Peter blinked as the doctor pulled the bright light away from his eye and scribbled some notes on a tablet. Morgan hadn't returned with the doctor, which made Peter more nervous than he was before. Was she all right? Where were their parents? Shouldn't there be at least one of them here with him?

'That was the last of the physical examinations for now', the doctor, Dr. Buhari, said. He spoke with an accent that Peter couldn't place. 'I'm going to ask you a couple of questions now. Just the basics.'

Peter nodded.

'What's your name?' He asked.

'Uhm, Peter?' Peter said hesitantly.

Dr. Buhari's brows furrowed. 'And your surname?' Peter fidgeted nervously with his duvet. 'I uhm, I don't know.' Peter admitted, looking down at his hands. 'Honestly, I'm not even sure if Peter is my real name. It's what my sister told me.'

'Your sister?'

Peter nodded and looked up. 'Yeah, Morgan.'

'Peter', Dr. Buhari said slowly, there was a concerned glint in his eyes, 'do you remember anything about yourself? Anything from before you woke up? Your family? Friends?' Peter thought about it for a while, but nothing came to mind. He didn't know how, but all his memories seemed to have been wiped clean and the only thing that came up when he tried to remember was a 404-not-found message. He shook his head. 'No, sorry.'

'It's nothing to apologize for', Dr. Buhari said. 'Your name is Peter Parker. You're a sixteen-year-old American Citizen, and you're currently in Wakanda for medical treatment.'

Peter's head shot up. 'Wakanda?' He asked. 'As in Africa? That Wakanda?'

'Yes.' Dr. Buhari Said. 'I understand that this is quite confusing for you at the moment. I'm afraid we'll have to do a couple of tests first to determine the severeness of your amnesia. Don't worry, post-traumatic amnesia is common, but we have to know what we're dealing with right now.'

'Okay.' Peter nodded. Dr. Buhari opened another file on his tablet and started asking questions such as which month and year it was, where Peter was born, and whether he remembered the last events before his accident. Peter found himself growing increasingly nervous and irritated with each question he couldn't answer. Which was all of them.

'We'll move on to a different type of questions now', Dr. Buhari said. 'To see if you have suffered any intellectual damages.'

'Uhm, yeah. Okay.' Peter nodded. He could do this. Probably.

'We'll start easy and move on to harder questions.' Dr. Buhari said and he opened a map of the world on his tablet. 'Could you point out where the United States is on this map?' Peter pointed toward the continent on the left side of the screen. 'Very well. How many states does the US have?'

'Fifty.' Peter answered.

'Correct.' Dr. Buhari said. 'Seven times nine is?'

'Sixty-three.'

'Twelve times a dozen is?'

'One hundred and forty-four.'

'Thirty-three times twenty-five?'

'Eight hundred and twenty-five.' Peter answered immediately, surprising himself.

'Good.' Dr. Buhari nodded. 'The cosine of Pi is?'

'Minus one.'

'What is the lightest element in the periodic table?'

'Hydrogen.'

'When did the invasion of New York take place?'

Peter frowned. Wait, what? He thought. When was New York invaded? 'Is this a trick question?' He asked cautiously. They wouldn't do trick questions in these tests, right? Or maybe they do, to make sure he could tell facts from false information. Dr. Buhari looked up from his tablet. 'Why would you think this is a trick question, Peter?' He asked slowly. Peter looked the doctor in the eyes, searching for signs that the man was trying to trick him. 'I mean', Peter said eventually, 'I don't think New York has had a significant invasion? At least, not one that's important enough that we have to learn in history class. I think. I don't remember having history class, or any other classes really, but how else am I supposed to know all this stuff, right?' Peter chuckled nervously.

'Mr. Parker,' Dr. Buhari said, 'are you saying that you do not remember anything of the Chitauri invasion of 2012?'

'The what?' Peter frowned. 'I'm sorry, I don't think I know what you're talking about.'

'What do you know about extraterrestrial life, Mr. Parker?'

Oh wow, that took a turn. Peter was once again taken aback by the sudden change in subjects. When did this turn into a conspiracy session? 'Uhm, not much, I guess', he answered. 'I mean, the universe is ginormous and it keeps on expanding, so there's no way that we're the only planet with any kind of sentient lifeforms. But I don't know anything about aliens except from movies like ET, star trek, and that one really old movie 'Aliens'. Does that answer the question? Because I'm not sure what this has anything to do with the intelligence test thingy we're doing here.'

Dr. Buhari nodded. 'It's alright. I have one last question for you, Mr. Parker. Does the name Sokovia or The Avengers ring a bell?' Something in the back of his mind tingled at the name Avengers. It felt important somehow, but he didn't know why. 'Avengers sounds familiar,' he answered, 'but I don't remember what it is, sorry.'

'I see.' Dr. Buhari turned off his laptop and stood up from the chair. 'That's it for now. Rest some more, a nurse will come shortly to remove the IVs.'

'Thanks.'

Dr. Buhari nodded once again and made his way to the door.

'Wait', Peter called after him. Dr. Buhari turned. 'Uhm, if it's not too much trouble, could you maybe send Morgan, my sister, back here? I mean, I'd understand if you can't because you're a doctor and you have a lot of things to do, but I'd really appreciate it if you could I don't know maybe at least ask a nurse to find her because I don't know if she should be running around a hospital and-'

'Mister Parker,' Dr. Buhari said with a kind smile, interrupting Peter's rambling. 'It's fine, I know where she is, I'll tell her that you wish to see her.'

Peter relaxed into the pillow supporting him. 'Thank you', he said.

Dr. Buhari smiled again and moved to step out of the room when Peter heard rapid footsteps approaching. A second later, the door burst open and Dr. Buhari took a surprised step back. A man stood at the doorway, gasping for breath. 'Peter!' He called. He was at Peter's bedside in an instant, nearly shoving Dr. Buhari out of the way. 'How do you feel, buddy?' The man asked, and Peter recognized his voice. He was the one who was talking to Morgan earlier, the one she called daddy. 'God, I can't believe you woke up right after Pepper managed to force me to attend a meeting after three months.' The man- his father- said.

'Uhm, Sorry?' Peter said, not knowing what else to say.

'Wha- no.' His father sputtered. 'Don't apologize for waking up from a coma.' He paused, then shook his head disbelievingly with a fond smile. 'Only you, Pete', he said. 'Only you would apologize for something like that.' He leaned forward and pulled Peter into a tight hug. 'You scared the shit out of me, kid', he said, voice thick with worry. 'Don't ever do that again.'

Peter slowly wrapped his arms around his father and melted into the embrace. He felt warm and safe, wrapped in his father's arms. 'I won't, dad', he promised, even though he had no idea what it was that he did. His father abruptly pulled back from the embrace, his eyes wide and so filled with love that it made Peter blush. But the reaction also sent a spike of anxiety down his spine. Did he get it wrong? Oh god, he must look like a complete idiot, calling the man in front of him dad before he knew for sure what their relationship was. But even if he didn't remember who the man was, Peter felt safe around him. That had to mean something, right? Dr. Buhari chose that moment to tap on Peter could-be-father's shoulder. 'Sir, if you could come with me for a moment. I have to inform you of Mr. Parker's condition.'

Peter's maybe-dad straightened and nodded. 'Of course.' He glanced back at Peter with a soft smile. He kissed Peter on his forehead and Peter finally let out the breath he was holding. It wasn't a confirmation, but only father's kissed their sons on their heads, right? 'Rest', His father said gently. 'I'll be right back.' And he joined Dr. Buhari in the hallway, closing the door behind him. Peter laid back down on the bed and wondered what Dr. Buhari would say to his father. To his surprise, Peter could hear what they were saying behind the door without effort. Apparently, the door wasn't soundproof. Or the pair was just talking particularly loud, though that seemed quite inappropriate in a hospital. 'So, doc', his father said, 'tell me everything. Peter seemed normal, that's a good sign, right?'

'Mister Stark', Dr. Buhari said, then paused. Mr. Stark? Peter thought. Not Parker? So they weren't related after all? Or was he Peter's stepfather? Adoptive parent? Peter forced himself to push the thoughts away for the moment and focussed instead on the silence that filled the hallway. It was the kind of silence that came before bad news, the kind in which doctors contemplate how to break it to you. Mr. Stark must've sensed it too. 'Why aren't you saying anything?' He asked. 'Long pauses are not good in these situations, doc.'

'The injuries Mr. Parker sustained from the incident are mostly healed', Dr. Buhari said. 'He will make a full recovery.' Peter heard Mr. Stark let out a breath of relief. 'That's good', he said. 'Good…Why do I feel a 'but' coming up?'

'Mr. Parker is doing fine physically', Dr. Buhari said. 'However, his mental condition is a different matter.' Peter heard Mr. Stark's breath hitch. 'He has amnesia. It seems that he has lost all his memories, including all the information about himself. On the bright side, it does not seem as if his intelligence has taken any damages. He was able to answer most questions I asked, though it appears he does not have any recollection of the Battle of New York, or any Avengers related events.'

'What?'

'Currently, I do not know whether this amnesia is triggered by the trauma Mr. Parker went through, or if the selective memory is caused by the Stones.' Stones? Peter thought. Was he in the hospital because people threw rocks at him? 'The memory loss could also be a result of a combination of both factors', Dr. Buhari continued. 'We will have to keep a close watch on him for the time being.'

'But-' Peter could hear Mr. Stark struggling to formulate a response. 'If he doesn't remember anyone', Mr. Stark said hesitantly, 'why did he call me 'dad'?'

'It appears that Miss Morgan Stark informed him of his name and told him she was her sister', Dr. Buhari said. 'It's possible he heard the two of you converse while he was semi-conscious. He must've drawn his own conclusions from that information.'

'That explains a lot', Mr. Stark said slowly. 'Morgan always liked hearing stories about Peter. He's a brother to her even though they have never met.'

Morgan had never met him? Once again the rug was pulled from under Peter's feet and he could feel his thoughts start to spiral. Peter sat up straight in bed and grabbed his duvet in his fist. Morgan wasn't his sister. The thought hurt. He felt deceived. Morgan was the only constant he had ever since waking up. If Morgan wasn't his sister, if Mr. Stark wasn't his family, then who is? Why was he in a hospital bed in Wakanda of all places? Nothing was making sense and he couldn't remember anything that did. His breathing became faster and shallow. The heart monitor at his bedside was beeping faster and faster. It was driving Peter crazy. He tried to cover his ears to block out the noise, but his hands stuck to the duvet, even after he let them go.

What the- Peter shook his hands up and down, but the duvet still clung to his hands. In a desperate attempt to free his hand, Peter gripped the duvet with one hand and pulled with his other hand, hard. His hand came lose, but it ripped the fabric and feathers came flying out. Nononono- what's going on! Peter was breathing but the air didn't seem to reach his lungs, he was getting dizzy and the edges of his vision were getting dark and the damn machine was still beeping. Peter had to stop the beeping before he completely lost his mind. Without a second thought, Peter pulled out every single cable or tube that was connected to him, which only made it worse because the damned beeping was replaced by a much louder flatline sound. Peter jumped out of bed, half the duvet still clinging onto his right hand. The door immediately burst open and Mr. Stark called out his name just like he did the before, but this time much louder and filled with panic. The man's eyes searched the room until they landed on Peter and he proceeded to check him for injuries. 'You're bleeding.' Mr. Stark said. Peter followed his gaze down to his right arm, and he was right. Blood was flowing down his arm from where he had clumsily pulled out the tubes and it was staining the duvet that, for whatever inexplicable reason, was still sticking to him. The blood and the wound were freaking Peter out even more, but a second later the blood flow suddenly stopped and Peter saw the wound knit itself close without even leaving a scar, which just added to his freak-out because that was not how the human body worked.

What the fuuuuuck' Peter gasped. He looked up from his arm and saw that there were even more people in the room now. Two nurses had come in as well, they stood right behind Mr. Stark and Dr. Buhari. Suddenly, Peter became hyper-aware of how much of a mess he made of the room, with feathers still floating to the ground. 'Oh my god-', he choked. 'I'm so sorry I didn't mean to break anything or make a mess and I don't know what's going on I'm sorry I-' Peter took a step back until his back was pressed against the wall.

'Peter.' Mr. Stark said, his voice firm and steady. 'It's all right. Just calm down.'

'I don't know how!' Peter cried. He tried to lift a hand to run through his hair, but found that his left hand was sticking to the wall. Not again! Peter thought desperately and pulled as hard as he could in an effort to free himself. Surprisingly, he managed to pull his hand free from the wall, or rather, he pulled a chunk of the wall free with his hand.

'I just pulled out a chunk of wall.' He said numbly, still in shock. 'That's not- I'm not supposed to be able to do that!'

'Peter, listen to me.' Mr. Stark said. Peter's head snapped up. 'You have to calm down. Take a deep breath, can you do that for me?'

'I- I don't know.' Peter answered honestly. 'How am I supposed to breathe again?'

'Peter, I'm coming closer, okay?' Mr. Stark said calmly, taking a step toward Peter.

'No!' Peter cried, pressing himself further into the wall. 'Stay back! I don't want to hurt you.'

Mr. Stark held up his hands at Peter's outburst. 'You won't.' Mr. Stark said steadfastly and Peter believed him. The man came closer slowly though still keeping his distance for Peter's sake, quietly announcing everything that he was going to do before he did. Mr. Stark guided Peter through long breath exercises until Peter's lungs no longer felt like they were burning and his muscles stopped trembling. The two of them sank to the ground and Mr. Stark wrapped Peter up in a tight embrace. Peter buried his face in the man's shoulders and he felt the last bit of stress leave his body. The duvet and the piece of wall that clung to Peter's hands fell to the ground. Tears were streaming down his face and he had no idea what just happened, but at that moment, it was alright, because Mr. Stark was holding onto him tightly and he knew that he was safe as long as he had Mr. Stark was there with him.