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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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[Eighty people dead, more injured.

Hey Parker, remember when the biggest problem in your life was trying to avoid pissing off Flash and getting your homework done on time?]

And it was because we're here. Even though none - or at least most of us, I guess - want to be here.

[A slight, grim nod.] Our presence is a catalyst, yes.

I imagine the situation would be dire regardless, however. [His lips curl in a slight scowl.] The Authorities don't seem to need very much excuse for barbarity.

[They sound like a lot of fun. Peter's expression is somewhere between stony and resigned, and maybe a little "I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this without going completely insane".]

Who are they?

[His expression softens again, before he raises his good arm to push a hand through his hair. It could probably use another wash.] They come from the domed city - some manner of militia, I believe.

One might think they'd be content to stay there, and let the rest of this world live in peace. [But are they ever? The jaded weariness is clear in his expression.]

[It is, and he's not sure if it's because of just what's happened here or something else, because this just keeps sounding better and better the more he hears about it. :|]

How long have you been here?

About two months, now. [His smile is too old for his face.] Once again, it seems I've witnessed some of the best and worst people are capable of.

Once again? What did you do, before you came here?

I was - a traveller. I hope to be again, eventually. [It hasn't occurred to him, really, that he won't be.]

And yourself? [He attempts another smile, slighter but friendlier.]

[Peter stutters a little over the answer to that, because well. That was sort of an interesting story, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to get into the details with anyone just yet.] Just a high school student. Nothing interesting.

[The Doctor's eyebrows arch as his smile deepens.] I won't pry, but I'm afraid that wasn't convincing in the slightest.

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What? I'm serious. Last week, the only thing I needed to worry about was passing my math test.

Quite a lot can change in a week.

Yeah, now I'm here.

You are indeed.

Fortunately, you're not alone.

... Do you know how they decided to bring people here?

[He shakes his head. And then he winces slightly, because you shouldn't do that when your head's been banged around that much.]

Ah, no. I've tried to deduce some sort of pattern, and while some people have certain traits in common, nothing seems to be shared across the board.

[Well, that's. Sort of maybe kind of reassuring in that hey, maybe people won't question a high schooler being here.]

What do we have in common?