It had been a few days since Peter had arrived in the City, and while the first day was pleasant enough (because honestly who could say anything bad about sharing a pizza with an actual angel?) Peter was ready to get back into the swing of things. He wanted to find Megan. He needed to find her because something was telling him she was there too. Some place. Perhaps it was his sixth-sense, that nagging throb at the back of his brain that often sensed danger or wrongness. He doubted his Spidey Sense could really decipher the mystery of the missing pixie, but it didn't hurt the web-slinger to dream.
What was really freaking him out was not the weird city. It wasn't the fact that he didn't know where his friends were or if he would ever find them. It was the fact that night after night he went to bed in his own bed, in familiar sheets in a familiar room, and woke up in the same place. It was Aunt May's house, and his room at the top of the stairs and to the left. Down the hallway, beyond the door was still familiarity. Aunt May's and Uncle Ben's room was directly across from his. The bathroom was on the right of that door and then another bedroom that stayed vacant for guests was on the left. Down stairs was the neat living room, the way Aunt May liked it, and then the kitchen. Back behind the house was their fenced in back yard, a four-foot chain link fence blocking off their section of dying, wild grass.
Except when Peter looked out of his bedroom window, it wasn't Mary Jane's house he saw, but another place. A different one. So this wasn't his street and it definitely wasn't Manhattan. It took a bit of getting used to, but finally it began to sink in. And that was the point at which Peter decided to use his skills to reach out to Megan.
In the closet of his room hung his Spider suit. The red and blue spandex greeted him each day as he dressed, and usually he ignored it and chose more appropriate attire for taking on the day. However today was different.
Peter pulled on the suit that clung to his body and he felt relief as the mask covered his face. He peered out from behind mesh goggles, and though the boyish grin on his lips was concealed by the red spandex, it was still there and beaming proudly. A breath and Peter ran to the window of the second floor bedroom.
He was out in the City in another moment, swinging through the buildings. He approached the skyline, scaling the top of the tallest skyscraper. It was here Peter would leave his message.
It didn't take him long to fashion a web together, a very large web that one could see from the street below. He worked quickly. And he had to admit he did feel a little bit like Charlotte once it was complete.
Though, instead of the web offering the people below the phrase
Some Pig or
Wilbur , the web read in all capital letters
MEGAN .
It was Peter's way of at least spreading the word and getting her attention. He hoped she would see it and fly to it. And he would wait there for her for a little bit to see if she showed. If that didn't work, Peter opted for renting a billboard next. Who could miss those?