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As any normal broke and crimefighting teenager would, Peter was dumpster diving for.. anything useful or interesting really. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford the stuff he needed, Mr Stark would be more then happy to spend money and resources on him, yet there was something nostalgic about scavenging in the trash after school.
So far Peter had found a broken phone with a shattered screen, a whole trash bag full of old but not filthy fabrics and clothes that he took with him to pass to Aunt May for the homeless shelter, an hair dryer and two books that seemed interesting enough to read.
Passing the streets of Queens with trash bags may have felt awkward a long time ago but most of the people in the neighborhood knew him already and were sometimes even friendly enough to give him food or stuff they had no need for anymore.
Hell, Peter was even able to earn a few bucks by fixing a few electronics here and there.
It was a friendly neighborhood, peaceful to say the least. And that is what made it so concerning to Peter when he felt a slight tingle at the back of his head. It wasn’t screaming danger at him like it normally would but something made it react. He followed the tingle with caution and found himself standing in front of yet another alley.
Carefully setting his stuff down onto the floor Peter made his way inside. There was not much, a bit of trash and a few cartons laying on the floor. The ever consistent tingle got stronger so he finally moved the boxes aside. There was a small skull laying behind them, possibly from some kind of horror figurine or something like a collectible. When Peter picked it up his senses and the tingle went down at once and he noticed just how tense his body had become in such short amount of time.
The skull felt pretty smooth and would’ve been a prefect miniature human replica if it wasn’t for the teeth inside of the eyeholes. It frankly was a bit creepy.
Wandering back outside, the skull safe in his pocket, there was a crow perched upon his pile of trash yet the moment Peter stepped closer it flew away onto a near roof eyeing him suspiciously. He just smiled and found the remains of his cheese sandwich in his backpack, gently Peter set it onto the ground and went on about his way home. If the crow didn’t eat it the rats would which was also fine by him.
The skull was still pretty weird, maybe it some sort of cursed item in which case he probably would have to get rid off it as soon as possible… well-, destroy it. It would be no good if someone else picked it up. Maybe he could ask Doctor Strange about it?
That was future Parker’s problem! He had it now and he had to get home first.