Peter suddenly found himself falling. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. He fell all the time, and almost always caught himself again with just a thwip of his web-shooters. The problem this time, though, was that as he became aware that he was falling, he became aware of two other things. The first one was that all the skyscrapers and tall buildings that made up the Manhattan skyline had suddenly vanished, replaced by a large canyon that looked like it had been taken straight out of the southwest. This led to the second thing he became aware of: without any buildings for him to web to, he was about to have a painful and probably very brief landing.

Judging how fast he was falling and how high up he was, Peter estimated he had approximately 9 seconds until he hit the ground. And the canyon walls were too short for them to catch him now. Fortunately, Peter had been doing this job for eight years. And while this was a new, unexpected wrinkle to the job, he was still Spider-Man.

He thwipped out a zip line web, to the canyon wall, slowing his descent a little. He had been going too fast for him to change direction completely, but he bought himself a few more seconds. And that was all he needed. He quickly thwipped a web line between the two canyon walls, catching himself on it. The line wobbled for a moment and Peter was afraid it might break off. But then it stabilized and he stood there safely, completely balanced.

"Whew!" he said, wiping his forehead. "That takes care of problem number one. Now to deal with the bigger problem. Where the hell am I and what happened to New York?"

He looked up and shot a line to the top of the canyon wall, whipping himself up. He landed a few yards from the top and scrambled up the rest of the way. Once he was up there, he took a deep breath as he took in the view, taking off his mask so he could breathe easier. He hadn't gotten a good look while he had been falling because he'd been concentrating on the fact that he was falling to his death. But now, he could see it all. And it made his blood go cold.

As far as he could see, it was just a deserted landscape, sandy dunes in the distance with canyon walls lining the area between. There was no sign of New York anywhere. It was like he'd been transported to another world entirely.

"Mysterio, I swear if this is you I'm going to smack that stupid fishbowl off your head," he muttered under his breath. But somehow, he didn't think this was the so-called master of illusion. Whenever he fought the guy, his spider-sense went crazy, disoriented and confused. Now, it was normal. It didn't feel lulled or muted like it had sometimes before. Which meant that this was either a dream, or very real.

"Ok, Peter," he said to himself. "You've just been teleported to…somewhere. A desert. And you have no idea how or which desert." He looked up at the sun, and tried to estimate from its position where in the hemisphere he was. It was currently right above him and since it had been about to sink back in Manhattan, he guessed he was somewhere in the southwest United States.

"Ok, still in the U.S., probably Nevada or Arizona," he nodded. "That's doable. Don't how they teleported me like that, but shouldn't be too difficult to get out. Hopefully. First thing's first, find some sign of civilization and if you can't, try and find some water." In this desert, that was key. "Then, find a phone and call MJ and apologize for missing dinner tonight. Though I think she might forgive me for this one. And, if I can find out how this happened to me in the meantime, that would be great. Ok, good plan Pete. Now get to work."

He then decided to take a closer look at his surroundings to see if he could get a better idea of which direction to take. He stared at the horizon, turning in a circle as he looked for anything that could help him, but all he could see was more desert and canyon. As he looked, he could feel the sun beating down on him in his suit. He could already tell it was going to start sweating soon, which was the cherry on top of this already wonderful day. He became so focused on that that he almost missed it, looking right past it only for it to register in his brain a second later and make him look back.

It wasn't much. Just a tiny dot on the horizon. But it was something, and that was the point. Out of everything else around him, it was the only thing that stood out, that could possibly be different. Which meant it could possibly help lead him out of this desert.

Whatever it was, it didn't help him guessing over what it could be. He had to get there first. He eyed the distance and squared his jaw in concentration. It wasn't going to be easy. He couldn't just swing. He might be able to do some short swings here and there but the canyon wall's weren't tall enough for him to get very far like that. He'd have to resort mostly to zip line webs.

Peter took a deep breath and then took off at a run, leaping off the edge of the canyon wall. He instantly shot out a web, yanking himself forward even faster. He landed on another wall and ran across its surface before leaping off again and thwipping himself forward. He kept doing this, occasionally performing some parkour when necessary. The sun beating down on him wasn't pleasant, but he had managed to battle Sandman during one of the worst heat waves of New York City a few summers back. That had been particularly nasty. This was cake compared to that.

"Let's just hope I don't run into Sandman here," Peter said to himself, looking at all the sand around him. "Cause that will suck. And I just know the sand is going to get into everything. Alright, let's run through the possible people who could do this. Kingpin? Maybe not. He might have had the resources once but seems strange now that he would waste money on building a teleportation device just to send me away instead of just killing me. Which also begs the question, why not just kill me? Why send me here?"

That was the thing that was confusing him here. Whoever used this teleportation device either wanted him in this specific place or wanted him out of New York entirely, probably for some nefarious plot. But if they wanted him out of the way, why not just kill him. They had clearly taken him by surprise with his spider-sense failing to warn him in time, or at all. Something else to look into. But that whole thing made the idea of wanting him out of New York less plausible. It was more likely someone wanted him in this place for a reason. He just had to figure out what that reason was.

He kept going, thwipping himself over the canyon and occasionally swinging when he found he was able to, enjoying the refreshing sensation for the brief time he had. He kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary in the canyon, but so far all he saw was more sand and stone formations, none looking mad-made.

As he continued on, making good progress, he still wondered about how it happened. To be able to teleport him across the country like that was incredibly advanced. He wondered who might have the resources for that. Iron Man came to mind, but he was an Avenger so he was unlikely to do something like that. Osborn seemed likely, but it seemed like if anything he would pour all his resources to helping Harry instead of going after Peter as Spider-Man. And many of Peter's other enemies were more small-time crooks. He still thought Mysterio might have a hand in this. It did seem right up his alley. But Peter's senses were still working perfectly, so unless Mysterio had really upped his game, this was all too real. Still, he kept it as a possibility. That only left Taskmaster's mysterious organization. Peter had been wondering about them, watching and waiting to see if they would make any other moves towards him but so far nothing. Maybe this was it. They had tried to recruit him last time so it was a little strange they instantly went to kidnapping after he turned them down. But maybe they really wanted him. In that case, why send him here?

Peter was in mid-thwip when he was startled out of his thoughts by a bloodcurdling roar coming from another part of the canyon, one that was definitely not human. He stopped at the top of a stone pillar and looked over to where the roar had come from but couldn't see it, all the rock formations blocking his vision. He shrugged and turned away. "Guess I know which direction I'm not going in," he said to himself, leaping off the pillar and reaching out to thwip himself to the next rock.

Then he heard a scream of terror, one that was most definitely human. In midair, he swung his body back around, shooting out a line that hurled him right to where the sounds were coming from. "Any direction but that one," he muttered to himself. "Because that's just my luck."

He hurriedly thwipped over another part of the canyon when he felt his spider-sense beginning to tingle, warning him of the danger nearby. He followed it, swinging past another pillar and over a wall just in time to see a monster straight out of his nightmares stalking a girl who had fallen over and was now cowering beneath the creature.

"Hey ugly!" he called out, swinging straight towards the monster. It was like someone fused a bear with a komodo dragon, creating a scaly, furry beast with large teeth and a long, sharp tail. Peter didn't know what it was, but he didn't care. It was about to kill someone which meant it needed to go down. As the creature turned towards him, he fired a web right at its mouth, snapping its jaws together. It growled in surprise and anger, scratching at its jaws and the web, trying to remove it.

While it was distracted, Peter landed next to the girl. "Hey," he said, walking to her but the second she saw him, she screamed again and started scrambling for something in her pocket.

"Whoa, whoa!" he said, lifting up his mask a little so she could see his mouth. "It's just a mask, it's not my actual face," he told her. He'd gotten this reaction a few times from people who didn't recognize him. "See. This whole thing is just a costume."

She seemed to relax a little at that, looking at him as she panted hard with fear still in her eyes. He held out his hand to her and she hesitated for a moment before taking it. He helped her to her feet and she backed off a little, still clutching at her pocket. Peter didn't know what that was about but he decided not to say anything.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Wh-what is that thing?" the girl said looking at the monster. She looked about seventeen or eighteen with bushy, brown hair and seemed to have a British accent. She finally managed to pull out whatever was in her pocket but Peter didn't get a good look at it.

"Hell if I know," Peter replied. "But that webbing isn't going to last much longer. Should probably get higher up." He glanced to the canyon wall above them, estimating. "Grab on," he said.

"What?" the girl asked, surprised.

"Grab onto me," he told her. "I'm gonna thw- GET DOWN!" he yelled grabbing her out of the way right before the large claw slammed down right where they had been. Peter whirled around and saw the monster coming in for another attack, its jaws still webbed shut. Apparently, it had decided to kill them first.

"Alright, try these on for size," he said, switching his web-shooters to taser webs, firing several rounds at the creature but the monster just winced and shrugged them off. "Ok, that didn't work," he muttered. "Let's try this then." He leaped out of the way as the monster attacked again, switching shooters again mid-jump and firing as he landed, the impact webs striking directly into the monster's eyes.

It bellowed in anger and frustration, clawing at its eyes. Peter smiled but it was a short-lived victory as the beast suddenly sniffed the air and then its tail came up out of nowhere. It was only thanks to Peter's spider-sense that he avoided it in time. But he wasn't able to avoid it the second time as it came lashing out at him, whacking him in the ribs and then slamming him into the wall.

He groaned as he fell to the ground, clutching at his ribs. Nothing felt broken but it was definitely not fine in there. He got to his feet and then his spider-sense went off again. He looked up to see the tail coming around again. Apparently the wolf-lizard thing didn't really need its eyes to attack. He got ready to use his webs when the girl suddenly appeared next to him, holding something in her hand. It was the thing from her pocket except now he could see it clearly. It was a very smooth stick. And she was pointing it right at the creature. He was about to yell at her to get out of the way when the unexpected happened.

"Stupefy!" the girl yelled and a jet of fiery red light shot out of her stick right into the monster's mouth. It retched and backed off, stumbling a little. Peter looked at the girl in amazement but she wasn't done. She said a few other words and another jet of light shot out, this one hitting the creature's head. It stumbled back again and then moved sluggishly, moving its head around in confusion at what to do.

Peter gaped as the girl turned back to him. "Ok, what just happened?"

Hello all and Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoyed this story and will stick with it cause I have lots planned. I'll be releasing a new chapter every few days, at most a week. This is a story that I'm really excited about cause it was just so much fun to write.

I'll also be adding at the end of each chapter a character guide to help you all know which characters are which. For example, this Spider-Man is the one from the PS4 game. And the other character, well if you can't guess that one you'll just have to wait. Until next time.