Chapter Text
For Peter, like many others, the day began as normal. Peter woke up, began getting ready for school, ate breakfast with aunt may, and then waved goodbye as he left their shared apartment. Today, not like many other days, he had a field trip. While on the bus heading to said fieldtrip, he felt an inkling of danger.
Like the rational adult (read: irrational child) Peter is, he got Ned to distract their classmates as he snuck out of the bus and to one Tony Stark, or more formally known as IronMan. Peter, now dressed as Spider-Man, snuck onto the enemy space ship, and that leads to now.
In space, on an unknown planet, one of Titans Moons, begging not to die.
His legs disappeared first, collapsing into IronsMans arms, his hands began going next.
And before he knew it, his back had hid the ground and he was whispering "I'm sorry" to the older male.
Peters world went black.
All he could think about was his Aunt May.
Or maybe Tony?
His thoughts blurred together as lungs screamed to breathe.
Wait—
Breathe?
Wasn't he already dead?
Perhaps he's in the afterlife, Peter doesn't recall how to breathe.
It hurts.
He wants out.
He feels a heavy liquid all around him.
He tries to scream but the liquid fills his lungs instead.
His instincts take over and he furiously begins swimming up, or what he thinks is up. He can't really tell.
Peters hands break the surface and he flails his hands, hoping to catch a ledge.
The cold, broken concrete knicks his hand and he let out a hiss as he grabbed the ledge and hoisted himself up.
He crawled out of the sickly green liquid, on his knees, Peter coughed up what was in his lungs.
Peter opened his blurry eyes and tried to focus, his senses warned him of danger but he could feel no presence.
His arms felt weak, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't focus on his surroundings.
Eventually, the coughing stopped and his eyes began to focus.
Everyone was green hued, probably from the liquid he just pulled himself out of.
It was also strangely.. purple? Like how his Biology teacher described as Ultraviolet.
That could not be possible. Although Peter knows spiders only see in Green, UV, and Red, he isn't fully spider. Just partly.
His wrists itched, he scratched them as he thought.
What if he really was becoming more spider?
Wait, how did he end up here?
Wheres everyone. No, where is he.
He glanced around the rundown room he was in, layers of dirt and dust made it slightly hard to breathe.
He could feel blood dripping to the floor. It was coming from his wrist.
With a start, he glanced at his wrist.
The sight made him sick.
Why did he has a little slit on his wrist? Where did it come from??
Why was there something sticky and white coming out of it mixed with the blood?
His head hurt and all this thinking made it worse.
He finally noticed how bare he was, and it suddenly felt very cold.
He didn't understand what was happening. Why was it colder than normal?
He knew being partly spider made it harder for him to thermoregulate, but it never got this bad?
He heard footsteps down the hall and jumped, and was suprised to see how high and fast he had jumped.
How was he already on the ceiling?? Why did it feel so natural to be hidden away in the darkest corner of this unusually high ceiling.
The footsteps were far away, but with his enhanced senses, and sensitive hearing, it all sounded too loud, too close.
He missed his suit, he missed karen blocking out the noise with all those ridiculous settings Tony added.
God, he missed Tony.
And Aunt May.
And Ned.
And—
God, he needs to stop thinking.
When the footsteps were far enough away, he plopped down from the ceiling and cautiously walked out of the room.
The place he was trapped in was huge! Overly so! Who needs all this space!!? Why was it all so dirty and grimy.
He searched what seemed to be an abandoned lab for something to cover up.
Peter eventually found a, mostly clean, lab coat, alongside some.. less than clean overly sized jeans and a slightly cleaner black shirt.
Peter decided against the lab coat, he assumed he looked strange enough as is.
What with the green liquid crusting against his skin and matting his curls. He slid the clothes on and attempted to find an exit.
Around 20 minutes later, he was successful in finding an exit, only to be greeted by cold Autumn air.
Wait an minute. Autumn?? It was the middle on April! It's supposed to be Spring!
It was also raining, which.. ew, Peter doesnt like the rain when its cold out.
Atleast it was somewhat washing the green crusted liquid out of his hair, right?
Right..
It didn't take long for Peter to realise he was lost.
It also didn't take long for Peter to realize this wasn't New York. It also didn't tale Peter long to realize he wasnt in the right Universe.
How you may ask?
Well, he just so happened to see a newspaper that read "Gotham Times."
And whhere does Peter know Gotham from?
The stupid Batman comics he used to collect with Ned.
He's in New Jersey. Hell on Earth.
He grumbled to himself as he kept walking.
Finding himself right on the edge of Crime Alley, right outside a very abandoned, very empty, apartment complex.
He snuck inside the first open window he found, and the room was the fire escape so it wouldnt seem weird on how he got in!
The room was also, mostly, well kept! There was hardly any broken walls or floors!!
And there was even some run down furniture he could fix up!!
There wasnt any rats and he even had a few spider friends hanging out.
He made his way through the apartment complex in search of some cleaning supplies, he needed to clean first.
He found an old mop and a sponge thats still in its packaging, alongside a few rags, shortly and found that the tap worked, only cold water though.
He didn't care on bit as he began scrubbing the floors and walls. He finished off with beginning to clean off table and broken chair before he collapsed on the run down couch and slept peacefully.