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[myresponsibility]

[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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[myresponsibility]

No, it's just- [Mentally facepalming a little bit here.] Peter Parker. Not-

[He drops it with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.] Okay. Is there anything else I should know?

[springs_eternal]

[Probably not the best idea to talk like that - he'll think your name is Peter-peter Parker Not.]

Be on your guard for now - there has been a great deal of fighting lately, and many buildings within the city are badly damaged.

[myresponsibility]

[Someday they'll figure it out. :c]

Why are they attacking us if we don't even want to be here? Wouldn't it make more sense to, you know, figure out a way to get us home?

[springs_eternal]

'They' who brought us here are not necessarily 'they' who attack us, and, if truly different, the intentions of the two are in strong contradiction.

The 'Authorities', the ones who led a vicious attack on the people here, do not wish to seek peace. It is not their way.

[The creature holding the communicator moves for a moment; he seems to be sitting down to rest, and the scene across the video feed changes slightly - one might even notice mountain peaks in the distance.]

No, they seek to control, and that which cannot be easily controlled, they eliminate. In order to maintain their chokehold, they cannot loosen their grip by simply sending us away, or they likely feel it risks showing weakness.

They will not show us mercy, Brother. They target the sick and the wounded, the poor and the defenseless.

[myresponsibility]

[There's a part of him that really wants to say that's not my problem, but... that attitude hadn't worked for him, before, and he'd paid for it dearly. He's got a responsibility to help people where he can. He knows that now, and it's not fair for him to just throw up his hands and say I just want to go home and get out of this place.

He owes the world his gifts, and that doesn't really change, just because he's here.]

I guess we've gotta help whoever we can, then.

[springs_eternal]

I'm very glad to hear you say that, Brother Parker. Very glad.

I would come to meet you, if I could, but I'm afraid I must stay away from the city for now. In the mean time, please seek out Major Kaidan Alenko - he is currently asking for assistance on an important project, and I feel that you would be a great help.

[myresponsibility]

Sure, I'll try to get in touch with him. Are you okay?

[springs_eternal]

Why, yes, I am quite well! Thank you for asking.

No, my seclusion is only because I must - what was that phrase? - keep a lowered profile.

[Walker flew around during the Raid, knocked down a few OA Hovercraft, pissed their forces off, then had the nerve to go around healing people. He's a little nervous that he might bring down some heat on others, so he's off in the mountains, doing some wise guru meditation.]

I should go. Please stay strong and believe that all will be well.

[myresponsibility]

[You're a good man, Walker. :C]

Sure. Uh, good luck with keeping a low profile.