Peter opened his eyes, blinking slightly at the sudden white lights. He looked down to see his suit had been half shredded and one of his wrist shooters was missing. Peter tried to sit up but as soon as he did a gentle hand stopped him.

"Rest, Spider. You are safe here," she said.

"What's going on? Where am I?" Peter stuttered.

"You are in Wakanda," she said. "My name is Nakia, we found you collapsed by the side of our barrier." She paused for a second. "So T'Challa's rumors were true... you are the Spider, correct?" She said.

"Yes... They call me Spiderman," he said. "But please, call me Peter." He struggled to rise out of the bed again and found out he couldn't. "Why-"

"You were very weakened by whatever ails you. Our doctors have discovered your increased healing abilities, but you will still be here for quite some time," she said.

"How long do you think?" He said.

"At least a month," Nakia said. "Maybe longer. I will make a deal with you young Spider," she said. "Never breathe a word about Wakanda to anyone but the Avengers and we shall not expose who you are," she said.

"Thank you, I promise that I will never tell," he said.

"You need rest, Spider," Nakia said. "Sleep well." The IV in his arm sent out a cool drug and he felt himself slipping away.

Peter woke up in a similar fashion to the first time. He glanced over, expecting to see Nakia but instead he saw a young girl. She looked to be about his age, maybe a few years older.

"Hello," He said.

"Jesus, do not scare me like that colonizer," she said with a thick accent. "You are the Spider, correct?" She said.

"Please, call me Peter," he said.

"I am Shuri," she said. "You need to rest. If the neurons will heal inside your brain, you need-"

"To rest in order for the neurotic frequencies to have time to repair the bonds and therefore not leave me paralyzed," he said. "I'm a science guy."

"Good," She said. "Then you understand your situation. You have several bad head concussions and a broken arm. Not only did you bruise your ribs, but by our last count you have 27 abrasions on your body," she said. Peter sighed.

"The abrasions should heal within a few days, the arm night take a week or so but I've never healed from that bad a head injury," he said.

"Peter, you are welcome to stay as long as you need be," Shuri said.

"No, I shouldn't impose. After all, you saved me. The least I can do is get out of your hair," Peter said.

"Look. Wakanda has the best medical technology anywhere. If you're going to heal, you'll do it faster here," she said.

"Well... I guess you have a point," he said.

"Good, you white people can be so stubborn," Shuri said. Peter cracked a grin.

"Hey, stubborn is what I'm good at," he quipped. Shuri rolled her eyes playfully and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Peter?" She said.

"Yes?" He answered.

"I'm glad you're not dead," she said before closing the door. Peter smiled then slumped back in the bed. Once again he found himself slipping into a drugged sleep.

Peter woke up staring at the ceiling. He glanced over to see Shuri again sitting on the bench. She seemed to be fiddling with a device on her wrist. A blue hologram popped up and she selected a few things before scanning him. He kept his eyes closed as she pulled up a blue hologram of his body. She zoomed in on his head and carefully examined the damage. Peter opened his eyes and softly knocked on the side of the bed.

"Was that better?" He said.

"Thank you," She said. "I just did a full body scan. It seems you're head injury is more serious than we thought." Peter gulped.

"You're going to have to spend a long time here," she said.

"How long?" He questioned.

"A year," she muttered. Peter's mouth dropped.

"A... a year? Why?" He said.

"You'll need injection treatment everyday to help grow new nerves, the old ones were damaged beyond repair," she said. "Only Wakanda has that much technology." Peter ran his head through his hair frantically.

"You can walk around and stuff of course," she said. "If anything its better if you exercise. There's a room getting ready for you, you can take out off the medical stuff." Peter immediately slipped out the IV and got out of bed. He took a few steps forward and almost fell flat on his face. He scowled slightly and then tightened himself, successfully taking a few steps. A drop of sweat came from his forehead as he wiped it off with the back of his hand. Shuri smiled slightly.

"Ok, I think I'm getting the hang of this now," he said. Shuri stood at the door to make sure he didn't fall.

"Hah!" Peter said as he made it to the door. "Who-whoa!" He said as he tumbled onto Shuri, pinning her to the floor accidentally.

"Um, sorry, I..." Peter clumsily made his way up.

"Are you ok?" He said.

"I'm fine, what about you?" She said.

"I'm good," he said. "Just... it's hard to feel things."

"That would be the nerves," she said. "Speaking of which I have to give you the injection." Shuri pulled out a syringe filled with bio luminescent particles.

"Ok, I'm going to ignore the fact that it looks kinda like Kryptonite sooo..." Shuri grinned and carefully inserted the needle into the arm and pressed the plunger. He shuddered as the stuff entered his bloodstream but immediately felt better.

"Wow, this stuff of yours really works," he said.

"We are Wakanda after all," she relied smartly.