothing, he realized he had no other option. He decided he would only steal one thing from a person. You know, a pair of socks from one guy, a shirt from another, a pair of shoes from some other dude, and most importantly, some pants from another random person. He looked down at the clothing. The pants were a little tight, the shirt a little large, and the shoes just a bit snug, but he decided it was better than nothing.
He honestly did let some people off from stealing. Like that one kid he'd caught sneaking out of his neighbors window. He confronted the boy, and the boy placed the stuff back into the house, but not before Peter, or rather Spiderman, gave the kid a fifty. He looked like he needed it.
He promised himself that he would steal as little as possible. He'd tried taking the shirt, pants, and shoes at the back of the closet, and nobody ever really missed socks that much. So here he was, wearing a plain grey t-shirt, light blue jeans, and brown tennis shoes that looked like they'd seen better days. His suit was underneath, the sleeves rolled up so you couldn't tell it was there, and his gloves and mask in his pants pocket.
He walked into a fast-food place, asking for a job. They declined, saying that if he couldn't bring a birth certificate, he didn't have a job. It was pretty much the same everywhere he looked. He then saw a couple of people of young ladies struggling to lift some boxes into a home. Well, more like they were struggling to lift some of the furniture. The two of them were trying to lift a huge couch, and could barely pick it up more than an inch.
"Need any help?" Peter offered, walking up to them.
"Uh, sure. Thanks." One of the girls replied, and they both slowly set the couch down. "You think you could take that side, and we'll take this one?"
"Yeah, I could do that." Peter walked over to the side that the girl had left as she walked to the other side. They lifted it into the house, and the two of them arranged it to their liking as Peter kind of just stood there awkwardly. "So, do you need any more help?"
"If you want, you can help us get some of the appliances in, but other than that, we should be good." The other woman spoke up this time. Peter then noticed the fact that they both had matching wedding rings. They walked over to the truck.
"So, how long have you two been together?" Peter asked.
"Well, we've only been married for two weeks, but we met about three years ago." The first woman smiled slightly.
"Well, you make a lovely couple." Peter smiled back. As soon as they'd finished getting the appliances in, they sat at the couch, and chatted for a few more minutes. Peter learned that their names were Sophie and Lizzie.
"Well, I should probably get going." Peter stood up.
"Okay. Well, thanks for the help." Lizzie smiled slightly.
"Feel free to stop by any time you need to." Sophie added.
"I will, thanks!" Peter smiled, walking out the door with a final wave. He walked down the street. He'd learned a bit about where he was. Apparently, the town was Gotham City, and the place was incredibly crime ridden.
Peter debated becoming Spiderman for a while, but eventually decided against it. Maybe, if he saw something going down, but he wouldn't go looking for trouble.