redandbluelaundry
Peter looked up quickly at the sound of noise coming from the farthest end of the alley way. Slowly, he pulled his Spider-Man mask back over his head, approaching where he throughout the noise had come from. He frowned, he couldn't see anything out of the ordianry, and he couldn't hear anything else.
He reached the end of the alley, pausing for a second. He couldn't see anything. Just then - he heard another noise and he looked downwards, walking he corner as he did so. He looked down just in time to see a rat hurrying away. He shook his head. Of course he'd only heard a rat. Just then he looked up, his mouth dropping open as he was faced with the back of a stranger. He tried to backpedal, but it was too late. Stumbling slightly, he fell on top of the stranger.
"I am so sorry." he said automatically, looking down at who he'd run into.
For a second, Peter thought he was dreaming Or maybe someone had planted a mirror. Or maybe he was looking into a particularly clear puddle. Either way, he was staring back at his own face.
He searched for words, his mouth gaping before he finally blurted something out.
I.. what the hell?"
Not his finest moment. Hardly comedic gold. It was all he ould manage at the time.
