"What are you doing."

Life tip: Don't go through the stuff of a guy who has a habit of blowing stuff up and and crashing flying objects. To be fair, I didn't know this, but I should've figured something was up when I woke up in a small room with a very secret-lair-y feel.

Startled at the sound of his voice, I leaped to my feet and pun around, forgetting that I can't stand. As such, I immediately crashed to my knees. Storm didn't move.

"I asked you a question." His voice was harsh.

"Looking around, obviously." Could I have possibly said anything dumber?

I could have sworn he snorted at that. Was this guy actually laughing at me? My attitude jumped straight from 'mildly scared' to 'rather annoyed' in a heartbeat.

"Shut up," I almost snarled.

"Now, that's no way to talk to someone who saved your life." He seemed to have forgotten his anger, but his words made me stop.

"Why did you save me?"

"Do you really think I'd let you splat on the pavement?"

I pressed my lips together and looked at him for a moment before replying. "... You've crashed two helicopters into buildings."

Storm shrugged. "That served my purposes. You, on the other hand, might still be useful."

"Gee, thanks."

I had no idea how long I'd been in that little room, but I needed to get out, and not just because I was starting to smell awful. Somebody was bound to notice my absence, even if it was just my professors. Now there's a sad thought. Whatever the reasons, I needed out. The next time Mr. Shadow-lurker vanished, I left. I kinda wanted to thank him for helping me, he'd gotten nicer about it, but I wasn't gonna hang round. Thankfully, I'd regained much of my strength and didn't fall on my face five feet from the door. My mask and and coat were tucked carefully under my arm, and I looked as much like a normal passerby as I could with stark, white bandages wrapped around my entire shoulder. I stumbled through half a dozen back allies until I reached my own secret base in the basement of my apartment building. It was really just a small hole where I shoved my stuff, but it worked. After changing out of my costume and stashing it, I struggled up to my room and collapsed on my bed. My phone sat on my dresser, but I didn't touch it. That fiasco could be put off for a bit more. When I got around to it, though, I would have a lot to answer for... and I wasn't sure how.