[ Peter is lost, so very lost. Every time he thinks he's caught his barrings, everything changes. He swears he saw a waterfall flow upwards instead of down. He tells himself that it's probably an after effect at staring something for too long. Whatever, Peter can handle that.
He was in space, after all. On some planet, off saving the world. And maybe he is still there, except for the fact that he's not.
And not to mention his powers have gone haywire. His usual tingling precognition has turned into something sharper, like a drill going through his skull. They are hiccups, thankfully. It has happened enough times that he's wishing he could will his powers away.
They haven't been exactly helping him all too much, not his spidey-senses anyway.
Peter has tucked himself in what used to be a radio station. Everything inside seems to be broken. When it seems like it's a good idea to head out, a radio crackles to life. ]
Hello! Anyone there?
b. SHADOWS
[ Thwip.
It takes a few tries to get the stream of webbing to hit where he wants it to go. Somehow he's been missing the mark and sometimes his web shooters just don't work at all. He can't rely on them now so he stops using them.
Every time a shadow is close, his head feels like someone has screeched in his ears. His vision wobbles and statics. He makes it to the closest building for refuge. They don't seem to be lurking in any of the buildings he has gone in.
A few seconds in, Peter hears something. Footsteps! He waits for whoever to round the corner. ]
peter parker | mcu | ota
[ Peter is lost, so very lost. Every time he thinks he's caught his barrings, everything changes. He swears he saw a waterfall flow upwards instead of down. He tells himself that it's probably an after effect at staring something for too long. Whatever, Peter can handle that.
He was in space, after all. On some planet, off saving the world. And maybe he is still there, except for the fact that he's not.
And not to mention his powers have gone haywire. His usual tingling precognition has turned into something sharper, like a drill going through his skull. They are hiccups, thankfully. It has happened enough times that he's wishing he could will his powers away.
They haven't been exactly helping him all too much, not his spidey-senses anyway.
Peter has tucked himself in what used to be a radio station. Everything inside seems to be broken. When it seems like it's a good idea to head out, a radio crackles to life. ]
Hello! Anyone there?
b. SHADOWS
[ Thwip.
It takes a few tries to get the stream of webbing to hit where he wants it to go. Somehow he's been missing the mark and sometimes his web shooters just don't work at all. He can't rely on them now so he stops using them.
Every time a shadow is close, his head feels like someone has screeched in his ears. His vision wobbles and statics. He makes it to the closest building for refuge. They don't seem to be lurking in any of the buildings he has gone in.
A few seconds in, Peter hears something. Footsteps! He waits for whoever to round the corner. ]
c. WILDCARD
[ I will accept anything. Please and thank you. ]