Blue Beetle groaned as he tried to wake up. His eyes were heavy and his head was throbbing horribly. His skin felt warm and gross, yet safe and secure. He licked his lips to notice only the taste of metal. A subtle change to the tongue and familar metal lips made it only certain he was armored up.

With a yawn, he attempted to turn on his side. It was then he realized his arms were stuck. His eyes flew open, and stared at the ceiling. It was a metal ceiling. Fairly basic and plain, but it was not one he was familiar with. His eyes lowered down his body to his wrists to see they were strapped down onto a bed.

His scarab was screaming at his idiocy and his lack of self preservation. Something that was more hazy to Jaime at the moment.

His mind was still hazy despite the clear cut screaming of the scarab.

"Awake are you?" A deep voice broke into his chaos filled mind. He looked over to the side to see an intimidating African American man dressed in black with an eyepatch. Jaime's eyes narrowed at the man.

"Que?"

Jaime was more than a little nervous. Strange place, strange man, and he was restrained. This was a little too similar to his first time being taken in by Batman, for comfort. The only thing that would make this creepier would be if the man offered an ultimatum or serve jail time... Or worse, be a lab rat.

"Blue Beetle? That is what you call yourself isn't it?" the man questioned. Blue Beetled furrowed his brows trying to figure this man out. He had... Had he kidnapped him? He couldn't see to remember. To top it off his throbbing head wasn't helping matters. Damn, it felt like a building fell on him or something.

'A building did fall on you. Insufferable meat bag, you didnt listen and remain outside the poor building structure.'

Jaime blinked. Oh. That actually explained a few things.

"Ah, yeah. Blue Beetle," he muttered, "Why am I strapped down?" He asked the man in a louder voice, "You better not have done anything stupid ese," he whispered to his back under his breath.

"You're a danger to society-"

'I caused no such harm. Though I should have taken control when they kidnapped your feeble body. Your cracked rib prevented me from being able to gain full strength.'

"-and have injured at least four of our agents."

"Oh. Ah, Lo siento. They are... Are they alright?"

"They'll live."

"You mean... They'll be alright."

"Yes. They'll be alright."

Jaime sighed in relief. He hadn't killed anyone. Well, the scarab hadn't spilt blood on his hands. He had caused others pain though. Well, the scarab had. But like most others he had met, they probably wouldn't be able to identify the scarab versus the human.

"Could... Could you tell them I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anybody."

The man raised a brow. Blue Beetle swallowed and stared back up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted a moment to himself so he could yell at the scarab without an audience in the room. The man didn't seem to understand, or refused to acknowledge Blue Beetle's wishes.

"I'll pass it along. Now, I have a few questions for you."

There was no question in his statement. Only authoritative control. He continued to speak despite Blue Beetle not giving any form of acknowledgement to his words.

"Your "armor". Tell me about it."

Not really a question. More of a statement. But Blue Beetle didn't respond. What was he supposed to say? It was sentient alien tech that was bent on murdering anyone and anything that was deemed a threat.

"You aren't leaving until you tell me."

Peter sat in the training room, all suited up and overall, his guilt complex was eating him alive.

No one was dead. Buildings could be rebuilt. But in a slight panic, he had pulled Blue Beetle from the rubble and brought him to SHIELD. Blue had freaked out and attacked some of the agents. He hadn't been able to stop him until after he had broken one of the agent's collar bone.

His eyes. They were the worst part. They no longer looked like golden human eyes surrounded by shadows. Their entirety had turned gold, his movements were more savage. His hand disappeared in favor of a blade.

And then he was tasered. His limbs had locked as he yelled in pain. He attempted to turn and attack the man who tasted him but was shot down the hall by Hawkeye, rendering him unconscious once more.

Peter didn't know what to say. Blue was hurt, he was sure of it. A building falling on oneself was never fun and always hurt.

"Spider? Are you with us?" Danny asked. Peter blinked, and Rose his head. His teammates were all staring at him. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up.

"Yeah. I'm here."

"Really webs? Cause you look like you're brain is elsewhere," Sam commented without any venom.

"I'm good guys. Really. Just thinking is all. You should try it sometime Nova."

"Hey! I think web head!"

"Really? Cause-"

"Okay you two, knock it off," Luke interrupted, "Spidey, I'm sure the bug is going to be fine."

"You shouldn't really be worried about a robot though," Ava commented. Considering no one had seen anything but a mechanical face, that moved so fluidly like a human, it was possible that he was an incredibly complicated android. That didn't help Peter though. He had talked briefly with the bug themed being. He seemed so... Human. So shy, so quiet. He never asked for anything. No attention, nothing. And his accent.

What android had a Hispanic accent?

Well, this is something. Ideas are trying to move forward. Cross fingers that inspiration strikes me down like Thor's hammer.