@techyshields // non-powered peter sc.
Peter didn’t mean to get himself into this.
The world just can’t let him get to his apartment without some sort of interruption. It’s the closed street near the school, which makes him take this strange route around, not too far away from where he normally walks, but he isn’t that familiar with where he is either. And of course, that leads him into a BUNCH of problems. Spotting an alleyway nearby, he figures it’ll be the quickest way to get himself back on course. No way he could’ve known about the people there.
Escaped convicts, hiding out somewhere while they plan their next criminal move. Peter doesn’t even notice them there at first, until he hears talking, and briefly looks around the corner. His heart rate spikes, and he knows he has to get out of there, but it’s too LATE. They’ve seen him. He lets out an embarrassing squeak, taking off in a run. “Hey, get back here! Get that fucking kid!’
He tries, but they catch up to him, one of them grabbing him by his shirt collar and SLAMMING him into the wall of a nearby building. “Gotcha’ ya little shit,” He grumbles as Peter wriggles against his hold, his frail body standing NO CHANCE against him. “Bet he heard our plans, no way we’re letting you spill anything, kid.”
“I didn’t hear anything!” He exclaims, still struggling, but all of a sudden, a burst of PAIN shoots through his face as a sickening crack comes from the bridge of his nose. That can’t be good.
