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Peter was more anxious right here and now than he had ever been in his entire life. Shockingly. Not because he was going to Japan for his future education and would need to learn an entirely new language and become fluent in it just to understand what was being taught, that was all a cakewalk.

Peter was actually more suspicious than anything come think of it. This was all because going to the airport and getting on the plane wasn't stressful in the slightest. He knew that something like an airport not being an inconvenience probably wouldn't irk basically everyone else on the planet but it was something about this whole endeavour that got to him.

And it wasn't just frustration because he had wasted the entire previous night sewing an extra layer of fabric in the side of his suitcase just so he could hide his spider suit, because Peter had remembered last minute that there were traces of metal in his entire suit, mainly that the thread he used to sew it all together was actually not thread but extremely thin titanium wire. Which was something that was slightly harder to acquire than the cloth and the other antimicrobial fabrics in his suit. Now that he thought about it he was much prouder of himself for making that suit. Even if it was like wearing a spandex iron maiden.

The second he got out of the car in front of the airport he was privately escorted on a two mile walk all the way from the public front entrance all the way down the runway, luckily Peter had somewhat developed more resistant ears in his time 'spiderman-ing' so he had no problems whilst walking to his private plane on an occupied runway, so at least his ear drums didn't burst.

And yes, that wasn't a joke. Peter was heading to a private plane as if he was a celebrity, and the two six foot nine security guards didn't help. After a solid twenty eight minutes of continuous walking he finally reached his plane. The security guards that had been carrying his luggage up to this point took the cases they separately carried up the staircase without difficulty, which only confused Peter even further as he had intentionally also sewn in additional padding and intentional weight to further hide his spider suit, sure that would probably cause more suspicion but he wasn't at his sharpest when trying to quietly sew things on and into a bag of luggage by hand at two in the morning, then again he did hand sew his spider suit so it was fair to say he was gifted in that area, but aside from that, the two guards hadn't even used the wheels on either of the cases while carrying them that whole distance.

The second the cases had touched the carpeted floor of the plane they immediately took off and walked back the way they came in a straight line along the runaway he was about to take off of.

The plane in itself was a miniature ghost town. The only other people he knew were here where the two pilots who even then had been completely dead quiet. Whilst dwelling on these thoughts the plane suddenly began to turn and face the runway directly which would normally throw Peter completely off balance but he had begun becoming accustomed to balancing of shifting plains recently. Peter mentally smacked himself because of his constant subliminal sidetracking and took into account the event at hand. The plane was now going in a straight line and gaining speed. Peter was pretty sure this was very illegal because he wasn't even seated but what could he do?

Peter grabbed both cases without even noting their extraordinary weight and quickly dove into the closest seat and strapped himself in. But just as he was about to congratulate himself in not being flung backward by the planes steadily increasing momentum something else got his attention. There was nothing outside. He didn't mean like there were no longer any buildings or something like that it was literally just pure white. Apparently he had been teleported to the Microsoft paint world, it just needed a crew terribly drawn clouds and he'd be right at home.

Just as he started to crack jokes he immediately felt immensely numb, everywhere. And tired. Did they just gas the plane or something? Or maybe the universe itself hated his humour as much as the recurring criminals he caught did. Things were seemingly escalating quickly and Peter thought he was about to take action until he blinked and 'woke up' on a bus already in Japan and him wearing his new school uniform.

Ignoring the question of how did his plain white shirt, dark blue jeans and white running shoes disappear, he instead focused on the clothes he was currently wearing. His uniform consisted of a set of dark beige pants with a standard white button up shirt with red tie. His shoes were regular brown 'smart' looking shoes and to finish of this whole uniform was a green turquoise blazer with white lines making the whole thing look a bit more appealing.

But aside from admiring his uniform he was actually questioning everything he had ever known instead. The decided to take I one question at a time, first question; Where am I and how in heck did I get here?! If there was one thing Peter was taught growing up it was to not curse when I the presence of others. And unfortunately there was someone else on the bus. And Peter decided to make it official that the award for the world creepiest bus driver had now been taken from his middle schools bus driver and now had to be awarded to this creepy bastard. Peter had to inwardly apologise to aunt May for that one.

"And so you've returned to the world of the living! How was the short lived coma kid?". Yep, this bus driver definitely had taken that award home and was polishing it as he spoke. He had a sort of smokers voice being a little hoarse but it was still perfectly delivered and fluent. Speaking of fluent, why was he speaking in perfect English? "You speak English? And what about a coma?!", Peter questioned, he certainly had his priorities straight. "Relax kid I'm just bustin' ya' balls. And yea' I'm fluent in more languages than you know exist.".

It was so difficult for Peter to resist the urge to be a smartass and prove the guy wrong but this was a person that Peter made the assumption that annoying him should not be an idea in his head. "Kid, if you think you could out wit me, you've got another thing comin' to ya'.". Peter decided to basically act like a stone statue after that statement.

About three of the longest minutes of his life later without even looking out of his windows since getting conscious back they had apparently arrived. Only now realising that his bags weren't there. "Relax kid, they're already in your dorm room.", okay now this was really getting on Peter's nerves, HE'S supposed to be the annoying one. So Peter, completely drained of pride from being silent through this whole game of theirs, with absolutely no backchat on his behalf, left the bus quickly and dejected. What a great way to start school. Then again that isn't that much different from how he usually starts anyway.

The exact millisecond that his foot had touched the solid ground outside the bus driver gave one last small bit of 'wisdom'. "Careful kid, it's pretty scary here…", he said followed by a creepy chuckle before Peter was hurled from the bus door as it seemingly turned on the spot and stormed away as if it was going back to the future. Although Peter's terrible jokes aside there was something else there, why were the bus driver's eyes glowing bright white?

When the trail dust disappeared the whole glowing eyes question was immediately replaced by a few more alarming questions like; why is the ground basically black? Why does that building over there look like Dracula's goth doom fortress? Why is every tree here dead and withered? And why is the fucking sea blood red?!

Aunt May would be ashamed of him.