[he's not sure how he's arrived here in this tiny apartment with sheets that remind him of his own, albeit a bit more threadbare, but peter isn't amused. his life is an absolute mess. dr strange was supposed to fix this, make people forget that he is spider-man, not send him off somewhere new. it's innate curiosity that has him taking a peek through this person's belongings, muttering to himself aloud as he takes inventory. peter knows it's not very nice, and if may were here he'd probably never here the end of his internal judgment but who in the world needs twenty pairs of sweats?
it's not until he gets to the web fluid and familiar but different blue and red suit that peter thinks that things are possibly even more wrong that he'd initially supposed. all that's before he feels that prickling at the back of his neck. his tingle.
whoever's arrived is objectively loud and he has to scramble to find somewhere to hide, climbing up to the ceiling seems like a good bet, if only slightly hampered by his panicked breathing.
just when he thought things couldn't possibly get worse...]
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it's not until he gets to the web fluid and familiar but different blue and red suit that peter thinks that things are possibly even more wrong that he'd initially supposed. all that's before he feels that prickling at the back of his neck. his tingle.
whoever's arrived is objectively loud and he has to scramble to find somewhere to hide, climbing up to the ceiling seems like a good bet, if only slightly hampered by his panicked breathing.
just when he thought things couldn't possibly get worse...]