Chapter 2-"Where The Hell Am I?!"
He's the rewrite for chapter 2 finally done! Thanks for your patience guys! Enjoy
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Peter woke up slowly, he felt something soft under him. He didn't want to move. Couldn't, really. His body felt like dead weight, heavy, unresponsive, and his head was throbbing. A bead of sweat traced a cold path down his nose, Peter cringed internally. He wanted a show-
Wasn’t he just at the top of the statue of liberty with Dr. Strange?
His eyes snapped open. A vast, unfamiliar room stretched before him. Too big. Then came the fragmented images: a flash of green, the dark dampness of a cave. He remembered two figures. Vigilantes, he thought. The vague sensation of being carried and falling asleep.
But all that doesn’t answer the question of, where the hell is he?!
Peter pulled himself up, or attempted to before his arms gave out and he fell back against the soft pillows.
Damn it, c’mon body! Now’s not the time for you to give out on me. I need to find a way out, because I’d rather not take my chances with the big issue of whether those guys before were vigilante’s or something worse and knowing his luck, well again-he’d rather not risk it. Mysterio-Beck, at least taught him one thing-don’t trust people right off the bat. I mean you shouldn’t anyway but, still.
So with new found determination and slight fear, he pulled himself up. His vision swam causing him to grip the headboard. After a few seconds, his vision stopped spinning allowing Peter to actually see the room he was in.
It was large (no shit), with pale green walls and dark wooden floors. Painting lined the walls, of animals, buildings, people he didn’t recognize, etc. Although fortunately for him, there were two windows on his left.
With his way out discovered, Peter slowly stood up on shaking legs. A cough caught in his throat. It felt raw, scraped. He slowly made his way over to the left window, every few steps, he stopped, forcing a quiet cough into his elbow. He was sick. No time for that. His healing factor would take care of it. A day or two, it would be gone.Approaching the window, Peter could immediately tell he wasn’t in New York anymore.
“You're in Gotham baby boy!” ^v^
Ignoring the voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like DP-The city was dark, smog hanging over the whole city. The other houses on the street were basically mansions, manors? He didn’t know the difference. Looking beyond the skyscrapers, he could see a large bridge leading to another part of the city. Although the buildings looked like they went to war with the Punisher..
His spidey-sense has been a dull buzz since he woke up, not changing as he moved to the window.
Wary,unknown,cautious,city,danger(?),careful
So the whole city itself is dangerous…fun…
Peters thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming towards the door.
New,unfamiliar,wary,careful,hide,run,old(?)
Peter hastily with weak hands, opened the window and scrambled out onto the cold roof tiles. He quietly rushed over to the side of the roof and climbed down, having to stop himself from coughing a few times before hitting the ground and sprinting towards the city. Shivers wrecked his body as he ran but he ignored it, swerving around people and avoiding the areas his spidey-sense screamed at-he made it to the bridge.
As soon as he slowed down to a stop he started coughing, the air was cold, his body was hurting, and his headache leveled up to a migraine-lovely.
When he finally stopped coughing Peter walked across the bridge hoping to find somewhere where he can get information, like where Gotham is for example.
Alfred opened the door to their guests room, a towel and water bowl in hand only to find their guest gone. The bed was messed up and half the blanket was on the floor, while the left window was open.
“Our guest has departed unexpectedly,” Alfred stated, his voice calm. He walked to the open window. He scanned the immediate outdoor area, searching for the boy. The exit appeared recent, but no trace of the child was visible. He closed the window. Walking towards the bed, he bent down and picked up the blanket. Folding the blanket down onto the bed, he gave a small smile before heading towards Master Bruce’s study to inform him of the child’s disappearance.
Peter hates this city, he’s almost been mugged 12 times in the last hour, what the hell?!
Besides that he’s completely lost, after he crossed over the bridge his spider-sense had become a slightly stronger buzz alerting him that this part of the city is dangerous and to be wary-which, he kinda already knew based on the amount of crimes he can hear happening.
He wants to help, really-he does. But he’s not stupid; he doesn’t have his suit and he feels like the wind could knock him over any second. So swallowing the guilt in his stomach he kept walking to-wherever he’s walking to.
After a bit of walking Peter came across a library that looks a lot more put together than any other building here. Gotham Library it stated right above the doors, opening them Peter was flushed with warm air. Thank God, I thought I was going to be a spidersicle.
Walking in Peter was in awe at how large it was, the marble floors, the chandelier above him. It felt like he was walking into a mansion. He looked over at the front desk to the left of the doors and saw nobody there,
Where's the librarian? He thought
It was odd, but maybe they were just in the back room doing something. Although he should be able to hear them if that was true…maybe the back room is soundproof? Okay that would be weird but it’s still a possibility.
Shrugging it off Peter looked around for computers, if they had any before finding them on the second floor. The computers were bulky and definitely out of date, they looked like the computers before Stark Tech. Eughhh.
Sitting down in front of a computer he noticed a sticky note with the guest login written down. Logging in (Which took way too long) Peter clicked on some knockoff google, Sooble(?)-and looked up Gotham.
Clicking on the first link Peter just become confused and worried-
[Gotham City, also known as the crime capital of America is located in New Jersey. It is known for it’s nefarious rogues and vigilantes, the Bats.-]
First off-he’s never heard of Gotham in his entire life and he thinks he would have being a vigilante himself and the fact it’s the crime capital of America apparently. Second-HE’S IN NEW JERSEY?!
“Ewww indeed baby boy.” XP
“Deadpool?-you know what, nope not gonna talk to the voice in my head in a library-back on track Parker” Peter mumbled, hoping no one had heard him.
Then he remembered the article mentioning rogues(?)-(Are they villains?)-and vigilantes. Looking up Gotham Vigilantes took him down a very long rabbit hole, there was Batman, Nightwing, Batwoman (Who hasn’t been seen in years), Black Bat, Spoiler (What kind of name is that?), Signal (The only daytime vigilante, poor guy), Red Robin (Yum!), and Robin.
Which is a lot for one city but Peter can’t really say anything because New York has way more Heroes AND Vigilantes. Continuing his earlier thought he goes to search up ‘Stark Tower’ to use their publix email only for the search to come up empty.
Peters stomach twisted at this and he searched up ‘The Avengers’-
[No results found, check for any spellings mistakes.]
Peter was frustrated because he knows now what happened but he doesn’t want to accept it.
He’s in another universe, great.
Peter took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, at least this way no one will ever remember him.
Looking at the time on the computer Peter froze, because the date’s wrong…right? It’s 2025 not 2011..Then he realized just how much shorter he was compared to the computer. Confused and a little worried, Peter signed off the computer and went to find a bathroom, which luckily-was right next to the computers.
Entering the bathroom Peter rushed over to the mirrors, except, he was too short to look into them.
“What the hell…” Peter was NOT this short, he might’ve been shorter than most at 15, standing at roughly 5,7 but he wasn’t, like, 3 feet tall!?
Peter quickly looked around for a stool and, thank god, he found one. He placed it in front of the sink and climbed up. He froze when he looked into the mirror,
“What the hell!?” He yelled, he was 10 again! Maybe-he was a really short kid so he couldn't tell. Great, now he can add time travel to the list. He huffed in annoyance while getting down from the stool, putting it back where he found it.
At least now he knows to avoid homeless shelters, he doesn’t want CPS called on him.
With that last thought Peter decided to leave the library and find some place to settle in until he can find out what to do.
As soon as he walked outside his body shuddered, it was cold, freezing even. Which now remembering he’s sick and definitely shouldn’t be out in the cold in the first place starts to look for a place to squat in.
After avoiding being mugged a few times and wandering for maybe around an hour(?) he can’t tell anymore his heads a bit fuzzy, weird. He was able to spot some abandoned opera house, which was boarded up from top to bottom except for a small window on the second floor. With numb hands and a whole coughing fit he climbed his way up and into the window, closing it behind him.
Peter looked around for some place to sleep, noticing old rubber mats on the floor, he gathered them up and placed them messily around each other and laid down with a yawn.
He could explore the rest of the opera house tomorrow, he just wants to sleep.Closing his eyes, Peter soon fell asleep.
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