peter parker can't seem to catch a break. no matter how hard he tried to stay out of trouble, it always seemed to find him. this time, however, it wasn't the average "oops, i put my nose where it shouldn't have gone and now i'm paying the price" or "oops, i kinda goofed up that fight and now there is a knife in my leg."
no, it was far worse than that.
apparently, someone from the avengers team had gone mad and messed with realities, and of course, peter somehow got dragged into it. memories were fuzzy, but the last thing he remembered was a ball of red exploding. then suddenly, he woke up in an alley way. . . and he very quickly realized that he was no longer in new york. or if he was, it wasn't his new york anyway.
confused, lost, and honestly afraid, the masked hero began to wander around in an attempt to find out where he was and what happened. a certain tingle on the back of his neck caused him to pause in his tracks. quickly turning around, his eyes scanned the area in search of who or what caused his sense to alert him.
"hello. . ?" the young, unsure voice called out.
