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I just came to my senses
Peter looked around groggily, taking in his surroundings. He was laying supine on a flat rooftop, several other building towering over him, the sight of huge digital billboards flashing brightly, incomprehensively, around him..
He had hit the ground, - Roof? - hard, and while the city around him was blindingly bright, he was sure it had been daylight he had seen before passing out. Either way, it was a dark sky that shone above him now, with just as many stars as he was use to (which was close to none on a good night)
In fact, he wasn’t even sure the spell had worked, it still looked like his city, but Strange wouldn’t have left him unconscious on a rooftop. They were both assholes, but not that kind. Not “cast a spell but fuck off before the other person realised it didn’t work” kind of asshole. Peter certainly wouldn’t have hurt him if it hadn’t, Strange had been upfront about the chances.
Must have worked then.
I live in another dimension
Fuck! It worked.
At least, the jump did. Time and research would show if this was the right universe. Had to make sure there wasn’t already a Peter Parker in this one, that mutants existed and he wouldn’t be dissected the first chance the government got, that superhero was still a job he could avoid signing up for..
Regardless, he was out of the old one, and his family would be safe.
Just, without him.
Peter stood and released a deep breath.
Fear is nonexistent
There was nothing he could do now, just hope the doctor could carry out the rest of the plan. He’d done his part.
Peter pulled his mask down over his face, whatever emotions he was showing gone from view, grabbed his small pack from where it had landed, and stepped to the edge of the roof.
*thwip*
Suit up and swing through the city
He swung high, avoiding lit windows and people out of their balconies. He was tired. So, bone dead tired and a fight was the last thing he was itching for. He knew a few good spots to crash in his old city, but who knew if they existed here.
As Spiderman swung, he slowly became aware of the differences between the two cities. The ads were different for one, and what few brands recognised seemed to have picked different colours. Coke-a-cola had radioactive-orange packaging. He was not looking forward to a neon christmas, if that was a thing here.
Police lights were still red and blue, but the siren was different. That was hardly a surprise.
The biggest difference, and he almost fell out of the sky when he finally noticed it, was all the cars drove on the wrong side of the road.
“What the fuck..” He perched on the side of a building and watched the traffic, letting his camo ability take hold and blending in with the concrete he gripped to.
He shook himself free after a few minutes and swung on.
He was so fucking tired.
Annihilate, I’m wide awake Be very afraid
He found a rooftop that even in this universe didn’t have stairwell access, internal or external, which was perfect. He threw down his small bag, which contained little more than a change of civilian clothes, a few snack bars and a one or two mementos, onto the dirty concrete.
I’m in my own world give me space
Exhausted, he lay down, the bag as a make-shift pillow, and stared up at the sky, letting the noises of his new city, his new life, surround him.
Tomorrow, he might go looking for a better bed, food, a job maybe, hopefully a shower
Tonight - he just needed to get some fucking sleep.
I’m in my own universe give me space..