Spider-Man crouched on the wall, his head pounding and sweating underneath his mask. He wanted to fix its position on his face, but the restraints on his hands prevented him from doing so. How could this happen? He had lives to save and bad guys to stop, and he couldn't remember a thing. Nick Fury filled him in on everything, that the Six had planned a Week of Terror just to spite Spider-Man, and now here he was, not sure why they wanted to spite him.
"Where do we even start, Fury?" Spider-Man said, of course, referring to his memory.
Fury simply shifted his head. "I say we try other superhumans. Captain America. Fantastic Four. Even the Hulk, for God's sake. We'll start with anyone who can help you remember. It's critical to the operation that you do."
Spider-Man frowned. "An operation? Is that all this is to you? Six of the world's craziest men are out there and I can't do a thing about it. They dedicated a whole week to make my life a living hell, and I can't do a thing about it!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Spider-Man."
He jumped from off the wall, landing five feet from Fury's current position. "Then who the hell am I gonna raise it at?"
Fury grimaced. "You shut your mouth and listen, you hear me? This is not a time for your immature games, your wise cracks, your attitude. This is a serious time, Spider-Man, and you will do what I say without argument, is that clear? I know how frustrating it is for you right now, but act like your age and deal with it!"
Spider-Man froze. Fury was right, though he hated to admit it. There was no use being angry. But that didn't mean he had to trust him.
"Who are we starting with, then?" Spider-Man said, his voice full of poison.
"I say we start with the Fantastic Four. I updated them about the situation via fax. I'm sure they'll be willing to help. In any case, we could use their help against the Six."
"What if I can't remember how to be Spider-Man? What if I freeze up and forget how to fight, how to webswing?"
"You remember doing that? See, there's progress. Come, we'll escort you to the Baxter Building. I'll inform you on the Six on our way."
Spider-Man sighed. "I'll accept your help. I appreciate it, Fury. This isn't going to be easy."
A sign of their new bitter truce, Fury pulled out a key, walked over to Spider-Man and unlocked his handcuffs. Spider-Man felt the circulation flowing back into his wrists. He sighed. "Thanks. Though I dunno why you needed them."
"Nothing personal, I know that you're more-or-less on our side. But it was just in case you...thought you weren't."
Spider-Man understood, but he still didn't like the fact that he wasn't trusted. He wasn't used to receiving it and he didn't expect to. His area of work, and where he stood in it, was always questioned and never for certain. But he didn't care. Spider-Man followed Fury into the Launch Bay where a small hovercraft awaited them. As it took off from the Helicarrier, Fury cleared his throat, ready to begin filling Spider-Man in.
"Mysterio, known for his illusions and special effects. Turned evil after acting didn't work out for him.
Chameleon. Can change his guise using complex masks and such.
Electro. Powerful but stupid, so to speak. Electricity is his superpower, and he's potentially a city-killer, blowing up blocks just to prove a point.
Vulture. Old, but deadly. Has a green flying suit with sharp razors, could sever a man in half.
Venom. You must remember him--wears the same black suit that once attached itself to you. He took the place of the Sandman after he reformed. Nasty one, this guy.
The there is Doctor Octopus. One of the deadliest men alive, endangers people on a global scale. Has six metal arms, considered indestructable. He's considered worse than the other five put together."
Spider-Man sighed. All this wasn't very encouraging, and none of it sparked any memories. Hopefully the Fantastic Four would help. He remembered them--nice people, knew he was good at heart. Maybe they could help...maybe...