Spider-Man went back to his Holding Room and told the others about Abba and the servants. "It's terrible!" He said. "Spider-Man. If I didn't know better, I'd say 'ya had feelings for this alien chick." Wolverine laughed. Spider-Man ignored him. "Spider-Man. We were taken to outer space by some insane lunatic. Do you really want to get on her bad side? We should mind our own business and play it safe." Dare Devil butted in. Spider-Man turned to Johnny Storm, who showed no facial expression whatsoever. He turned to Captain America. "Come on, 'Cap. We can do something, right?" He shook his head. "We don't have any authority on the planet where we're going. If it's they way of their galaxy, although it may seem odd to us, who are we to tell them it's wrong? We're from a different world, try to understand that." Spider-Man didn't take the truth well.
He sat on his bunk bed, playing blackjack with his fellow heroes. They all sat around, using raisins for chips. Spider-Man looked at his cards. "15! Wowza!" Johnny said, looking at his 12. "Spider-Man, what you wanna do?" Dare Devil, the dealer, asked. "Hit." He said heartlessly. "18!" Wolverine exclaimed. "Hit." They all looked at him. "Spider-Man. You have 18. 18!""Hit." He repeated again. An ace popped up. "Damn!" Captain America said, who had busted out. "Hit." Spider-Man said. Acting as if he was insane, Dare Devil tossed the three of diamonds onto Spider-Man's pile. "21! Blackjack, Baby!" "Johnny Storm laughed. "See," Spider-Man told them. "It's all about taking risks." The others got the feeling he wasn't just talking about playing cards. "Believe in the heart of the cards!" Johnny said, imitating Yu-Gi-Oh!
Suddenly, the ship jolted violently, and the heroes were thrown against the wall. Then they were flung up to the ceiling. Then back down, then back up. "What the hell?" "There's no gravity," Captain America said. "We must be landing!" Just then, as they dropped onto the floor, Abba walked in as if nothing had happened. "Space travel. You'll get used to it." She smiled. "Abba! Hey!" Spider-Man said, getting off of Wolverine, whose metal claws had ripped through the front of his costume.
"What are you, ah, doing here?" "The Headmistress reprimanded me for telling you everything, Spider-Man. She's very angry. At me, and at you." "And?" "She's talking with the Martorg that runs the events. He's making yours even harder." "Martorg?" "Like a walking hog." Abba said. "Harder?" She grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry, Spider-Man. If you get hurt in the event, I will never forgive myself." He put his free hand on her free hand. "Abba, relax. I'm glad you told me about it. And besides, on our planet, we're the best that there is. We can handled your Martorg." She smiled. Then, Wolverine started to howl like a lovesick wolf. "Arrooooo! Arrooooo!" He laughed. Abba and Spider-Man both blushed. Then, the ship shook again, and everyone except Abba fell to the floor. She laughed hysterically. "Like I said, you'll get used to it."
Just then, the large and intimidating guard Wane appeared in the doorway. He shoved Abba down to the floor. "Hey!" Spider-Man, acting as if he was too ten feet tall. "Silence. We have reached the House of Heroes. If you try to make your escape, you will be shot at." He told them to line up as he placed large intergalactic handcuffs on their hands. The handcuffs were a hard, flame-proof plastic that locked around the entire lower arm, all the way to the elbow. The hands were locked inside the handcuffs, instead of outside like in New York. It reminded Spider-Man of the handcuffs Stitch had on at the end of Lilo and Stitch.
They walked out, seeing all different types of creatures. Thorns, tails, one eye, you name it. Everyone had on these handcuffs. And each guard had a gun. As they exited the ship, they saw this desert planet with one pathway that lead to an enormous building that looked like the White House in Washington. "We demolished this planet to build the House of Heroes," Wane explained. "And incase your wondering, yes, all the citizens here were evicted and made to work there." "How did you know I was thinking that?" Spider-Man asked. "You're from Earth. Earthlings are annoying, and inquisitive. Plus, I've met you before on the ship. You were stupid and asked too many questions." "How'd we get lucky to have you as our guard?" Spider-Man said, realizing he was the only one that was talking to Wane. "The Headmistress asked me to be." And then they shut up.
They arrived at the House of Heroes, and were taken to their small wing of the enormous building. Each planet had it's own wing. The wing had a lounge area with a television (even electronics were big on other planets), a kitchen, twenty-foot ceilings (so guards like Wane could fit in) two bathrooms, and each member had his/her own bedroom. They came to a fifteen-foot door that said, "Earth" on it. Wane pushed them in. Their wing was amazing. They had a huge High-Definition T.V., a refrigerator that was about five feet wide and contained all their favorite foods, and they all had a king-size bed.
Wane unlocked their cuffs and showed them one telephone. "This telephone is not to be used to call anyone other than House of Heroes staff, understand? If you use it for your own purpose, you will be in serious trouble." And no one felt like they were joking. As he went to leave, Spider-Man asked, "Wait! Where's Abba?" "That girl? Why?" "She's our servant, no? I have a few things I need done." Wane smiled. "You like her, eh? The hard working one? Or for your own reasons?" Wane lifted his eyebrow. "I'll send her over, sir." And Wane left. Spider-Man turned around to face his friends. "I like Wane."
A few minutes later, Wane came in, holding Abba by the neck of her shirt. "Put her down!" Spider-Man said. Wane did so, dropping her from a large height. She fell to her knees, showing she was injured. "I do not think I am needed any longer." Wane said as he turned around and marched. Spider-Man ran over to her. "Abba, Abba, are you okay?" She shook her head and pointed to her leg. Captain America examined it. "Broken. Being dropped ten feet'll do that." Spider-Man ran to the telephone after lifting her onto the couch in front of the T.V. He pressed a speed-dial number that said "First Aid". "Hello, we have a broken leg here. We need a doctor. Earth. Yeah, yeah, ok. Just hurry." And he hung up. There was a knock at the door a minute later.
"That was fast." He said to the doctor. He saw the doctor also had a blinking piece of jewelry, but his was a wristwatch. The doctor was about three-feet tall. He was a blue slug with three eyes. He was wearing a white overcoat and carried a bag full of medical supplies. He wore a stethoscope around his neck. "I am Dr. Matro. Who is hurt here." "Abba." He said, leading the doctor over to the couch. "Matro!" She said. "Abba? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on clean-up duty." "The Earthlings allowed me to relax and be their servant here." Dr. Matro smiled as he started examining the broken leg.
"So you two know each other?" Dare Devil asked. "Oh yes, I was Abba's first friend here at the House of Heroes. I've looked after her since she can no longer see her parents." Spider-Man nodded. Dr. Matro took out what looked like a remote to a T.V. He clicked a button and a blue light appeared. He ran it over her broken leg, and said it had just healed. He then wrapped it up in a Band-Aid. "What about a cast?" "Cast? Ha! Doctors used those in the fifth millennium!" "What? How old are you?" "Me, well, I usually take offense of these type of questions, but since your from a different planet, I'm about, ooh, I don't know, I lost count at three hundred and twenty eight." They're mouths dropped rapidly. "Yes, how old are you, hrm? Twenty? Yes, I studied Earth in school. Amazing creatures, you are. I'd love to dissect you." "What?" "Kidding, just kidding!" He laughed. "But your galaxy is amazing, how it takes 375 days for a year? It takes about, ooh I don't know, 150 days here."
"Hey, dudes?" Spider-Man said, looking at the expression on everyone's face. "I really don't think we're in Kansas anymore." "You can sure as hell say that again." Wolverine managed. "Um, excuse me," Dr. Matro said, "But, what is a 'Kansas'?"