Sunflower (or, a Solangelo Spider-Man AU)

It Was The Great Escape, The Prison Break (fun little cameo time)

Will blinked awake, his head pounding. It took him a moment to adjust to the darkness of his surroundings, but once his eyes started working, he almost wished they hadn't. He was sitting in the corner of a terribly lit, damp, cold, jail cell. A black Mansion of Night symbol adorned the wall. A weird, chilling breeze blew through the room, though Will wasn't sure where it was coming from. Why was he HERE?

Oh. The memories rushed back to him, making his head hurt worse. The attack. Eris and Hypnos. So he'd been knocked out and thrown here. Great.

Wait, where even was here? Will would assume it was part of the Mansion, considering the symbol on the wall, but that didn't explain where he was in the building, what the building was, where the building was, where they might be keeping Nico...

Nico. Oh, god, Nico. Will's stomach pitched with anxiety as he remembered exactly WHY he had been knocked out. Because he had just found out that Nico had been kidnapped, taken to the Mansion, and potentially been hurt. Anger swirled in Will's mind at just the thought, but he forced himself to keep it together. If he was going to get out of here and try to save Nico, he had to keep to together.

Will stood up from his seat on the floor, stretching. His suit was torn up slightly, but he was otherwise no worse for the wear, except...Will's gloved hands found their way to his face. Where was his mask? Will supposed it didn't really matter, it's not like anyone in the Mansion would know him, but what if people in the Square had seen? And where had his mask gone? A thought crossed Will's mind: maybe it was a sign. A sign that he could no longer hide. Hide from the Mansion, hide who he was...

Or maybe he was looking too deep into it and he'd just lost his mask.

Refocusing himself on the task at hand, Will crept towards the bars of his cell. He was able to decently see down the hallway that his cell was connected to, but it didn't help too much. On both sides, he was just met with the view of more cells, all seeming empty. Will sighed in frustration.

"Looking for something?"

Will jumped at the sudden voice. He glanced to the left of his cell, where the voice had come from, and saw a woman leaning against the wall next to the bars of his prison, though he SWORE no one had been standing there five seconds ago.

Will didn't respond, instead examining the woman. She was dressed in the customary black leather outfit associated with the Mansion, but it kind of worked on her. She looked like a biker, with thick brown hair pulled out of her eyes by sunglasses on her forehead, a hoop nostril piercing, and her jacket cut fashionably to look actually good.

Will finally managed to answer her question after judging that she seemed...well, not trustworthy, but...safer. "Just...figuring out where I am." He said.

She laughed. "Aren't we all?"

Will was starting to get really sick of how all the members of the Mansion talked like they were in a movie, but he pressed on. "Who are you?"

The woman laughed. "You think I'd just tell you that?"

Will bit his lip. "Okay, fine. Be like that. What are you doing here?"

"Watching you, of course."

"Why? I'm locked in a cage. Why would I need extra security?"

"I didn't say I was security."

Will blinked. If she meant what he thought she was implying...was she here to get him out? No, that was too easy.

"What are you, then?" Will asked carefully, not trying to get his hopes up.

The woman shrugged. "An observer. A mediator."

"A mediator?"

She gestured vaguely. "I enjoy balance. When things aren't fair- say, a hero is locked in a cage and powerless to stop an attack- I try to even the odds."