Peter Parker sat on the cozy couch, snuggling under a fleece blanket with his beautiful red headed babe. She lay next to him, her head resting on his chest. They both breathed heavily, enjoying the peaceful silence. That is, until, Johnny Storm flamed open the door.

"Guys! Guys! You will not believe what I found!" He said, so happy almost shaking.

Peter got up, leaning on his elbows. "Huh?"

The whole team rushed in out of curiosity, feeling, well, curious, about Johnny's discovery.

"Well, Flame-For-Brains, what did you manage to find this time?" Dare Devil asked, putting on his mask.

Johnny started to hyperventilate.

"Spill it already! For God's sake, you freaking flaming fuck-up!" Logan moaned, coming out of his bedroom. "I was trying to get some f'ing sleep!"

"Try saying that five time fast! Freaking flaming fuck-up, freaking flaming fuck-up, freaking flame-"

"Shut up! Okay, dudes, and M.J., I have made the coolest discovery of all time! Here at the House of Heroes..."

"Yes..."

"I found..."

"YES..."

"A GAME ROOM!"

Everyone sort of blinked in shock. No one knew that Pretty-Boy Storm was actually that stupid. Peter and Mary Jane went back to their position on the couch, pretending that never happened. Logan, on the other hand, just attacked him with pillows.

Then a ringing sound made him stop whaling pillows at Storm.

"We have a phone?"

"Guess so."

Captain America answered it.

"Hello. Earthling's residence...yes...ooh really, too bad...uh-huh...understood...tomorrow...sounds wonderful. See you then."

He stood to face his friends, as he took off his mask.

"Our task that was today has been rescheduled. One of our opponents teammates isn't feeling up to steam."

"Who's sick?" Peter asked.

"Aquamarine."

No one could really read Peter's expression. Not of shock, or surprise. Not of hate or love. He seemed to be in a state of no opinion. Or was that look limp with hate?

"Oh. So, Tomorrow, Then?"

He nodded.

"Swell."

Spider-Man itched at his neck brace. He had almost forgotten it was there. It seemed to itch him now, and bother him. Everyone in the House of Heroes (even the workers) had them on. They were trackers. They tracked where you went, and if you stepped out of an area too far-zap-they'd electrocute you to death.

Even Mary Jane had one on. Her's was on loose, though, since she had no powers and no means of escape. Unlike everyone else.

He walked down the hall, towards the health office. This was different from the hospital wing. The health office was close to the hospital wing, but they just treated minor injuries, such as a paper cut or a hangnail.

Spider-Man opened the door. Dr. Matro sat at the desk, his sluggish body lifeless (except for oozing green slime).

"Spider-Man! What can I do for you today?"

"Yeah..." He mumbled, looking at Dr. Matro's neck brace as well. This is how he could probably communicate with him. It's amazing how everyone in the building seemed to be speaking his native tongue.

"Pardon?"

"Yeah, uh, my neck brace tracker thingy is kinda tight. It's bothering the crap out of me!"

"Let me call the Headmistress. Neck braces is her area of expertise."

The vile woman walked in later. "Follow me, Spider-Man. Let's fix your neck brace."

He followed her, attempted to attack her from behind and beat the living crap out of her.

"Wait here." She said once they entered an end of a hallway he had never been down before. There was a door to the right and one straight ahead. She entered the one straight ahead of them, so Spider-Man went right.

The room was pitch black, and he could hear things stirring about. He moved his hand to try and find a light switch. He did. And he could not believe what he found.