"Spider-Man, sir." the guard said, shoving Spider-Man to the center of the room. He grimaced, standing in the spoltlight that caused him to squint. He regarded Nick Fury, the head honcho of his abduction, for sure, with bitterness.

"Spider-Man. I take it you know." Fury said. His eye-patch gave Spider-Man a sudden chill, his bold, stern face not showing any compassion.

"Know? All I know is some idiot decided to kidnap me. What the heck happened, anyway?" He said, rubbing his head which had suddenly started to throb.

"You don't recall? Fair enough. I guess they wouldn't call it amnesia if you remember what happened."

"Say what? I remember everything!" He said, unsure of what he was being told. What was Fury going on about? Of course he remembered! He remembered Mary Jane and Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Jameson...of course he remembered being Spider-Man!

"Only short-term, I guess. Tell me, do you remember who Doctor Octavius is, also known as Doctor Octopus? He's the guy that caused your memory loss. What about Electro? Mysterio? Venom?"

The names cut through Spider-Man like razors, and he felt that each one was full of an unleashed evil. But he could not remember. He could not place any faces with the names being thrown at him. He felt empty all of a sudden, and ashamed, for a reason still unknown to him.

"We knew it was amnesia right away, so we took the liberty of taking you here to make sure that you didn't go home not knowing you were Spider-Man. I apologize for the...fogginess of the situation, Spider-Man."

"Okay. I have amnesia. Whoop-de-doo. But why do you care. I remember you, Fury, and I'm not buying it." He said, motioning at his restrained hands.

"As you guessed, I am not babysitting you for good karma. The Sinister Six is still rampaging around New York City. Do you remember them?"

"I'm guessing they're a group of six guys who are...sinister?"

Nick Fury wiped his face with an impatient hand. "I wish you would have forgotten how to be so stupid. Now, Spider-Man, what do you remember?"

"I remember that I'm Spider-Man...I remember that I'm hated by Jameson, that's gotta account for something."

"Your memory is vital to the success of this mission. You know the Sinister Six more than anyone, what do you remember about the members?"

Spider-Man thought. He became frustrated, because he could not remember. Who was Doctor Octopus? He sounded like a brilliant man, though malicious. Spider-Man sighed, letting Colonel Nick Fury know exactly how much he remembered.

"Spider-Man, this may not be pretty to watch, but I am going to show you the battle that caused your memory loss. Tell me as soon as anything clicks, understood?"

"Sure, Fury." Spider-Man said. A screen rolled down from a far wall, and Fury came out with a remote. With one click of a button the lights dimmed and the television blinked on. It took a moment or two for it to find the connection, but then the feed started rolling.

Spider-Man was in the middle of Times Square--he could see that much. He was standing alone, looking stressed and prepared. Suddenly a big metal arm reached onto the screen and grabbed Spider-Man by leg. He flipped in the air, getting electrocuted by some foolish looking man with a starfish mask. Spider-Man watched himself get clobbered, he watched himself face villains he supposeably has known for years, but watched them like they were complete strangers.

Spider-Man felt uneasy. How could this happen? How could he not remember who these megalomaniacs were? They seemed very dangerous and hateful, hateful towards him. They wanted to kill him! They wanted to kill him and he didn't remember why!

Once the short video ended, Spider-Man looked at Nick Fury with glassy eyes under his mask. He looked at his handcuffs, he looked at everyone in the room, then he looked at his reflection from the shiny floor.

"Fury...am I a good guy or a bad guy?"

Stopping himself from making a remark about what people like Jameson said about him, he simply stated, "You're a hero, Wallcrawler. A superhero."

"Right. Just...checking..." he paused, his mind lost in a ramble of different thoughts. He looked up from the floor. "Right. So...now what?"

Fury sighed. "I'm not sure, Spider-Man. I really just don't know..."