(Peter gets a little more than he bargained for)
After what seems to have been hours he took in a breath and he choked
Liquid quickly flooded his lungs once again, but this time of a different kind, instead of the warm metallic taste, it was a more sludgy texture,
It was grimy and tasted of chemicals
He reached his hands up to claw at his throat, his nails much sharper and much stronger than they should be, Leaving angry red marks underneath the green-
Wait
Green?
His eyes were open fully now and he had to close them as the liquid stung his eyes, There was green everywhere. He opened them once again this time, determined to figure out where he was,
But just opening them didn’t help him any.
The liquid wasn’t clear like water, It was still just pure toxic green, And as his lungs continued to fill up, he knew he had to get out.
So taking his hands away from his throat he began to flail
Throwing around his arms as he tried to get enough momentum to get him out
Where? He didn’t exactly know
But he was confused, and frustrated and in pain, And finally,
Finally.
His hand pushed through the surface, and after his hand came his head and he gulped in as much fresh air as he could, choking and spitting out the sludge
His throat burned by the end of it, and he had to drag himself out of the green onto the wet mud surrounding it.
“Fuck-“ He gasped
Finally able to speak. He looked around, and though he was out of the- what should he call it? Pool? Lake? He wasn’t entirely sure
But green still clouded his vision
Not all of it, more like a frame
But On the entire outside of his vision, of everything he could see.
He took a moment to breath, sharp breaths rattling his ribs. He tried to calm down so that he could think rationally, He couldn’t recognise where he was,
That’s all he knew
He woke up in some kind of- pool, In a place that most definitely was not queens
And most importantly..
He was supposed to be dead.
There should have been no way for him to have survived that jump,He remembered dying
He-
He was suddenly over come with an intense feeling of fear, Because despite everything
He didn’t know what had happened.
He tried to stand up,His legs shaking like a newborn fawns, And he began to walk
He didn’t know where too, he just started walking.
Maybe he could find out where he was?
He was doubtful but he tried nonetheless
He didn’t really know what else to do
And maybe that’s what scared him?
Not knowing.
Everything bad that had happened happened because he didn’t know
He didn’t know uncle ben would get shot that night. He didn’t know that the other peters villains would turn against him.
He didn’t know they would target aunt may
He didn’t know how to fix the multiverse
And when he made Stephen make everyone forget him it was because he didn’t know
And in the end,The reason he killed himself was because what else would he do?
He didn’t know.
So he walked. And he kept walking,
Ignoring the feeling of grime and mud coating him,The excess liquid in his lungs
He kept walking and finally finally by some miracle he got somewhere.
It was a dodgy looking place sure,
But it’s not like he had anything If someone tried to mug him, And anyways that was the last of his worries right now.
He noticed a shop with a basket In front, displaying multiple different newspapers
Against his better judgment he picked one up and slowly began to read it
Having to refocus his eyes every now and again, he ground his teeth together.
‘GOTHAM’ It read in bold black writing
And now, Peter has never been especially good at geography,
But he was pretty sure he would remember if there was a state called Gotham-
What shocked him more was the picture on the front.
A bat shaped figure. A cape spread in the wind, a cowl barely noticeable above it
And that might have been what really made him pause. Because a missing state?
Sure maybe he could excuse that
As he said, He’s not the best at geography
But a vigilante- One that has an animal theme- And swings around buildings?
There is absolutely no chance he could have missed that. He held and stared at it for too long though it seems because the owner of the shop suddenly came storming out, a rolled newspaper in hand and began shouting and waving it at him, Shooing him away as if he was a dog.
And so he left. The more he walked around, the more his senses began to return to him
He could feel the constant prickle at the back of his neck, alerting him of the danger around him,It came from everywhere, so Peter couldn’t exactly pinpoint where the danger was coming from, or who it was coming from
But he figured if he was like about to get killed or something his spider sense would at least tell him.
He sucked in a deep breath as he passed by and alleyway. it wasn’t a particularly cold night, Warm actually, but not the good kind?
He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain, but it’s like kind of warm that makes your sweat stick to you in the most disgusting way.
But to be fair that could also be the dirt and sludge he was covered in
Whatever, he’ll deal with it when he can,
It was dark out so he figured that nows as good a time as ever to try and find some sort of shelter, After all if he was walking about during the day, looking the way he probably did people would find it suspicious
Especially if he was climbing in and out of abandoned looking buildings
But that doesn’t matter-
It dark right now, so he’ll get done what he can
He lifted his head, his eyes darting back and forth as he continued to step forward
As he said before the place he was in looked dodgy, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone burst out of one of the alleyways and shanked him.
He also didn’t think he would really care
I mean he was trying to kill himself. Not that it worked. He let out an annoyed grumble, some words occasionally slipping out his mouth
However, distracted as he was he just barely noticed an abandoned looking building.
It was far apart from all the others he had been trailing past, and it certainly didn’t look safe.
Peter beamed,
It was perfect
He quickly went around the side looking for a way he could get in,The front door was boarded shut, and he’d make way too much noise if he tried to break it down
Despite being the ‘nerd’ at his school (which he never really understood- they went to a school focused on science, they were all geeks-)
But despite it, he had never been good at staying quiet,So he looked around the sides and eventually found a window with the wooden planks boarding it coming apart, the nails that kept them on obviously rusted
And with a look of determination on his face he placed his foot on the wall and slowly began to skitter up it,
When he got to the window he used to a little strength to just push the wood back the rest of the way, and let himself in
Once he had gotten inside of course, he placed the wood back to where it was so no one would see it had been tempered with
Once he was done he simply stood for a few seconds, taking the place in
It was very run down and definitely not safe,
But that was probably part of what drew him to it.
I mean just because the world seemed to have something against him and wouldn’t let him kill himself, Doesn’t mean it would let something else. Hell maybe if he was lucky enough the building would fall apart on him while he was asleep.
That though may have been what brought him the most comfort since being here
Because soon after he was hit by a wave of exhaustion, A lot had happened after all,
Maybe not the most that had ever happened
But still enough to make him tired
So he looked around, trying to see if anywhere would be comfortable to sleep,
There weren’t any couches or beds, and honestly Peter had no clue what the building was used for before it was abandoned
But in the end he decided to just sleep on the floor,
He knew he didn’t regret leaving his web slingers up on that roof at the time,
But now he really just wishes he had them,
So maybe he could use them to make the place more comfy.
It didn’t matter though, he was tired
And when he was tired he could sleep anywhere.
He felt his eyes flutter close, and that feeling of cold embraced him once again, words being whispered in his ear, though he couldn’t hear what was being said as he drifted off