Spider-Man walked through the halls of the Academy; the sounds of the others following him resonated around him and made the arachnid almost croon with excitement. His body was still sore and ached all over, but his happy attitude made his body jittery with enthusiasm and he felts an odd rush of energy which overlapped the achiness.

The arachnid was delighted to know that the others were listening, and he hoped the other two prisoners in this metal cage wouldn't put up much of a fight with him. But even with the obedient behavior of the others, Spider-Man still kept his senses on high alert. They might be listening now, but he could smell their nervous anger, and hear their frustrated (but low) growls hissing under their breath. If they decided to attack his vulnerable back, he would know. And he would have to punish them, something he didn't actually want to do.

When Spider-Man had awoken after his recapture, he found that the voice he had been hearing in his head, the one telling him not to hurt anyone, had somehow taken control of his body. Spider-Man was angry, and would have fought to reclaim domination over the voice, if he hadn't been overwhelmed with the feeling of curiosity. Earlier the only thing Spider-Man could feel was anger and pain, but now. Well, now the anger had gone away, and the pain was dulled drastically which allowed clear and reasonable thoughts to bloom in their place.

Why did the voice seem to know these people? How did they know of it? What did they want? Why were they stopping him from moving? Maybe if he waited, and listened then he'd find something out. It took a lot of patience, and a lot more curiosity but Spider-Man remained in the back of the voice, and allowed it to keep control, all while listening to what was being said. It was fascinating, all these people, all these weird machines and contraptions. Spider-Man wanted to know more!

Eventually Spider-Man figured out the voice had memories, memories that he had full access to. He had eagerly searched through them, sucking every bit of information and details he could manage. Eventually Spider-Man started matching the names he learned to the faces he was seeing. There was a dark skinned man with one eye....Nick Fury Spider-Man thought. There was another one, a man with one arm...Doctor Curt Connors? It was weird, when thinking about Connors, pictures of an odd, lizard creature-kind of similar to Spider-Man-often appeared; Spider-Man would look up more on that later though.

There were others: Power-Man, Iron Spider, Iron Fist, Cloak & Dagger, Nova, and Agent Venom (the one he nearly killed). As well as a group of older, more powerful people...um...the Avengers? Weird name....but all that he was learning, it astounded Spider-Man and made him hungry for more. But what astounded him more, was the sheer amount of emotion involved in his situation.

So many feelings roamed under his skin, as well as in the air around him: anger, worry, sadness, frustration, stress. Spider-Man could smell it, even felt the ones the voice was experiencing. What was so emotional about this? He didn't understand. Although he did notice the difference in behavior between him and the voice, when they were in control; for Spider-Man, the crazy and wild side, whenever he was in control everyone was afraid, and sad, and worried-they kept telling him that they could help and could fix him. Why? Was something wrong with Spider-man? Well, aside from the odd pain spikes he experiences, but he wasn't sure if that was what it was.

While when the voice was in control, everyone seemed...happy, relieved, still worried and sad, but they were definitely lighter in attitude. Why were they only afraid of Spider-Man and not the voice? All he wanted to do was go somewhere safe, it was the peoples fault for trying to stop him. Besides, they hurt him. Wasn't he allowed to attack them?

So many questions and so many answers awaiting him in his murky sub-conscious, it was both exciting and frightening. But one that Spider-Man was able to isolate, was the odd relationship the voice had with the people, like the weirdly dressed kids he remembered. It was interesting, how much they cared and it really struck something with Spider-Man. It would be nice to have someone to look out for his back like that....maybe....maybe he could have something like that. He was contained with a group of other creatures like him; all were probable experiencing situations similar to his. Maybe...maybe he could get them to be his-what was that word the voice used? Team? Family? Friends? Something like that.

But to do so, they needed to know who was boss. The voice agreed too, it whispered: Yes, we promised we'd protect them. It was the first time the voice agreed, so maybe it was something.

Spider-Man arrived at Triton's location first; the inhuman was still inside his room trying to break through. But as sharp as he claws were, they designed to cut through such solid material. It was obvious with his angry hissing, and growling from the other side that the inhuman was getting frustrated. Spider-Man grunted at his newly obtained 'team' and they halted.

While they all didn't really understand one another, they could tell what Spider-Man wanted from his tone, as well as his type of behavior; but this weird way of communication would cause many problems in the future.

Spider-Man let his hands roam over the door, feeling for any weak spots in the doors metal structure. He remember stuff about doors from the voices memories, and how it was a lot easier going through them then breaking down a wall. Behind him the others watched with growing agitation, they still often whimpered or grunted as waves of pain ransacked their bodies, and the overwhelming urge to attack anything in sight still burned in their limbs.

But surprisingly, they were restraining it rather well; better than Spider-Man had done when he was the same anyway. But then again, he didn't have anyone trying to intimidate him into submission. While he was attacked by those people, they didn't seem like they were trying to intimidate him, more like just...recapture and confine him really, so the situations were a little different. Either way though, Spider-Man was impressed.

White Tiger was pacing the floor irritably, her eyes never straying from where Spider-Man stood. Her claws clinked against the hard floor, and her tail twitched and swished behind her, she was growling low in her throat but made no moves to attack. Squirrel Girl stayed a healthy distance from them all, she remained stationary by a wall just in case anything did happen and she needed a quick escape. Rhino remained motionless, but like Tiger, his eyes remained on Spider-Man. He seemed the calmest out of them all, but his hidden anger could be seen through his eyes.

But his encounter with Spider-Man snapped some sense in him, and he worked on with-holding that anger and watched as Spider-Man clutched the door and tore it from its hinges. From inside Triton jumped back, startled when the door was roughly torn from its respected place. Spider-Man peaked inside the room where Triton was already poised and lunged as soon as Spider-Man came into view.

Triton raked his claws over Spider-Man's chest, tearing the already torn clothe there, Spider-Man raised his arms in by instinct and grunted with surprise. The arachnid growled in pain at the cuts, and stumbled back a few steps. The other infected behind him perked up with interest, White Tiger stopped pacing and watched Triton attack Spider-Man; her ears perked upward and she watched with the upmost attention. Triton swept at Spider-man again, this time getting one of his arms, before snapping with his teeth barely missing Spider-Man's other arm.

The arachnid growled in annoyance as he worked to show Triton that he meant no harm, but the inhuman refused to acknowledge any signs and reveled in the feel of satisfying his growing anger. It was when Triton sliced at Spider-Man's face did he finally have enough, bellowing Spider-Man swung his fist and Triton and it connected with the inhumans face.

Screeching, Triton was flung backward and hit into the wall at the far end of his room. The inhuman jumped back to his feet, snarling at Spider-Man. Spider-Man walked inside the room, and didn't even bother to growl back, he continued moving toward the inhuman; Triton twitched nervously.

When Spider-Man was closer, Triton lunged with his teeth bared. Spider-Man raised his arm, and Triton latched onto the limb and sunk his teeth deep in the flesh. Spider-Man hissed at the burning sting, and tried prying Tritons mouth open. But the stubborn inhuman locked his jaw, and refused to budge. So Spider-Man turned to a more violent tactic, and swung Triton into the wall with his arm.

The inhuman yelped as his head connected with the wall, but otherwise refused to let go. So Spider-Man did it again, and again and by the 3rd hit Triton finally unlatched himself and fell on the ground; whimpering and holding his head. Spider-Man hissed violently at Triton, causing the inhuman to flinch, and raised his arms threateningly.

Triton tried to look up to Spider-Man, but once glance at the half-torn mask had him turning away. The inhuman kept cradling his head, but whimpered in submission. Satisfied Spider-Man backed up, and let the adrenaline fade from his body. Now that he was thinking clearly again, Spider-Man became fully aware of Tritons pained whimpers and cocked his head in confusion. Certainly he hadn't hurt him THAT bad....right? Hesitantly the arachnid moved closer, Triton flinched again but didn't move. Crooning softly, Spider-Man crouched slowly next to Triton and his hands softly touched the inhumans injured head. The response was immediate; Triton yelped loudly and moved away.

Unsure of how to deal with the situation, Spider-Man turned to the voice. It had good advice sometimes, when it wasn't telling him not to kill anything. He knew not to do that, especially to his new family. Help him, he's injured You hurt him you idiot! Your too rough! The voice said tone angry and hurt toward Spider-Man.

But how? It was Triton who attacked first, why was the voice mad at him? What was he supposed to do to possible make Triton feel better? A bandage! The voice replied; Find him a bandage-gosh! Don't you know anything?

What is a bandage? Spider-Man could practically hear the voice sigh in exasperation, now annoyed of the voice Spider-Man turned to its memories for information. He skimmed through many memories before: bandage finally popped up. He saw an image of his webs wrapped around his arm, to cut down the pain of an injury.

Maybe it could work...

Spider-Man looked down at his hands, head jerking to the side in though. He angled his hand down, allowing a spurt of webs to fly out, but it came out to fast and instead caught one of Spider-Man's arms. Annoyed flinging the web away, Spider-Man tried again to make the webs come out long and straight to make a bandage.

But his face was to close this time, and instead the web caught him in the face. Grunting, Spider-Man angrily tore those away too. By now the infected were watching Spider-Man like he was crazy, even Triton looked at him in confused wonder-head injury momentarily forgotten.

Narrowing in eyes in concentration, Spider-Man tried again. He refused to give up; certainly this shouldn't be this hard. Shifting into a more comfortable position, Spider-Man had all his hands working on a bandage. His fingers started weaving and stringing strands together clumsily, still not completely used to this new development. But Spider-Man allowed his instincts to take over, and after several times he had a useable bandage made.

It was poorly constructed, with strands sticking out at random. But it was sturdy, and should hold. Spider-Man looked at the bandage in his hand with satisfaction, and pride welled up in his chest. Crooning excitedly, Spider-Man moved forward to wrap it around Tritons head.

But the inhuman jerked away, making his head flare with pain. When Triton yelped again, Spider-Man moved back, before moving closer again this time slower. When Triton tried moving away, Spider-Man growled at him to stop moving. Triton seemed to have got the message, because he nervously stilled as Spider-Man drew closer. Then as soft as he could manage, Spider-Man wrapped the bandage around Tritons head-albeit rather clumsily so it didn't fit over the inhumans head quite right-but Spider-Man looked exceptionally happy of his work, and Triton look at him in wonder, and with a little bit of...gratitude?

The inhuman grunted a small thank you to Spider-Man, and the arachnid seemed to beam back at him. Spider-Man rose to his feet, and Triton followed his example, although he winced slightly as he did so. Turning, Spider-Man headed out the door where the other infected had been watching.

They looked at Spider-Man with a bit more trust at knowing he was helping them, despite his threatening appearance. White Tiger didn't growl lowly at him as agitated as before, and her glare lightened up a little. Squirrel Girl even moved a bit closer to him, a good sign of trust. Crooning happily again, Spider-Man started down the hall and the others followed respectively. They made their way toward Zabu's room, where the giant cat was nearly free of his room.

One more to go and Spider-Man would have a full family.

HIS family! HIS pack! They would see that he didn't mean them any harm, and they would learn to trust him over time. And despite the voices annoying pestering, he seemed to agree that they needed looking after. Spider-Man drew closer to Zabu, relishing in the feel of knowing that everything was clicking into place.