Oh. I passed out, Spider-Man thought as he opened his eyes. I've being doing that a lot lately. He moaned out in pain, as his head and various other ligaments were throbbing. His vision was not as sharp as it was normally, and he was pretty sure the room was spinning, but he decided to sit himself up. As he went to do so, he found his wrists and ankles strapped down to the metal table, as they had been earlier in the medical center. But these straps were a thick, hard metal. He debated in his head whether he could break them or not. He chose not, since has was tired and weak and in agonizing pain.
He whistled, bored. He yawned, looked around. The room was very similar to the one he had been in previously. Hopefully no crazy, Spidey-hating Police Commissioners would barge in this time. Finally Spider-Man couldn't entertain himself any longer. He wanted aspirin and off the table.
A black woman walked inside--the same doctor as before, Spider-Man noticed.
"Heya, doc. Metal straps?" he commented.
She didn't turn from the counter. "You broke my leather ones, remember?"
"Touché." Then, after a time of pure silence, he asked, "Can I get some details? What happened to the engine? To Venom? To me?"
"Colonel Morgan will give you all the details. I will let him know you're up and awake."
"Can you unstrap me? This table is cold."
"The Colonel ordered me not to do so." she said as he reached for a phone that was hanging on the wall.
He exhaled. "Next time get a warmer table."
The doctor pressed a speed-dial number and spoke into the phone. "Yes, sir. He is awake. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. See you soon, sir." She hung the phone into the receiver mounted on the wall. "He will be down as soon as he can, Spider-Man."
"That's great and all that, but can I get some aspirin?"
She smiled and nodded, preparing some pills out on the counter. She said once the Colonel arrived he could take them. Spider-Man eyed the blue pill. It looked really good. He actually wanted to take it so badly that he attempted to break the restraints around his wrists that stuck him to the table. It didn't work out so well for him.
Colonel Morgan arrived, but he did not order for Spider-Man to be untied immediately. He stared at the masked face for a long time before saying anything. He said, "you owe me a new engine."
"You're kidding right? Okay, once I'm done stopping the Sinister Six from killing more people on this glorious Day of Terror dedicated to killing me and random innocent people, then yeah, I'll buy you a new frickin' engine."
Morgan smiled. "I was kidding."
Spider-Man flinched. "Out of any, now is the time you choose to get a sense of humor."
"I'm glad you're okay, Spider-Man. I thought you were dead. No normal human being can survive an engine explosion."
"Yeah," Spider-Man said. "Mind telling me how I did it?"
Morgan motioned for the doctor to unlock his cuffs, then said, "There is no sign of Venom anywhere. Considering he was closer to the engine, and the fact that the alien suit has a weakness to fire, we don't know if he could have made it. You, on the other hand, quickly cocooned yourself in a wad of that thick webbing of yours. It was somewhat flame-resistant, surprisingly. The force of the explosion knocked you through a wall--two, to be exact. We found you unconscious and burnt. And alive."
Spider-Man took the pills quickly. "That's nice. Two walls, huh? Do I owe you that, too?"
"We need you on the ground, Spider-Man. Are you ready?"
"I was born ready!" he smiled, walking out of the medical room. And as he left the doctor heard him tell the Colonel, "you guys need to get warmer tables!"