Peter groaned as the bright light hit his eyes, and tried to roll away from it. 'tried' being the operative word, since he'd barely moved when he felt his wrist tug against something cold and unyielding.

Peters eyes snapped open, before squinting shut again when they were assured by the light that had awoken him in the first place. His spider sense buzzed quietly in the back of his head, like an undercurrent of anxiety on a good day. Except that today was definitely not a good day, because when peter blinked the spots out of his eyes and looked around, he found himself in a lab, tied to a table with metal cuffs that, even when he pulled with all his strength, had no give whatsoever to them.

"You're awake. Good." Peters head snapped over to look at the door that had just opened, and the woman who had spoken. She had red hair tied into a loose bun, with a pen tucked behind her ear and a clipboard in hand. If Peter hadn't just woken up in a lab on a table, he would have said she seemed perfectly ordinary. Instead, he'd say she looked a bit menacing.

"My name is Dr. Stephanie Martin. I'd like to ask you some questions," Peter swallowed thickly.

"What kind of questions?" Peter asked. The smile that curled the edges of Dr. Martin's face unnerved him.

"We'll start easy, with some baseline questions," Dr. Martin walked around the table that Peter was strapped to, and settled into a chair next to a counter. "A bit like a polygraph. What is your name?" Peter frowned, and despite the foreboding curling into his gut and making a home, he blurted out the first thing to reach his tongue.

"None of your business." Dr. Martin frowned, then hummed and pressed a button on the desk next to her. Peter's spider sense barely had time to spike before there was electricity racing through his veins, there and gone in less than a second.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Dr. Martin spoke softly as Peter blinked the wateriness out of his eyes. "What is your name? First, middle and last, please."

Peter licked his lips as he briefly considered his answer. There was a possibility she already knew his name, and he'd certainly already had an example of what would happen if he resisted, but… why should he make this easier for her? Peter took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Luke Skywalker." The electric shock that followed Dr. Martin pressing the button was longer this time, but it wasn't as bad when he was expecting it.

"Mr. Parker," while he was expecting it, hearing Dr. Martin say his name still made Peter feel cold. "While I would usually enjoy the challenge of breaking you, we are working on a bit of a time crunch." Dr. Martin paused and noted something on her clipboard before looking up and meeting Peters eyes and smiling. "Hydra is fully capable of answering our baseline questions. In this case it is mostly formality. Now, what is your name?"

Peter broke eye contact and looked at the ceiling, ignoring the way the bright light made his eyes water. Give in now, or hold out and have more trouble with more important questions later? "Peter Benjamin Parker." he said, after half a minute of contemplation. 'Pick your battles' as Uncle Ben might have said. 'Save energy for the second half of the match' DD might tell him.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Dr. Martin smiled and wrote something on her clipboard. "Thank you for your cooperation. Now, something a little harder. Where is the subject that you and the other so-called heroes stole from us?"

Danny stumbled up the hill, breaths coming hard as he half collapsed against a tree, the memories of the Nasty Burger explosion fading as he took in the trees around him, with the light of the early morning sun breaking through the trees. As he caught his breath he tilted his head and looked back down the hill at the winding path that he had run up.

The trees were thick here, and he could barely see down the slope, but he knew he had run quite a distance. He also had a vague recollection of running intangibly through some of the thicker brush, which was bound to make it harder for Wade to find him.

Which was… not good. Very not good, since Danny had absolutely no idea where he was, beyond 'a forest somewhere in Africa', which wasn't very specific. He was also a city kid, and had never liked camping, so it wouldn't be good to get lost here. Honestly he had no idea why he was even here. Well, he knew it was because the thought of Wade going anywhere without him made him panic, especially since he'd watched the man die… but he also had no idea why he had gone to Africa with someone who was essentially a stranger, and more than that, a murderous stranger.

Not that Danny had any right to judge the man's murderous tendency when he remembered the feeling of his clawed hands sinking into human guts, and fangs ripping out throats. He thought maybe he could excuse his initial massacre, since he'd just come back from the dead, but the second one… well, they weren't really innocent but that didn't mean that they deserved to die, did it? Or, well, it didn't mean that he'd had the right to kill them.

Danny raised his hands and looked at them, half expecting to see claws at the ends of his fingers. Instead, they were normal human hands. He poked at his teeth to check those, but they, too, were normal. Mostly blunt, except for the canines, and certainly not sharp enough to rend flesh they way he could recall doing. He shuddered at the memories.

Maybe the claws were like his other ghost powers, like… like Vlads powers. Maybe he only had claws and fangs in ghost form. Danny struggled to his feet, ignoring the burning in his legs from however long he had been running for. He couldn't remember. He closed his eyes and reached for his ghost core, a little surprised that it was there again.

"Going ghost" Danny muttered, letting the cool feeling of his powers wash over him. His relief at the change was short-lived when he noticed how it felt like the strength of his core was pulsing, almost like the waves over a lake. He pushed down his concern, though, since he wasn't planning on being in ghost form long.

This time, when Danny held his hand up to look at, he felt nearly sick at the sight of the pointed ends, the claws. Quickly, and almost without thought, he reached into his mouth to check if he had fangs. Just as quickly he pulled his bleeding fingers back out of his mouth. He stared at the slowly dripping green, for a brief moment almost uncomprehending, before a sob ripped out of his throat, and he slapped the bleeding hand back over his mouth.

Dan was right, He thought hysterically. It's inevitable. I'm going to become HIM.

Danny's eyes burned, and he dropped the ghost form like it had burned him, his feet connecting solidly with the soft ground again as he tried to hold back tears. A sharp whistle startled him, and he swung towards the source quickly, his feet sliding out from under him as he did so. A hand shot out from seemingly empty space and snagged his wrist before he hit the ground, and he was hauled solidly back to his feet.

"That was a neat trick, white boy." an accented feminine voice said. Danny stared at the hand holding his wrist. "Ah, sorry." a girl, probably about his age, stepped into being across a shimmering barrier as his wrist was released. Danny stared at her blankly, attempting to process what had just happened. Was this girl just standing on the other side of that… Well, it was probably a holographic based barrier. Was she just standing there watching him break down?

"How did you do that trick with the lights and the quick change act? Nano bots make the most sense, but then, you've got that hover trick down without light output, which even I have yet to figure out. Although, I suppose you were doing that whole, full body glow, which might make sense, but then do the nano bots stop glowing when you've shut them off? Is that what the flash of light was? How do you contain them?"

"Uhh…" Danny said, very intelligently. "It's… it isn't technology. Or, I guess you could say it's because of tech, but not really. That was all me." the girls eyebrows jumped up her forehead for a brief moment.

"Cool." she said. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a mutant, but I guess you never really know these days, although, the Americans are usually a lot more… How do you say? Ah, dickish about it." Danny snorted unintentionally.

"Im, uh, not really sure that I'm a, um, a Mutant, either. I'm not really from… here."

"No, that was obvious. The american accent and the abhorrent fashion gave it away." Danny frowned and looked at the over large hoodie that he was wearing over the muddy jeans, then glanced at her outfit. It seemed a little avant garde, but she wasn't wrong that she was dressed better than him. She grinned sharply at him when he met her eyes again, and held out her hand. "I am Shuri, Princess of Wakanda."

"Oh, uh, Danny… Phantom." Shuri's eyes narrowed at Danny's hesitation, but when he took her hand, she shook it and didn't comment on it.

"Well, Danny Phantom, you are quite a ways from any other civilisation. Would you like to accompany me back to the palace, and explain what you are doing this far out?"

Danny smiled nervously at her as he contemplated it. On one hand, he wanted to wait for Wade to find him, but on the other… he was starving, and parched, and Wade had already admitted to not having any food or water. And… Wade would be able to find him at this 'Wakanda'... right?

"Okay." he said, smiling a little uncertainly. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any water on you, would you?"