"Huh? Where...am I...?" he moaned, waking from an unpleasant sleep. Spider-Man sat up on the bed he had found himself on and surveyed the room. One weak light lit his dim surroundings, the reflection showing the walls were made of some sort of steel or metal. There were no windows, and the door seemed extremely thick.

Spider-Man went to scratch his aching back, but found his hands restrained. The handcuffs locked around the entire lower arm, all the way to the elbow. The hands were locked inside the handcuffs, instead of outside like what was customary. Spider-Man titled his restraints, trying to read the small lettering on the side. It read: Property of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.! I know Nick Fury has something to do with this! Where the heck am I, anyway?" he said aloud. He waited, sitting on the lumpy cot, for something to happen.

Suddenly the room, which was barley larger than an office cubicle, shook violently, and Spider-Man was thrown against a back wall. He then realized he was most likely flying in the Hellicarrier, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s main method of transportation. But where would they be taking him, and why?

Spider-Man stood once the turbulence subsided and banded both of his joined fists on the hard door.

"Hello? Anyone out there? E.T. wantsta phone home! Come on!"

His call remained unanswered for several minutes as he sat on his cot. Then a small, rectangular viewing hole at the top of the pale door slid open, and two hard eyes peered down on him.

"Howya doin?" Spider-Man said. "Mind telling me what the heck's going on around here?"

"Colonel Fury has given orders to his men not to disturb you unless it is to tell you to shut up. So, shut up."

"Can't you just let me know why I'm here? That seems fair, doesn't it, pal?"

The eyes vanished as the opening was slammed shut. Spider-Man groaned and tried to lie on the bed, but it was too uncomfortable to focus on sleep. As if he could sleep on a night like this. He tired to fumble with his restraints, but they seemed even more unlikely to break off the more he did so.

The door rattled as the dark eyes appeared again, silent and staring.

"Back for more interesting conversation? You pick the topic, being trapped in this room really messes with my head."

"If you promise to cooperate, Fury says you can see him."

"If you think I would cooperate, then why am I locked in a room with handcuffs?" Spider-Man snapped.

"Good point. Just, don't do anything stupid, Spider-Man."

"Me? Stupid? Wow, you can read my mind! What color am I thinking of?"

The door opened as the solider appeared in the standard S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. He carried a large, long weapon leaning against his left shoulder. He motioned for Spider-Man to stand up.

"Can we please take these things off? I have a reputation, you know."

"No can do." The guard said as they started down the corridor.

"God, I hate you people. No offense."

"None taken. This way please, to the main control room."

"Yay for me. I get a private tour." Spider-Man moaned. He felt anger boil up inside of him, ready to blow over at any moment. What on earth did Fury want with him? What did he do, and why the hell was he in handcuffs!?! Spider-Man felt the soldier's gaze upon him as he made his way, and he felt humiliated. He sighed and calmed down, ready to find out what this was all about.