WHO Spider-Man and OPEN. WHAT: This isn't New York! WHEN Early evening. WHERE: Streets of Lawrence. RATING: PG-13.
Peter was sort of confused. Five minutes ago, he had been sweeping his way through Queens, looking for the criminals tucked away in white van that he had detected on the police scanner he kept around for the extra help with the crime fighting. The next, just as he was wheeling his way around a particularly tall building, he being hurled across a field of grass and into a large set of trashcans. They bowled over upon impact, the metal twisting and bending in from the blow of his body smacking into them. They weren't very strong cans, and as he was picking himself up from the ground, Peter really couldn't help but feel as though the only reason he was even acknowledging that bit of information was because he was in shock. What had happened? Had he blacked out?
Brushing a stray banana peel from his shoulder, he began to climb his way back up to the top of the building he had found himself next to, using the view that he was given as a result to his advantage as he surveyed his surroundings. This definitely wasn't Queens. So where was he, exactly? And why was he here? Had he been sucked into some sort of blackhole? To think that he himself somehow did something that force himself in this situation was next to impossible. Peter had't done anything out of the normal lately.
Except fight crime, dressed in a spider costume. But that was beside the point.
The point, in fact, was that this wasn't New York. It couldn't have been. As often as he swung around the city, he knew his way around by now. As he did as much here, moving from building to building, exploring the new area, Peter's thoughts were verified. He was somewhere else entirely. Dropping into an abandoned alley, he decided that he needed to get more information on the situation - preferably as soon as possible. He planned on starting on figuring out his location. From there, he'd work on the rest.