This time Peter listened and bolted out the door only to hear Danny scream out in pain. Peter did the next thing he could think of... hide in the janitor's closet. He squeezed his eyes shut. Prayed it's only a dream or training session gone crazy. He gulped down his prayers knowing even Fury would not go this far even in training(at least not yet). 'Focus, Peter!' And of course his two little hims are on his shoulders.(Man, you have to love my mind, huh?) The angel in him had his to say 'Focus on what Danny was saying, not on...' 'the horrible things that have happened to him.' the devil added. Spiderman shook his head, shaking off the little spiders. He looked up in clouded mirror. "Focus on Danny's words, the few things he said," he forced himself to say it loud so he seemed less insane. He let his mind shut out the image of Danny hanging there. He focused on his words(weird and foreboding, as normal). 'Free what is within your reach, it's the tigers natural behavior to be placed first, the power of a man is measured in two ways, Nova has always been one step ahead of you,' (Wait what? If anything Sam's one step behind me! =() He spun on his heel kicking the opposite wall( the door). He stared blankly into space. Cursing himself for not being smart enough to figure it out. He stared at the fire escape plan showing the three floors and in his head the light bulb came on finally. 'Nova's on this floor. But what about Powerman and White Tiger. Tiger... Tiger! Ava's here and... power of a man Powerman... idiot... Luke on second and Ava first floor. But who first?' His question was then answered with this scream: DANNY! DANNY... "Nova!" he busted out of the door and on to ceiling. He followed the scream. He kicked in the thin metal to find Nova facing him kneeling on the ground. The color was drained from his face, his brown eyes widened from shock. His breathing rapid, and the eyes locked on empty ground. "Buckethead," No response, no movement, no acknowledgement of presence. "Nova..." Peter knelt trying to get in the boy's line of sight. "No, Danny... I am sorry... I didn't mean it... I am so so so sorry... please come back...," "Nova, it's not really..." Nothing but more silence. He tried again with a slap to the face. (So much fun!) "Danny... Peter?" Another slap. "Snap out of it. We need to save the others. It's not real. I'm sure Danny is... fine." But the word fell flat. Sam held his breath but nodded slowly. Finding Powerman and White Tiger was the easy part. Dragging them both out of the rooms was hard part. They were both muttering something. Luke: I wasn't strong enough. Ava: Danny... I sorry... Danny... I didn't know it was you. She was the hardest. Crying and there was no stopping the tears. When they made it of the building, she placed a clothed hand on the cold stone. She could see the very breath she was trying to catch. It had grown dark over the only-God-knows hours they were in the very building that stood parallel to the four young heroes that locked eyes with the ground, consumed in their thoughts. The only sound was the screen of John Jameson sending even more chilling words down the spines. "Seventeen year old business head of Rand Industries Daniel Rand was taken over twenty-four hours ago and less than twelve hours ago this video was sent to every person in New York.
Danny's head was down, breathing rough, blood covered his lips. "Say it." a masked stood beside him and many crates and boxes. Danny's eyes shot up, "NO," He said it loud and slow. The kidnapper nod to the camera and waves of blue electricity shot through Danny. He screamed, shutting his eyes, lunging forward against the thick rope bounds. "No," weaker this time. "Do it or died," the man said pulling Danny to face him by his hair. He let go and Danny eyed the camera. "My name is Danny Rand and if you want me to died the bar has been raised. If you wish that I live give these gentlemen 2 million dollars. And we'll see who wins."
