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[Peter's grabbing his actual communicator after trying to call Gwen at least six times and discovering that nope, his smart phone doesn't have a connection down here. In this. Wherever he is.

There's a long moment where he wonders if he's been snagged by someone - not the cops, definitely not the cops, but maybe Dr. Connors or Oscorp or someone, when he'd been walking through the sewer-

He clicks on the audio, holding it like a phone as he starts moving away from the pod, starting to explore a little more, still in the costume.]

Gwen? Are you-

[The audio cuts abruptly for several minutes, because things are starting to fall into place and either this is a really, really weird dream, or he got yanked out of the sewers of New York City by aliens. And now he's stuck on some ship in a strange... somewhere. He can't feel the ship moving, really, there's no hum under his feet from an active engine or something.

The next part is a video feed, and Peter's changed out of the costume by now. He might not be great at keeping the mask on sometimes, but he figures it's better to try and keep the secret for now. He looks a little roughed up. There's scrapes and bruises on his face - over his left eyebrow, his jaw, his cheek, the bridge of his nose - and there's sort of a resigned-but-desperate edge to the way he addresses the camera, because seriously, he really can't be here right now.]

So, uh, I have no idea what's going on, but I really need to get home, like, now. So if someone could point me in the direction of whoever brought me here, I'd really, really appreciate it.

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I hope you weren't caught in the attack?

[Yes, Wing sees that the newcomer doesn't look in the best shape. Exhausted, if nothing else.]

We all do, friend. But we need to survive here while we figure out how to do that.

[The question is what grabs Peter's attention, and he suddenly looks a lot less confused and burnt out and more focused, surprised.]

There was an attack?

[Well, Wing is having his usual luck being helpful, it seems. If he could facepalm at himself, he would.]

Er. Yes. The second attack since we began awaking. The Authorities--the ones who live in the dome--view us as a threat.

...we're not. Like you, we all just want to go home.

[The dome? The Authorities? To think he was wandering through the sewers of New York City looking for his former mentorish who'd turned himself into a giant lizard.

... Okay so maybe this was just the next logical step in The Ongoing Adventures of Peter Parker's Life Getting Very, Very Weird.]

Look- As long as I'm here, in this... dream or hallucination, because there's no way - no way - this is really happening- Can you start at the beginning?

It's not a dream, I'm sorry to say.

[He nods, takes a ventilation of air, and starts again.]

Several 'months' ago, we began awaking, in pods on the ship. [He gives a small gesture--he hopes that part at least you can relate to?]

We found ourselves here, all from different places. Apparently we were intended--somehow--to be weapons or used in the war between those who live in the domed city and their enemies.

But the ship we were on crashed, a very long time ago, and we were forgotten. And now we are the enemy.

[There's a lot he wants to ask about that - what war, who were they supposed to be fighting, why do they hate us now, how did they snag us, how did you all figure this stuff out if we don't know who did it - but one part hits home harder than anything else.]

... what do you mean, a very long time ago?

[Wing would answer all he could. He's patient like that.]

Long ago enough that the ship we were in crashed and was half buried. The Authorities in the dome had entirely forgotten about the ship until we began appearing.

[Peter's voice is maybe a little shakier now, because just. Oh my god.]

So, even if we could get home, everyone we knew might be- [He doesn't really want to finish that sentence. :|]

[Oh. Oh. And to think Wing had never considered this. ]

I...yes. It's possible.

I've never considered it, because in my world, I have already died.

[Peter has to switch off the feed for a moment to compose himself, because that's kicking him in the chest and he doesn't really want to start losing it in front of a stranger. Even if the stranger was a robot.

He sinks down against the wall of the ship for a moment and just... lets that all sink in. Everyone he knew could have been dead for decades, and he had no way of knowing about it. What would happen with Dr. Connors and the attack he was planning on New York? And Gwen? And oh god, Aunt May had already lost Uncle Ben, and she'd been worried and he'd never told her, and what would she have thought when he just never came home?

After a few minutes, the feed clicks back on, only this time he's changed it to voice, because he can't handle talking face to face with someone right now. Maybe can't even handle talking not face to face with anyone.]

How is that possible? If you're already dead? [His voice was quieter and a little choked, like either he'd been crying or just holding back tears, but he still wants to know, because if he's stuck here... probably better to get all the info he can.]

[Wing notices the format change, and clicks his down as well. The other doesn't want to see him, either.]

That I don't know. But I remember dying. And waking up here, my injuries were repaired.

[He cycles a vent of air.]

I am sorry to have distressed you. It is possible I am wrong. Since we all come from different worlds, it's possible that they can bend time as well as space, those who brought us here.

It's fine, it's not- [His voice sticks a little, he's not great at comforting other people when he's struggling with something too, but.]

It's not your fault. I guess I'm just gonna have to hope you're right.

[Wing would argue he doesn't need comfort. This is his future, the only one he has. In a way it's better than losing something beautiful.]

I think we all are.

But until then, we have many mysteries to solve.

And those can wait. Have you eaten?

Uh- [Good question. Lunch in the cafeteria? That already seemed like a long time ago.] Not since I got here, no.

[It might sound naive, but Wing, well, he is. But it seems to him that bad news seems just slightly less overwhelming when one has some small comforts such as food, or rest. ]

I could take you to the Old City? There are rations aboard the ship but...fresh food is better for your kind, I've been told.

[Peter hesitates for a moment, wondering how this could blow up in his face - and there seems like there's a lot of ways it could - before nodding and then realizing oh wait. He can't see him, right.]

Sure. Where should I meet you?

Are you by the ship? I can be there shortly and take you to the Old City. If you trust me flying.

How good of a flier are you? [He's pretty clearly just kidding.]

I have my moments.

[A little pride. He does enjoy flying.] I have to say it's good to have open air to fly in. However limited.

I can imagine. I'll see you outside.

[And would you prefer spamming/logging/assuming?]

[It's up to you and MY GOD I never got the notif for this!]

I'll see you there.

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[voice] guh sorry for feels xD

[voice] not as sorry as Wing is. ;-;

[voice] it's cool bro he had to find out eventually ;;

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