There was sand in his shoes. It wouldn't have been as noticeable but with his heavy limp, he could just feel all the sand packed in with every heavy step. And that wasn't the end. He could feel the particles of sand in the folds of his clothes. It grated harshly against his skin.

Peter has already been walking for quite some time in a single direction. The streets were relatively bare due to the late hour but there were enough people that made him keep to the shadows.

While walking, Peter noticed a trend in the shops. They were filled with merchandise, particularly, hero merchandise. Peter wondered if heroes were present in society or if they were just from comic books.

Though, considering how plentiful they are between shops, he guessed they were present wherever he was too… Even if he didn't recognize any of them. When he was studying up to become a vigilante and when he actually was one, Peter made sure to identify all heroes, even those of different cultures and in comic books.

So, with him not recognizing the heroes in the posters, it could mean a few things. One was time travel, he jumped forward in time. This would be beneficial if he could get a computer and research whether Spider-Man existed or not. Then it is just a matter of convincing authorities that he's the real deal.

Next would be an alternate universe… Which is not ideal. That means he would have no support and would be on his own. He would have to figure out the ins and outs of society.

Sighing to himself, he limped painfully into an alley to avoid any pedestrians. There was no telling what they would do to him and what would happen after they decided to help him. It would be just his luck if he ended up getting kidnapped and experimented on.

Glancing at the people, he had to do a double take. One of them had a reptilian face and hands but was speaking native Japanese. Another had bat-like wings stemming from their back along with horns on their head. The last was someone who looked like a normal human.

It was…

Peter was…

It was confusing but it did sort of confirm that he was in an alternate dimension. He highly doubted that his Earth would evolve like this in comparison to the state of technology. If society looked like this, then technology would have advanced a lot more.

It was just one big confusing situation. But since such looks were normal, Peter guessed he would have to get used to it. It was basically just a bunch of mutants running around. Yeah. But did that mean everyone on this planet had powers?

Shaking his head, he waited for the people to pass. A shiver racked his body. It looked like he was at the beginning stages of hypothermia. Gritting his teeth, he pushed off the wall, not knowing when he started to lean his weight against the wall in the first place.

He staggered out of the alley to continue on his way. At some intersections, there had to be some type of free help for the homeless or maybe an abandoned place where he could set up shop.

Well, if he found food, he could always return to the beach and build a temporary shelter. He winced at the thought of returning to the smell.

Turning the corner, he was met with a forceful push, settling him against an inlaid doorway. Blinking and stunned, he looked up to meet the eyes of the person who shoved him. The guy, no, guys each had a weapon or were using some kind of power.

The man in front of him was gripping the front of Peter's shirt while keeping him pinned to the door. In his other hand, he had a switchblade that had fire dancing across the surface. The man though had a mask covering his face but his eyes were a blazing red.

"Give us your money, kid."

Peter looked at the man confused. When was he able to understand Japanese? "Uhh… Pardon?"

"Did you not hear me, brat?" The man then reiterated while tugging Peter forward and slamming him back against the door. "Give me all your money and valuables."

Glancing slightly down at himself, Peter returned his gaze to the offender and stupidly replied, "If you haven't noticed, I am currently wearing pretty shabby clothes and am underweight. If you had any conscience, then you would realize that I have no money."

"What did you say?!"

The offender brought the knife near Peter's neck. Peter felt the heat coming off the blade and instinctively leaned away.

"Well," Peter began, not able to help himself. "I don't have any cash but you would have realized that if you even had one brain cell."

Growling, the man's hand flinched forward at a quick pace. Peter barely managed to lift his hand to catch the guy's forearm before he could continue any further. In a practiced move, Peter shoved the arm with the switchblade away from him while throwing one of his legs out to hook behind the assailant's leg and pulled towards himself.

This made the offender trip to the ground, his knife clattering away. But it also alerted the rest of his group to Peter.

"Uhh… Hi?" Peter waved half-heartedly.

Each of them had anger in their eyes and Peter was trapped in a doorway which he couldn't easily get out… Great.

Letting out a breath, he barely was able to get into a fighting position before an off-white ribbon wrapped around one of the guys and dragged him away. Peter perked up, confused by what he just witnessed. The other guys seemed to know what was happening though.

"Shit!"

"Run!"

"Every man for himself!"

They all scattered in different directions, trying to get away from the source of the ribbon. "Huh?" Peter only barely managed to get out as the guy he laid flat on his butt scurried away.

Apparently whoever owned the ribbon was well known enough to make criminals scatter… Good to know. Peter wondered where he could get a similar ribbon.

A man dropped down from the roof in front of Peter. He wore a loose black tracksuit with a white ribbon wrapped loosely around his neck. And adorning his face was a pair of yellow goggles.

The hero turned towards Peter and carefully walked towards him, his palms facing forward in an unthreatening posture. "Are you okay, kid?"

It took a second for Peter to register what the hero was saying before he nodded slowly. Peter technically didn't really get hurt from the encounter.

The hero gave Peter a once-over before sighing heavily. "Look, kid. Clearly, you're hurt and in need of medical attention. You're covered in scratches."

"No thanks. I'm fine. Thanks though."

With that Peter tried to walk around the hero but the hero grabbed onto his arm, halting Peter.

"Let me get my medical kit and tend to your wounds while I take a report of what happened. Alright, problem child?"

Peter pondered it for a second before nodding. "No hospitals."

"No hospitals."