"Get up, Webhead!  I have breakfast!"  Webhead?  When did I tell him that nickname?   Well, he knows everything, so I didn't exactly have the right to be surprised. 

I climbed out of the ratty bed and threw on the same shirt and jeans I had been wearing for the past few days.  Having an extra change of clothes is not a luxury after you get kidnapped.  Not even by an Asgardian. 

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to comb it out a bit.  I didn't have a comb, either.

I left the bedroom swiftly, welcomed by the harsh smell of aged oatmeal.  Bunlei wouldn't give me anything else for breakfast.  At least it was something.  Besides, I could usually scarf it down pretty well, like Aunt May's meatloaf, which I used to hate, before...you know.

"I can't very well be a Webhead if I don't have any webs," I remarked, tapping my wrists.  They felt bare without my webshooters. 

Bunlei raised an eyebrow.  "Perhaps I'll give them back eventually.  I actually brought them with me.  Pretty cool gadgets, don't you think?"  I shrugged. 

"They help me do what I need to do."  I slumped into the creaky wooden chair at the ridiculously scratched dining table, forcing a bite of oatmeal into my mouth.  It tasted stale and icky, but I ignored it.

"Say, I think I'm ready to get some fresh air, don't you?"  Bunlei tapped his fingers on the table, and a sudden surge of energy and freedom bolted through me.  It quickly disappeared, leaving me extremely lethargic, like I had been for the past few days.

"Sure..."  I wasn't sure what to say.

"I feel like the mold in here is going to start growing ten times faster and suffocate me in my sleep."

I smirked at his remark, thinking how much I'd actually enjoy that.  I quickly changed my mind, though, since he was my only ticket out of this hellhole.

Bunlei frowned, as if he knew what I was thinking.  Probably did.  That psycho can read minds. 

I stopped for a second in realization. 

Bunlei can read minds. 

It all made sense. 

He closes his eyes before answering a lot of questions...trying to find people's weak spots.  He learns the names of people he's never met before by tapping into their friends' minds.  He knew my name, and Tony's and Bruce's, when we first came in contact with him.  He knew Nick was alive.

Then why did he have to hack into Nick's computer?

"You know, every time I think you're warming up to me, I discover I'm wrong.  I'm trusting you too much.  Perhaps I should leave you here while I go on my errands."

I looked up.  Bunlei was staring at me, his eyes squinted.  I felt as if they were piercing my skull. 

"I don't exactly consider you a friend, no," I said honestly.  Besides, if I lied just to make him happy, he'd just read my mind and figure it out, anyway.  "Friends don't keep secrets from each other.  And they sure as hell don't steal them from one another."

Bunlei shrugged.  "I guess I'm not the friendly type, then, am I?"

"I guess not," I replied, my voice sour.

"And, as I recall, you kept a pretty big secret from your Aunt May for a good while, Spider-Man.  And from the entire world.  Are you going to ever tell them, or are you going to hide behind that mask forever?  I will admit, the spandex is pretty funny."

I glared at him, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else.

"Well, I have to go buy some more oatmeal.  Since I can not trust you, you will stay in this seat until I return."  Bunlei headed to the front door.  "Have fun."  He opened the door with ease, and I listened to it slam behind him. 

After he was gone, I got up from my chair, testing the door.  For me, it still wouldn't budge.  I groaned.  I saw a spark in the corner of my eye, and my feet were pulled out from under me.  My body was smashed back into the chair, and my arms were bound around and behind it.

"Mother Hubbard!" I shouted, kicking my legs before they were bound, too.

He told me to stay in the seat.  He wasn't kidding.  I leaned my head back, closing my eyes.

I have to pee.