[ Where he took a wrong turn, he doesn't know, but he feels as though he's been walking for hours. Peter Parker has never been much of the rural type, growing up in the heart of Queens, but he's no stranger to difficult terrain. As he walks, he can't help but wonder if this is some strange fever dream, if going dusty back home was some wild magic trick that knocked you clean out until someone reversed the spell. He's seen stranger things, but he hadn't expected to open his eyes and be here.

(He thought he was dying, but maybe not, after all).

The wind is brutal, and even though the path ahead of him looks straight, he can't make out where it's leading. Looking behind him does nothing either, his own footprints starting to fill in with new snow dropping from the heavy branches overhead. But he looks over his shoulder anyway, and it all happens in slow-motion.

The ground caves underfoot, the snow cracking, the cold earth splintering and his stomach drops sickly into the deep of his cut. ] Whoa! [ He throws himself forward, scrambling for purchase, fingers digging into plush snow, feet kicking and sliding in prickly, icy mud. He skids to a stop the moment his fingers sink into the dirt, but it's so cold. And when he looks back, he's left hanging at the edge of the ravine, sticking to frigid, damp earth, and slowly sliding. ] H-Hey! Can anyone hear me? [ The ravine echoes his voice back to him and he tries again to pull himself up, to no avail. ]

[ The book shop is the first building where he sees movement and, for a brief moment, feels a rush of relief that he's not alone in this place. Peter knows better and can feel the way his senses rankle the closer he gets to the building, but he leans in to peer through the dusty windows. He even knocks, and when the light and movement inside disappears, he stills. ]

What the—? Hey! Hey, wait!

[ He hurries to the door and pulls it open, wincing as the knob crashes against the siding, but he freezes in the doorway. The place is empty. The smell of dust and mold and something else on the air sticking in his throat, and he turns to cough against his elbow. ] Hello? I swear I just saw...

[ Peter steps inside and wanders past one shelf of books, reaching to pick one off the shelf, turning it this way and that. But he whirls when he hears the tapping, seeing nothing but his own finger prints left on the glass from before. Everything in him tells him to run. ] Is anyone there? [ Foolishly, he keeps the book raised in one hand, as though it might make the most ideal weapon for this situation, and walks slowly through the rows of books. ]

Uh, my name's Peter, and I'm pretty sure I'm lost. I just need some directions and I'll be out before you know it, I swear...

( peter's from the end of avengers: infinity war! feel free to find peter anywhere your character might be, or throw him into any spooky/dangerous situation. i'm happy to write other starters! i'm easy! hmu, reply here or pm me for anything. )