Peter flopped down into one of the chairs in the lab and felt himself practically melt into it. His whole body ached and his throat burned so this was a much needed rest.
He'd woken up about a half hour ago and then spent some time cleaning up the vomit (which was not a fun smell to wake up to) and finding his way back to the lab. Peter knew he probably should have eaten something so at least he wouldn't starve, but his stomach was still queasy and he wanted to check something on the computers.
What he had not expected to find was a no name case file matching his description. What was even worse was it clearly stating he was dead. That wouldn't make any sense though, Peter was very much still alive. He tried scrolling further down, but was only met with blacked out words. His head began throbbing again and Peter was suddenly glad that he hadn't eaten anything.
Peter sighed and decided to find out other information, like where he was. A quick Google maps search led him to his answer, Gotham city. He'd never heard of the city before, although that wasn't surprising because it's not like he knew all the world's cities. However, after some more searching, he felt he should have at least known of one of the world's most crime ridden cities.
Peter started getting confused when he read about Gotham's vigilantes. Mainly when he read about Batman, one of the members in some major hero group that he, yet again, knew nothing about. Something urged Peter to look at the corner of the screen and that's when he saw the date. It showed it was the 28th of July, 2014 at 5:32 pm. Peter's head spun.
'No that's not right. That would mean I've somehow traveled more than ten years into the past… Unless.' Peter thought.
An idea came to mind. One that he didn't entirely like. Peter wasn't in the right world, whatever had happened during Doctor Strange's spell had sent the hero from Queens to the dark city of Gotham. And now he's most likely stuck there. After all, who would go looking for the hero no one really remembered.
Peter once again felt sick to his stomach. His head hurt even worse and a spot in his vision was starting to go dark- migraine.
He groaned. "This sucks."
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A day had passed since he'd woken up and in that time he had managed to create a makeshift bed (or rather what looked like a nest) out of some towels, blankets, and shower curtains; moved the food and water; and cleaned up the lab. He also noticed that he would have to leave to the outside world at some point as he was low on food. He'd had some luck in his life and found a few bills in one of the discarded clothes (it was only twelve dollars, but it was better than nothing)
Feeling he could finally brave the city, he began looking for the exit. Then, before he knew it, he was standing before a fairly large metal door. Peter could smell the sewage even behind said door and guessed that the lab was underground.
He was immediately bombarded by awful smells as he easily pushed the door open into what looked like an underground canal. There was the sound of rats scurrying, slow moving sewage water, and the steady drip off in some random corner. Peter just knew that he'd smell awful as soon as he got out of there.
Once again, Peter began looking for another exit out of the sewers. Soon enough, he found a rusty ladder leading upwards and climbed it. Peter made sure that the alleyway was clear before lifting the manhole, after all it would be suspicious to see some skinny teenager lift a several hundred pound hunk of metal. What disappointed Peter even further was the fact that the smell was almost worse above the sewers.
Peter immediately made sure to remember his location, it'd be some awful Peter luck to lose his makeshift shelter after only just making it homey. 'It's not like anyone would know if I did lose it anyways, nobody knows I even exist.'
Sudden pain shot up his arm and the loud, resounding sound of bending metal. He winced from the onslaught of pain and sound and looked to see a hand shaped indent in the dumpster nearest to him. Peter blinked in confusion. 'Did I do that?'
He already knew the answer to that. His now bloody and bruised hand trembled as his skin already began to itch, trying to stitch itself back together. He hadn't even realized he was angry. Yes, he had been starting to get frustrated from the nagging thoughts that kept whispering to him dark things, but that wasn't enough to warrant such an outburst.
Peter felt sick. Ever since he'd woken up in the suffocating substance he'd felt… off. Everything felt heightened; sight, smell, hearing, but what was the most noticeable was his emotions, namely anger. He'd been able to shrug it off until that moment, but now it took control. This was dangerous and Peter knew that.
He dragged a hand down his face and let out a tired sigh, one more thing to think about.
GROWL
Peter's stomach promptly reminded him that he hadn't eaten (and kept down what he had eaten) in who knows how long. Making sure that he still had his money, he stepped out of the alley and began his search for a store.
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He found a small convenience store a few blocks away and was grateful to see the warm face behind the cash register. Peter may have only been walking around in the city for a few minutes, but he was quick to find out that it was aptly named. Although he couldn't deny that it held an eerie beauty to it, with its dark shadows and harsh, gothic architecture contrasting sharply to the pretty little flowers he'd occasionally find breaking through the sidewalk.
The atmosphere was pleasant so far and Peter busied himself by looking for non perishables that would last him some time. Then came the chime of a bell and his spider sense blaring. Quickly ducking behind a shelf, he looked over to see a man dressed in black pointing a gun at the cashier. Adrenaline shot threw him and his heartbeat sped up, his eyes flicking around to see how he could take the thug down.
Suddenly his hand was on the thugs arm, pointing it upward to the ceiling as the gun fired off. His sensitive ears rang terribly, but the look on the criminal's face was honestly kind of hilarious so it paid off a little bit. Not to mention the fact he'd just saved the cashier from a bullet hole in the chest. Peter hadn't meant to hop into the fight, but his body had taken over and he was all too grateful for that.
The man struggled with Peter, but Peter refused to back down. Suddenly a warning rang in his ears and he ducked just in time to see a metal pipe swing above his head and smack right into the face of the thug he'd been grappling with. The thug dropped like a sack of potatoes and Peter was quick to snag the gun out of his hands. Turning sharply, he came face to face with the other thug, though Peter could only guess he had been too distracted with the first criminal and simply had not noticed him in the first place. The thug swung but it was slow and Peter could react in more than enough time. Snaking beneath the man's arms and dancing around him, Peter kicked the back of the man's knees but was abruptly stopped by a fist colliding with the thug's head.
Peter confusedly met the gaze of the man who'd come to help, though he could confidently guess that, whoever they were, they were one of Gotham's many vigilantes. He was dressed head to toe in a black and bright yellow armored suit with a white bat symbol displayed on his chest. The only thing being visible was the man's lower face which sported a small smile
