Breathing heavily, Spider-Man continued to stare at the vast metropolis that completely covered his line of sight. Already, there were the sounds of multiple wrecks, shouting, and violence occurring in the city, as well as columns of smoke rising from city streets and buildings.
"All right, calm down, Peter.", thought Peter, trying to get his bearings back. "What's actually happening right now?" He studied the various buildings and monuments in the city across the bay. Some looked positively medieval, while others looked more futuristic than even Spider-Man had seen. Some had a Gothic design, while others had sleeker, more efficient looks to them.
"Obviously, they all come from different places across the world; heck, not just across Earth, but across the universe... maybe even the multiverse!"
The sounds of violence and pillars of smoke were gradually increasing on the mainland. "Perhaps there's actually people that I know in that city. Maybe even other heroes from my dimension!"
He immediately pulled out his cell phone and tried to turn it on. No dice, the cellphone was dead. Peter grunted in frustration, his hopes of contacting Avengers Tower, the Baxter Building, or the Sanctum Sanctorum dashed to pieces. If they were here in this city, than they were on their own...
Wait a minute...
If there was a possibility that those locations had been brought to this dimension, what about other people he knew? Mary-Jane, Aunt May...
Peter, on instinct, reached back to his phone, only to remember that it was dead. No signal means no satellites, meaning the latter wasn't transported here.
Well, no other thing to be done about it... Peter readied himself to head back in the proverbial lions' den. Back to the city...
That was when a huge shadow rolled over him and the statue of the bald monk. Peter looked up, half-expecting the dragon from before having returned to finish its snack. It wasn't. It was one of the zeppelins he had seen over the city earlier. This one was massive, colored black.
Using his heightened eyesight, he was able to see several human figures jump from the underside carriage of the zeppelin. Peter instinctively moved to try and catch the falling humans, when metal grapples shot out of their wrists. Peter was vaguely reminded of himself swinging across the rooftops, as the metal grapples grabbed ahold of the monk satue, slowing their fall to the ground.
Peter was soon surrounded. The men were dressed in police uniforms, though none that Peter had ever seen before. Besides the metal gauntlets on their wrists that shot the grapples out, they were also dressed in metal plate armor over their torsos.
Peter circled around, trapped, as the police officers began to tighten their circle around him. An audible thump occurred from behind Peter, and he spun around to see a late middle-aged woman standing outside the circle. She had a stern, implacable face, and two scars on the side of her cheeks.
"Hold it right there.", said the woman, though Peter wasn't planning on leaving so soon.
"Why should I?", said Peter, too startled by today's events to think of one of his usual quips.
"Because we have some questions for you.", said the woman. "Specifically, about that mess over there." She jerked a thumb back at the city.
"You can't think I caused that, do you?", said Peter. "I'm just one guy." Peter tried to calm himself down. These people were clearly from another world and were just as startled by today's events as he was. Though, randomly arresting him just for being in the same mess as them was certainly inexcusable.
"I don't know what to believe, frankly.", said the woman. "Take him back to the airship, boys." The men began to advance on him.
"Look, officer, I'm just as confused as you are, but arresting me without due cause is not the brightest..." Before Peter could finish, one of the officers shot a grapple at him from his wrist. The grappling wires wrapped themselves around his own wrist. As Peter struggled against them, he was frankly fascinated. The wires seemed to be moving of their own volition, as if they were alive or being controlled by an invisible force.
Nonetheless, Peter had to get out. He shot a strand of webbing at the officer's face. Peter pulled with all his might, bringing the officer's armored torso straight into his closed fist. The man fell to the ground, winded considerably, a huge fist shaped dent in his armor.
The other officers stood in considerable shock, including their cowboy cop leader. Then, the other subordinates entered the fray.
Unfortunately for them, this fight was mere child's play to the likes of the Spider-Man. Despite their armor doing a number on Peter's knuckles, all the lugs were soon laying on the pavement, dazed and confused.
"All right, you want to do it the hard way, let's roll.", said their leader. The female officer began to move her hands gracefully in front of her. Immediately, the different segments of her armor floated in mid-air. Peter was strongly reminded of Magneto, which was not a great feeling.
The woman shot the pieces of metal at Peter. Peter tried to dodge, using some pretty fancy footwork in the process, but was unable to miss two hunks of metal wrapping around his two wrists.
The metal, seemingly alive, began to drag Peter to the ground, all the while the woman was controlling it. Peter tried to avoid being rendered helpless; he eventually seemed to enter a stalemate with the woman, with both of them sweating profusely at the stress of trying to overtake the other.
"Lin, what are you doing?", came a rough, male voice from outside Peter's field of vision.
Lin (apparently) lost focus and looked towards the speaker. Peter managed to jerk the pieces of living metal off of him and threw them at the officer. Lin managed to recover herself enough to a backwards summersault to avoid the first hunk of metal (pretty spry for her age), but the second hunk hit her right in her unarmored torso.
Peter didn't stay long to see her fell to the ground. He ran as fast as he could away... but not for long...
A blast of air hit Peter in the small of the back, pushing him towards the statue. Peter managed to stick himself to the ground as fast as possible using both his feet and two strands of webbing to the ground.
He could just make out the man who was blasting air at him, dressed in red and orange. The strands of webbing soon broke against the onslaught of air. Peter tried to recover by sticking his hands to the ground, necessitating a crouching position, but it was still too much. He flew back into the statue, banging the back of his head against the hard metal.
The last thing he saw before blacking out on the ground was a man with an arrow tatooed on his forehead helping the woman named Lin to her feet...
