THE TRAIN WASN'T enough to kill Spider-Man. Although badly bruised, Y/N was able to get inside the train car. He limped into an empty seat and laid there, letting out a cough before finally succumbing to exhaustion and passing out.
He woke up in a holding cell. The bruises and cuts on his face were fading thanks to his healing factor, but to the rest of the people inside with him, he just looked like a hungover teenager. He had an orange shirt over him.
"Hi." A man sitting beside him greeted.
"Where am I?" Y/N asked.
Another guy wearing face paint responded. "Municipal holding facility."
"They said they found you unconscious at the train yard. Very dangerous."
The man wearing a hat that sat to the right of the kid spoke as well. "And we gave you the shirt because you seemed a bit cold."
"Thanks." Y/N replied. "You guys are nice...and speak really good English."
"Welcome to the Netherlands." The man said with a smile.
Y/N's eyes widened. "I'm in the Netherlands right now?"
"Yep."
The teenager immediately got off the bench. "Bye." He went up to the bars of the cell and called out. "Guard!"
"The guard is on a break. Probably talking to his wife."
"Yeah, she's pregnant." The other guy said.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah!"
Y/N reached through the bars and grabbed onto the padlock. He crushed it with his bare hand and opened the cell door before walking out.
The three men looked at the open doorway and one of them stepped up to it. To not anger the guard, he closed it back up and sat down.
Y/N put on the orange shirt he was given and walked through a village. He went up to a man standing by a fruit and vegetable stand who was on his cell phone.
"Hi! Could I borrow your phone?" Y/N asked.
"Yeah." He answered with a smile and handed it to him. Y/N was taken back by how pleasant the people were.
"Everyone is so nice here." He muttered.
Y/N looked at the phone and thought about who to call. A few options popped up in his head and he settled for the person who can help right now. Someone Peter and Tony trusted...even his dad, so that meant he could trust them too.
Y/N walked through a field of flowers, limping as he still felt discomfort from being hit by a bullet train. He heard the whirring of a jet above and it flew over him before landing nearby. The boy limped towards the parked aircraft.
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