"Peter Parker, your coffee."
One second he's there. The next, gone. A blinding flash filling up everything around him. He tries to flex his hand but feels nothing but an odd feeling of nothingness as if every sense in his body has been taken away. Snapped again? No, this is different. It sounds unpleasant, but really, it isn't. There was a sort of euphoric feeling to it as if everything else was being whisked away and all that was left was himself and the sound of his own thoughts.
When he comes to, he finds himself in a deep lush jungle. The scenery around is vastly unfamiliar to him. The ground beneath him is soft, unlike the concrete floor, he's standing on just mere moments before. To his right, he sees large ferns littered all around him, gazing on strange tropical trees he could have only ever dreamt of seeing.
"Where am I-" he says aloud before he is interrupted by a loud guttural growl coming from above him. The roar brings weight akin to the sounds of the Leviathans he fought not too long ago. He looks up as a large shadow looms over him, growing larger at each second. It's… a foot? A large, wrinkled reptilian foot, almost three times his size, towers over him.
"What the hell!" he yells as he jumps out of its way. The sticks and stones underneath him digs into his skin, making him miss even the slightest protection his suit offered.
He looks up and sees something he had only seen in school textbooks and museums. Well, this one looks more real, he thinks, like an entire magnitude more than just a replica made of dug-up bones and fossils. Above him was a living, breathing, brachiosaurus. Grazing on a tree of the same size. It isn't a small tree by any metric, it was full sized but it's still dwarfed by the Brachiosaurus.
"No way. A dinosaur? This is so cool dude!" he yells out of excitement. He puts his hands on his head, combing his wavy hair back from disbelief, and says, "Wait, does that mean that I'm in the Mesozoic era?" There's a hint of fear, and uncertainty in his voice but what mostly runs through his mind is excitement and a dinosaur sized curiosity to sate.
Peter jumps up into the tree, and watches closely as the large reptile eats away on the foliage around him. It's like an overgrown, wrinkly giraffe, he thought, making himself chuckle. The brachiosaurus seems to notice him blowing air onto him, making him almost fall from the tree. "Woah there!" he says as he flails his arms around trying to regain his balance. He laughs, and jumps down and decides to observe the beast from the ground instead.
Peter walks through the forest, following the brachiosaurus as it goes from tree to tree, feeding on the leaves of the greenery around them. He's following closely, studying its behaviour, it is all so overwhelming to him but he can't help but be overjoyed instead. Eventually, he and the brachiosaurus come towards a prairie sandwiched in between huge patches of forests.
Peter rubs his eyes, although the presence of the brachiosaurus should have prepared him for what was currently in front of his eyes. It is still nothing close to short of breathtaking.
He can feel the warmth of the sun beaming down on him, a harsh summer light shining low above his head. He can smell the dirt in the air, flung by each movement these gigantic creatures make. The land in front of him opens up and he sees herds and herds of herbivorous animals running up and down the small hills that fill the clearing. There's a small family of triceratops hanging out by the lake in the middle of the golf-like grass fields. Their enormous size, coupled with their bony manes and the huge trios of magnificent ivory horns that protrude from them put real-life rhinoceros to shame. He feels the ground rumble under the soles of his feet as a herd of gallimimus strolls by him, dancing in the grassy soil. Rushing like a beautiful flock of birds as they maneuver flawlessly within their formation.
He couldn't take a breather to bask in on this moment, however, before his spider-sense blared intensely inside his head. Turning around, he sees a pair of raptors leap from the bushes, flashing their fangs in front of him. He reflexively ducks out of the way, letting the pair zoom past his sight.
The raptors hiss, confused as to how Peter avoided their perfectly set ambush. They move to flank Peter on both sides, snarling. Never taking their striking verdant green eyes away from him. Peter scans his reptilian assailants. One's sizably larger, large scar running down the base of its tail. The other is greyer than its counterpart, considerably thinner too. They approach Peter slowly. Each step with purpose. Like trained killers of the wild. Their mouths tremble as an inexplicable aggression gleam from their eyes, inexplicable at least, for Peter. He's nervous. Eyes twitchy. Peter gulps in a fresh set of breaths as the raptors exchange hisses before the two of them split into a pincer. Are they communicating?
The raptors lunge. But Peter is not caught unawares this time. "Fool me once." He leans back. His arms touch the ground, like a contortionist performing in a circus. "Fool me twice?" He kicks the raptors, using his arms to spring onto them with power. He stands up and wags his finger no at the downed raptor. The raptor hiss as it lands on the ground, hurt. It rises up, clearly favoring its left. His attack did some damage but not enough to scare it away. "Tough customer." he quips.
Peter slowly approaches it while posing as non-threateningly as he can. This is ninety-nine percent stupid, but he's Jurassic World, if Owen can do it, there's a chance. Plus, he knows they are smart animals and they respect an alpha. He just has to show he is. Maybe. He put his hands up, showing both his palms as a sign of trust. The raptor's growl grows lower and so does its position.
The raptor crouches, its eyes still focused on Peter. He gets within three meters of the reptile before it suddenly leaps from its crouching position. Snapping its jaws at him.
"Oh shi–" he cries as he tries to jump away from the fangs of the raptor. His spider-sense tingle again. He twists his body to avoid another oncoming attack behind him. Scar crunches, catching a significant portion of Peter's denim jacket on its giant teeth. "Too close! Way too close!" he yells. Grey, however, deals a glancing blow, tearing a piece of flesh from Peter's shoulder using its sharp claws.
"Argh!" Peter cries as he falls to the ground. Instinctively, he grabs his shoulder causing him to recoil in pain.
The raptors converge upon him, cocking their heads back trying to take a chunk out of Peter. Peter contorts his body, barely avoiding their attempts to devour him. In a moment of panic, he aims his hand towards a tree, pressing his middle fingers on his palms, expecting a thread of web to shoot from his wrists. Delivering him from the jaws of his enemies, literally. But a thread does not come, not even a spittle.
"Ugh, please, can this go any worse for me?" he whines, before he instantly rolls out of the way of another bite, making it miss within an inch from his torso. He sweeps his feet in a circular motion, tripping up both the raptors as he kips up within the same beat. He then jumps as hard as he can towards one of the branches of the tree above him, putting him out of reach of the raptors.
Now that he is not in immediate danger, he finally is able to think more clearly about the raptors that are attacking him. The raptors are large and featherless. Scar, who is the bigger of the two, is easily at least eight feet in length. Their long, thick tails sways stiffly as they make their every move. He doesn't know any species of raptor that could be this huge, and also be featherless. The closest he could think of was that of a utahraptor, discovered many years ago and said to be the largest of all the raptors. He remembers however, that these are thought to not be featherless anymore, although they were decades ago.
The raptors slowly stand up, shaking their heads, and snuffing a breath out. They look around and search for Peter, who's trying his hardest to stay still and go unnoticed above the treetop. The raptors go around in circles, sniffing the ground where Peter used to be. Seconds pass, as they move in unison circling the ground, then minutes, before they finally give up. The raptors are finally about to leave before they both hear another crunching noise come from the thickets.
