I awoke in an old wooden bedroom. I looked out the window and noticed it was still day. I also recognized the porch. It was the same cabin I found. Why am I here? I slowly got up from the bed I laid in. It was a full-sized bed; the frame was the same color as the floor. There was nothing extraordinary about the room. It was just a normal bedroom. I heard footsteps becoming louder and louder. The door swung open, it's Goku Black.

"So, you're finally awake."

The fact that the two of us were in the same cabin where he found me could only have meant one thing

It was HIS cabin.

"Uhm...how long was I out?" I asked.

"Two hours, at least."

"I'd prefer to speak outside; follow me or I'll kill you." He said harshly. I obeyed his order and followed him onto the porch. There was a table with two chairs across from each other, a teacup, and a pot. He pulled one of the chairs out; snapped his fingers and pointed at it. "Sit down, boy."

Again, I complied. I sat in the chair he wanted me to sit in and scooted in. He sat across from me, picked up the teacup and started sipping from it. The next five minutes were just nothing but silence. Seriously if someone dropped a pebble you could hear it, that's how quiet it was. It was just him sipping his tea and me just staring at him. I eventually decided to break the silence.

"N-N-N-N-N-N-Nice place you have here, sir." I spoke.

Black was still staring at his cup, sipping his tea, not saying a single word.

"I always thought that bad guys lived in like a tall evil looking tower, or a cave, or a castle with a dark purple cloud above it, or maybe even a giant death star in space; I didn't expect a small cabin. This is surprisingly pleasant."

Black looked up at me and put down his cup. "Who are you?"

"W-What?"

Black leaned on the table, his charcoal eyes still staring into my brown ones. "Tell me who you really are, Spider-Man."

He wants my real name. Obviously, I'm not going to tell him, but I can't go against him either. I'll just come up with another fake name. That worked well in the past.

"Benjamin, Benjamin..."

Okay! What should my last name be? It can't be Parker, absolutely NOT. Should I use Ned's last name, Leeds? No, Benjamin Leeds just sounds weird. How about MJ's last name 'Watson'.

"... Watson. My real name is Benjamin Watson." I spoke.

Black raised an eyebrow. "Benjamin Watson?" I nodded.

Please believe me! Please believe me! Please believe me! Please believe me!

"Alright, 'Benjamin'."

Nailed it!

"I'm curious about your spider webs, how do they work?" He asked.

"They just come out of my wrist, that's all there is to it." Black became more tense. "No, there has to be more than just that!"

"There isn't sir, I'm sorry."

"Is there anything else you can do?" He asked.

"I can climb on walls and ceilings, and I won't die from falling?" I said with an awkward smile.

"Anything else?"

"N-N-N-No."

I can't tell him about my Spidey Senses, or my web shooters. If he knows about either of those things, not to mention my real NAME; I'll be done for. I have to talk as little about my life as possible.

He looked at me with suspicion. "You're hiding something from me, aren't you mortal?"

Shit!

"Nope! Nothing! There's nothing much for me to hide." I said frantically. The same psychotic smirk etched on his face. That smile still scares me. "You just confirmed that you are hiding something from me. No matter, I'll find out, and when I do, well..."

He leans closer to me.

"That's when the real fun will begin..."

To be continued...