It seemed to Spider-Man that he and his fellow heroes had been knocked out a lot lately. He was the first to awake. He rubbed his burning eyes and tried to remember what had just taken place. Then he saw the Headmistress going through paperwork at her desk. He was in a circular room with stained-glass windows and even the ceiling. It reminded him of some beautiful church he had pictured in fairy tales. The floor was a pure marble, and it was actually relaxing to lie on it.

"Headmistress?" Spider-Man said, getting up and brushing himself off.

"Spider-Man. Glad you are awake."

"Really?"

"Not really."

He walked over to her desk, after making sure the others were okay. She had several copies of The Daily Bugle scattered on her desk. The front page of almost every one of them was Spider-Man.

"It seems you do not have a good reputation, even on your own planet."

"I don't care what people think about me."

"So what were all the jokes about?"

"Payback to the editor. We don't get along too well."

"I see."

Wane walked into the room next. Spider-Man stared him down as he plopped a newer copy of the paper on her desk.

"Spider-Man, Captain America, Dare Devil, Wolverine, and The Human Torch: Otherworldly Prisoners" She read aloud.

"How do they know about this?"

"We told them. It is an honor, but the editor does not think so." She said.

Spider-Man snatched the paper from her. He started reading and reading. He found the section about him. 'Spider-Man, along with Captain America (pg2), Wolverine (pg3), Dare Devil (pg4), and The Human Torch/Johnny Storm (pg5), was abducted from Earth a few days ago. He is being forced to compete in a galactic-wide tournament. Only a small amount of information has been given to our planet, but we do know this: Spider-Man is shaming our planet by actually competing. He should give up and stop trying to prove us that he's amazing. Nothing he can do know can take back all the evil he has already done. But, we pray for the return of our REAL heroes'.

Spider-Man stopped reading. His lips were dry. His breathing was fast. His rage was indescribable.

"No matter what I do," He said, "I'm always the bad guy."

"Spider-Man," the Headmistress said, "You must prove them wrong and win!"

"Why are you so nice all of a sudden?" Someone else said. Dare Devil had woken up. He shook all the others awake, and then asked, "Where the heck is Storm?"

It was true. Johnny Storm was missing.

"Relax," the Headmistress said, "He is being dealt with."

"How? Where is he?"

"He is fine. We are using water to show him his thoughts of overpowering us here at The House of Heroes is a very, very bad idea."

"Water? That can damage not only his powers, but also his actual health. Stop it right now! Let us see him!"

She nodded. "Fine, fine." And she waved her hand. A door appeared to their right. Without questioning how the hell it got there, they ran through it.

They found Johnny there.

Johnny was strapped to a chair, drenched and dripping with freezing cold water. Wane had been in charge of it.

"Get away!" Spider-Man yelled, splatting him with a blob of webbing. Wolverine sliced the straps with his claws. Johnny fell forward, barely conscious. Dare Devil caught him, his costume being soaked. Captain America threw his shield at Wane's head, smirked, and told them to get Johnny to Dr. Matro.

They carried him back into the room where the Headmistress was just reading at her desk as if noting was wrong. Spider-Man stood there watching her after the others had left. As he went to leave, she called to him,

"No matter what you do, Spider-Man, you will never be seen as a hero."

"I can try."