Webs Of Secrets.

Peter felt dizzy as his head was spinning— probably from hitting it so hard and the blood loss. He tried to get up but the world span as he ended up falling back down.

His thoughts was interrupted as he heard voices. It was an older man and maybe.. maybe someone his age? It was hard to tell.

What he did know was that whenever he opened his eyes again he seen a man in a black and blue suit and a man in a.. red, yellow, and black suit. The younger man had a cowl on while the older one had a domino mask on. Peter was gonna say something but the words didn’t come out.

He blinked again but the next thing he saw was that he was in a car.

After that- he passed out.

{5 hours later.}

When Peter finally opened his eyes again, he didn’t feel as dizzy as he did and he could feel there was tight bandages on his side and leg. He looked around at his surroundings and noticed that he was in tied to a chair and he was in some sort of bedroom. ‘Have I been kidnapped?’ peter thought. I mean, it wasn’t impossible. He’s had many people try to kidnap him before but then why would they have bandaged his wounds?? He didn’t have time to care as he tried to break out of the restraints. Usually he could, but he couldn’t. Had he been injected with something so he couldn’t use his powers? Smart. Peter was interrupted by someone walking in. He was tall and had some super-suit that was black and included a bat on the chest area and a yellow belt on. He also had another cowl on and it had really pointy ears. He looked pissed. ‘I wonder who pissed him off..’ Peter thought to himself before he heard the man start speaking.

“Hello.” The man said. His voice was deep— really deep. And his tone was serious. Peter didn’t respond and just blinked in response as he waited for the man to speak again. “First off, what’s your name?” Peter struggled to respond as he wanted to say peter Parker, but he noticed he was still in his spider-man suit. He spoke in a quiet tone but loud enough for the man to hear. “Spider-man..”

“Spider-Man?” The man said afterwards- trying to confirm. Peter gave a small nod of confirmation as the man wrote it down in some notepad. The man continued on to ask another question; “Where are you from?” Peter actually had to think on that. He was about to respond, but remembered he didn’t know this man. Before he thought it through he asked “Who are you?”. “Batman.”Peter just blinked slowly and thought it over. BAT-man? Did he have some bat powers? Could he fly?? I mean, it was kinda lame to have your name as BAT-man and not even have any flying powers..

The Bat visibly could sense peter was being judgmental as he narrowed his eyes and repeated his questions from earlier. “Where are you from.” But this time he said it more seriously. “Why do you want that information?” Peter responded with, learning back in the chair he was tied too. “I’m trying to figure out where you came from.” Batman responded— with a small growl in his voice. ‘Shiver me Timbers..’ Peter thought, sarcastically. Peter was about to respond again but another man walked into the room. Now that his vision wasn’t blurry he could actually see that the man. He had curly hair, a blue domino mask, a blue bird symbol that stretched from his shoulders to his chest and all the way down to his wrists, and he had these blue sticks or whatever on his back. He didn’t have that serious of an expression on his face as the other man as the man walked closer and placed a hand on the bat’s shoulder and spoke; “how about I take over?” His tone was friendly as the Bat looked at him. “Are you sure?”. The other man smiled and nodded “Yes, B.” The Bat sighed and walked out. The man walked closer to Peter and looked him over. “Hello. I’m NightWing. And from what I heard, your is Spider-Man?” ‘NightWing’ said. Peter’s expression softened as he felt a little safer with him. He nodded and muttered a small “yes..” NightWing nodded in response and asked the same question as the Bat did.

“Do you remember where you’re from? I need to know so we can try and help you get back from where you came from.” Peter wasn’t going to say but his mouth spoke before he could even think. “Queens.” NightWings expression went to confusion as he leaned back into the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “Where?” He asked, visibly not knowing where it was. “Queens. It’s in New York.” Peter responded quietly. Maybe this man was just stupid. “There’s no where named Queens in New York.” Peters expression darkened as he began to get confused himself. “What? Yes there is.” NightWing cleared his throat and walked over to the door. “I’ll be back.” NightWing walked out, leaving Peter alone.

NightWing walked out to Batman and looked at him, worried. “He said he’s from Queens.” Batman’s expression turned to confusion. “Where?” Bat said, not quite understanding. “I don’t know. That’s not a real place, is it?” NightWing said back. “No it isn’t. I would know if it was.” The Bat said back.

—

Peter was in the room kicking his feet forward and back out of bordem. He would much rather be in his bedroom doing homework than this random place. He let out a sigh of annoyance. He was hoping that at least Queens would be safe until he got home. Not to mention- that dumb clown that caused this was probably still loose. Just as he began to think, the NightWing guy walked back in. He got back in the position he was in and began to ask the questions again. “Do you remember anytning that happened before you came here?” Peter remembered fighting that ‘dumb’ clown and then falling off the building as he spoke. “There was a clown.. the..the joker.. we was fighting until he pushed us both off the roof and then I just remember being here.” Peter looked at NightWing and noticed his expression was shocked. He almost dropped his pen and paper as he muttered “the joker..?”

Peter nodded in confirmation as NightWing writ it down. “Do you know where he went?”

“No.” Peter responded— what was so bad about the joker? I mean, yeah sure he was some clown with messy makeup and a gun but what was so bad about him that had this guy so worked up?

“Right..okay.” NightWing responded and then continued his list of questions. “What are you?”

 “If you mean my job then it’s a superhero.” Peter responded, crossing his legs and bouncing one up and down. “Interesting..” NightWing muttered while writing it down onto his notepad. “Any powers or abilities?”

“Why do you need this information?”

“To help send you back from where you came from.” NightWing said back to Peter, trying to remain patient. “I can stick..shoot webs..sense danger..blah blah blah.”

“Thank you.”

“Yup.”

After a few more questions like family members, friends, etc, they finally ended. They didn’t exactly set Peter free yet but they did unchain him so he was able to walk around now. “I have never been so relieved of stretching before.” Peter thought as he collapsed down onto the random bed, laying on his back. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there but he must’ve fallen asleep.

{Oct. 2nd.}

Peter opened his eyes and noticed the sun creeping up from the windows. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually got a normal amount of sleep without his hero life, school, etc getting in the way. But it felt good. He noticed there was a note on the bed next to a pile of clothes. He couldn’t really just reveal his identity like that so he decided against changing even though he stunk. He decided to pick up the note and read it anyway, though.

“Good morning. After you read this, feel free to come down for breakfast if you are hungry. If not, no worries. I have also left you a pile of clothes beside this note just in case you want to change into something else.

—Alfred P.”

Peters first thought was; “Who is Alfred?”

He hasn’t heard the name Alfred mentioned at all and has never met anyone with that name from what he could remember. Maybe it was someone else who lived in this house? Eh, he didn’t really care. He wasn’t really hungry as he crossed his legs and began to think of a plan to escape this place. He could use the clothes to run off and escape.. he couldn’t exactly escape in his suit since some people might recognize him and he definitely couldn’t stay in that house because he didn’t know anyone there. Their names wasn’t much of help as to who they are. Hell, they didn’t even say where he was!

After thinking on it, he decided to change clothes and leave the suit buried into the closet. He could always make a new one using Mr. Stark’s equipment. After he changed he opened the window and looked out— he could survive the fall as he decided to jump out and escape. When he landed it disturbed the previous wounds he had that he assumed that was already halfway healed but it didn’t hurt THAT bad.

He ran off and far away from the area. He escaped into the streets after a fuck ton of walking. There was a lot of lights and a bunch of cars, it was a big city. ‘Why don’t I recognize this area..’ Peter muttered as he looked around. He would’ve known about this area, wouldn’t he? He was disrupted from his thoughts as he heard someone scream from the alleyway that was behind him. He quickly turned around and seen two people trying to rob this girl. He couldn’t stand and watch someone get robbed, even if he wasn’t in his suit. He walked closer to the men and cleared his throat loudly to get their attention.

“Hey! Give her purse back.” He said with a small growl.

“Mind your business, kid. You don’t know what your doing.” One of the robbers said as Peter stepped closer and punching the one who said that right in the jaw— he actually didn’t mean to put much force between it but the men dropped unconscious. The other man looked scared as he was about to run before Peter did the same exact thing to him. Afterwards he got the purse and gave it to the girl. The girl looked grateful as she said “Oh thank you— your an angel.” As she gave Peter 30$. He was about to give it back when the girl put a finger over his lips, preventing him from saying anything and then gave him a smile before running off. Peter just stood there, blinking. Now really knowing what just happened.

‘I could buy food with this money..’ he thought as he looked around for some nearby restaurants that would be cheap. He spotted one and then went inside. After a few minutes he ordered and then another 10-15 minutes later he got his food; which was calzone because why not. He had some leftover money and used it to tip the waitress.

After that.. he didn’t really know what to do because apparently Queens didn’t exist here and he didn’t have a home or anything and it was probably only 2pm. He was walking down the street when he felt himself getting dragged into an alley. Of course. The man pinned him too a wall and said “I heard you knocked 2 of my men unconscious, boy?” The man’s breath STUNK. And it took everything in Peter to not give a disgusted look.

“You mean thing1 and thing2 who was trying to rob someone? Then yes, I did.” Peter replied back, dusting off his shoulder where the man had grabbed him at.

“You should’ve minded your business, kid.” The man said with a smirk and backed up: signaling to his boys. “Mess him up.”

The two men behind him began to step closer as before they could punch, someone dropped down in front of Peter.

It was a women.. Peter thought so at least. She had a cloth covering her face with pointy ears kinda similar to Batman. Her outfit also had a bat symbol on it but it was outlined with yellow white the rest of it, besides the belt, was black. The belt was the same color as the outline of the symbol; yellow. She also had a cape. She managed to catch both men’s fists and twist them. Afterwards she kicked them both in the gut and knocked them unconscious. The third men getting the same treatment. She clicked some comm that was in her ear and said “I found him. At least I think..” she muttered the last piece as she nodded and gave a small ‘mhm’. She then turned around and looked at Peter and spoke.

“Hello.” The girl said, giving a small wave. She had a quiet voice.. and it was calm, much like the nightwing guy. Peter cleared his throat and finally decided to say it back. “Hi?” It sounded more like a question due to how confused Peter was. How many heroes did this city have?