He smiled at me like I thought he was hott, and he acted all cool. I wanted to punch him. Johnny Storm...The Human Torch...of the Fantastic Four. Psh! I'm cooler than him!

"Calm down there, hot stuff. Reed's coming down in a second with..."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I lashed out.

"What?"

'You think taking people from the streets and handcuffing them to a bed is okay? What are you stupid?"

"Can you stop for..."

"And honestly, tell me why I shouldn't kick your sorry, pretty-boy ass right..."

"Shuddap!" He hollered. "Jeeze! Look, Mr. Fantastic and Spider-Man are coming down with Invisible Woman and The Thing, okay? We want to help you with your...whatever it is. Okay?"

"Okay! Gosh!" I yelled back.

"And you can't kick my 'sorry, pretty-boy ass' right now because Reeds was so smart that he injected your body with a tranquilizer. It numbs your powers. So if you wanted to fly right now, you'd probably get a few inches off the ground."

"So that's why I couldn't get this thing off!" I said, tugging at the handcuff.

"No, its power-proof. Reeds is a super-genius."

Just then invisible Woman, The Thing, Mr. Fantastic, and Spider-Man walked down. Mr. F was holding a clipboard with tons of papers on it.

"So, this is 'Saint Jimmy'. How do you do?"

"Fine if I wasn't handcuffed to a bed, how about you?" I snapped.

"Come on, Jimbo. We had to restrain you so you wouldn't run off on us."

"What? Did you bring me here?" I asked Spider-Man.

"Yeah. The FF have amazing technology that can help us help you."

"Okay...so...how's the helping situation going then?" I asked, hopping onto the cot.

"Well, we've pretty much healed your wounds from the...um...outbreak, but we haven't been able to run any tests yet."

"Tests? Ooh, hell no! I'm not a lab rat!"

"Jimmy," Spider-Man said to me, getting down on his knees so his eyes were level with mine,

"The only way we can help your powers become controllable is to know where they came from, and to know the power levels and all that science nerd stuff. But we're going to need to run some tests...like radiation levels, toxins, stuff like that."

"So once you find the source of my powers..."

"...We find the cure."

"I don't want to be cured, I like having superpowers!" I told him.

"By cure, I mean it in a general term." He patted my head like I was five and went to talk with the Fantastic Four.

After impatiently waiting for about ten minutes, I yelled, "Hey! Can I get un-cuffed now?"

"Only if you cooperate with us." The Thing said to me. I gave him an evil stare.

What, I'm Not Trustworthy?

"I'll let you help me, if that's what you're implying by the term 'cooperate'", I said.

"But if by 'cooperate' you mean take off my mask and give you every little detail about my personal life, then no, I will not 'cooperate' and you are an idiot for trying."

Sue Storm walked over to me. "Of course we won't ask you to do that. We respect other hero's privacy."

"I'm not a hero."

She gave a smile just for the heck of it and walked away. Johnny came over a few seconds later and unlocked the handcuff.

"Any smart stuff and I'll cuff you back up without question."

Ooh, what? You don't trust me? I'm SOOO surprised.

"Me? Try to outsmart a genius like you? I wouldn't dream of it!"

He groaned and walked away.

"Don't worry, I love you, too!"

I chuckled at myself and lied comfortably on the bed. I have such great social skills. I am such a 'people person'!

When I was told to get some rest, I did the total opposite. So once everyone was asleep, and once Spider-Man had left, I got up and went exploring.

I walked around a lot until I came to the first locked door. Now, a locked door means something good is inside. So I used my lasers (the gay tranquilizer had worn off) and broke in. It was a room containing virtual images and files on super villains.

Before I got to any of the confidential files, I triggered the alarm. God damn it!