I'm sorry.
Peter woke up, groggily. Wait, I woke up? Didn't I...
"Guys, there's someone on the ship!" Peter jumped up. There was someone else close by. He tried to take in his surroundings. Ok. This looks...nothing like the ship I flew in. I got dusted, maybe this is some sort of afterlife? Wait, then why would someone be worried if I was in here? I don't think Jesus would do that. Then again, I don't know the guy. Ah! I just need to clear my head, maybe this will make sense in a mo-
"I see him! I'm going to try and stop him, come and back me up!" Peter's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone getting closer. He turned around, and saw a buff man charging him with a glowing arm.
That's not good. In an attempt to try and distract the guy running towards him, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Jesus?"
The man paused for a moment, clearly confused. Peter took that opportunity to run the other direction.
Oh man. You just ran headfirst into a place you don't know, you're getting chased by someone who's probably an alien, and you're most likely not getting off this ship alive...what else could go wrong?
A lot else, apparently.
As Peter was rounding the corner, he ran right into someone else, falling on his butt. He looked up, and saw someone standing before him. They were wearing red armor. They were holding a sword, clearly ready to attack.
"Oh, hey. You wouldn't happen to know the nearest exit, would you?"
The alien swung the sword at him. Guess not. He webbed him up, and ran away. He might slash through it, but it should hold for a least a little while. Peter saw 2 people running towards him. One of them was blue, the other was green.
"Wow, you guys really like to color coordinate." Peter quickly webbed them together by their ankles. They both fell.
"Ew, what is this?" He heard one of them shriek. He jumped over their heads and continued running. He saw an orange soldier with a huge gun. That orange dude was just shooting aimlessly, so he quickly webbed him to a wall. The orange man seemed to be talking to his helmet.
"Oh man. I've been... I don't know what to call this. I've been glued to the wall by an alien in a red suit! Can someone please come help me? Anyone?"
Alien? I'm not one, do they think I am? Is there some kind of misunderstanding I should be concerned about? Peter was just about to ask the orange man what he meant, when his spider sense went off. He looked around for a route out of there. Dead end. He turned back around, hoping to escape, only to see that the man in black had a glowing arm up to his neck.
"You're coming with me." the solider said. Am I being arrested? Peter was abruptly knocked unconscious.
"Let's get him into one of the cells."