Spider spider on the wall
He wakes up to darkness surrounding him like a warm blanket. His head throbs and his stomach aches in a way that reminds him of when he first became Spider-Man. Back then, he was still getting used to his new metabolism and his enhanced senses. So there were many nights where he would lie awake, unable to fall asleep due to the overload of sensory inputs. Of course things like super hearing comes in handy when you're on something like a spy mission, but less so when the neighbors are screaming like their only job in life is to make sure anyone who has ears regrets being born. If that's the case they should get a raise.
Returning his focus to his surroundings his eyes adjust enough for him to make out the shadows of a large room. Wait a minute, where am I??? He has a vague memory of leaving his crash site but it was weird. It was like trying to remember the plot of a movie you watched at one am that you fell asleep halfway through. He couldn't remember a lot of details, just that he was scared, ran, and found his way here. A shiver races down his spine. He decides to put a pin in that thought because at the moment, his stomach reminds him he has more important matters.
Shaking his head as if to physically dispel the unease he looks around, finding his backpack next to a rusted pillar. It's a miracle that the tattered thing hasn't fallen apart by now. It was in no case peak condition when he was back home but now, somehow it seems to be functioning even less.
Sighing, Peter reaches in and grabs his civie cloths. Spider-Man is probably gonna be a lot more suspicious than a ratty teenager around here. When he gets the top of the suit off he breathes a sigh of relief. Man, did it feel good to get out. He was used to the snug fit of the suit designed to prevent snags while still allowing movement but he was actually struggling to take full breaths. Maybe he'd have to lay off the cupcakes for a while, Aunt May had been spoiling him more than usual.
Reaching over to pick up his shirt he-YOUVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! His heart nearly leaps out of his chest and onto the ceiling like he would have if now for the fact he was too shocked to move.
Bracing himself, he nervously looks back down to see another two sets of arms on his torso.
“OH. MY. GOSHOHMYGOSH-”. Why does he have four more arms than usual? When did this happen?? Is he stuck like this forever? Is this it, is he a monster now? Is he a danger to people? Will he have to live in a sewer out of sight for the rest of his life? Would he have an extra advantage at ping po-. He forces himself to take deep breaths, his chest shuddering as he tries to quell his shaking and subdue the panic bubbling in his stomach. Wow, the ceiling is very pretty today.
After calming himself a bit, he glances down again and almost recoils at the sight. They're not ugly or anything, they just look like normal human arms but sticking out of the wrong places but it feels wrong. Slowly reaching down with his top pair he tenderly touches his mid hands.
The skin is soft without any of the calluses and wear and tear that comes with being a vigilante. It's tender and he can feel even the small draft coming through a broken window. He slowly flexes a few fingers but stops because it just feels too weird. He stays there for a second, slack jawed and staring before rubbing a hand down his face.
It's nothing like he's ever felt because he hasn't felt anything like this. It's the same feeling as moving any other muscle but it's all wrong. The best way to describe it would be to imagine moving your arm but feeling it move on your stomach. A long, dramatic sigh is pulled from his mouth.
Seems like fate thought he didn't have enough of a challenge being in another universe so she decided to add a little something to spice things up. (He's right, it's very entertaining)
Groaning in frustration he slumps down glaring at the wall. He does what's quickly becoming routine, and ignores his problems for the moment.
Then, he makes a plan.
Ok so mayyyyybeee calling this a plan was a little far fetched. His “plan” so to speak, was to “get a job, figure out where he was, and get some damn food”. It was more of a to-do list than anything but who cares about the semantics, right now he was pretty sure his body would go on strike if he didn't get something in his stomach within the next minute.
Stopping by a small convenience store he bought a sandwich to stave off the hunger.
Lucky for him, he was used to the art of being “invisible”. In the streets of New York, people who were noticed were normally targets for crime. Rich tourists who walked around gawking at everything with all their valuables on display caught the attention of a lot of people he spent a lot of time webbing up. So even as he passed by towering gothic style buildings that look like they were taken straight out of a young adult vampire romance novel, he kept his head down and focused on his mission.
After his snack he was ready to get to business.
He's gonna need to find out where the heck he is.
Now you may be thinking he wouldn't be able to go outside with his ahem… extra appendages. But you would be wrong. Wearing one of his baggier t-shirts, he was able to tuck his arms in a way that didn't look too unnatural. A normal passerby would just think he's a little weird shaped. Although, if someone were to really look at him it might seem a bit strange.
However he found no such difficulties as he walked through the streets. The similarities to New York were almost comforting to him after all the crazy of the past 24 hours. The sounds of car horns blaring and people rushing about reminded him of his home. What he did find strange was the constant droning of his spidey sense. Now Queens wasn't the safest place around and there was a low level hum anytime he walked the streets but it wasn't anything quite like this.
Every corner he turned and every person he passed sent a shiver of danger down his spine. This was akin to fighting low level thugs even though he was just passing by what he thought were normal civilians. What are the chances of this whole city being a gang? He would think the chances were pretty low but the universe seemed pretty mad at him right now so he would keep that in mind for the moment.
He had considered asking someone for directions, but after simply approaching someone and receiving a glare that would make you think you've cursed their entire family he quickly went to plan B. Wandering and hoping he got there eventually.
Where you may ask? Why the library of course.