A low grunt rumbled in his throat as he kept trying, in vain, to break out of his restraints. To his chagrin, they didn't so much as budge. Whatever they were made of was as sturdy as the containment cells he used back at the Spider Society, it seemed. Which raised the question: who in blazes had caught him? It wasn't unusual for Miguel to take a beating during a mission to retrieve the odd inter-dimensional rogue, but for him to be knocked unconscious, captured, and bound with restraints that not only he couldn't break out of but also prevented his web slinging? This was no ordinary captor.

With a noise somewhere between a sigh and a groan, he slumped against the wall of the small cell. It looked to be made of glass, but it wasn't breaking. There was nothing else there that he could use to try and break free. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "I can't afford to be this careless." Strangely, despite his watch having been taken, he wasn't glitching. Had someone else figured out the tech to prevent it? The Earth he'd gone to seemed primitive. Had he been taken to a different one? Did anyone even know where to find him?

Miguel's mind was swirling with worst-case scenarios when he noticed the faint sounds of approaching footsteps. He tensed, talons extending from the hands bound behind his back. Was it his captor? Had someone tracked him down? "Where am I?" he hissed, his voice even despite the thundering of his heart against his ribs. "Tell me who you are and what you want from me."