My Marvel Academia (Xavier's Academy for Thrilling Heroics)

Chapter 1

Trials of a Spider

Peter Parker looked up at the towering wall in front of him, then at the crowd around him. As a person with a low-tier quirk, he had been picked on quite frequently during his earlier schooling. Now, though, it looked like he had a chance to advance in life, to become a hero. All around him stood a massive variety of quirks, and the nerd side of him was working overtime, scribbling notes about every quirk he saw. Several of the other applicants didn't have obvious mutant quirks, which made him pause for several moments. Finally, before he could go crazy trying to analyze the red-head in a black bodysuit, who seemed to be stuttering in and out of reality, the voice of the Pro Hero All-Sight echoed across the field, "In the real world, there is no starting bell. Get on with it."

Peter snapped to attention, darting through the immense gate and immediately taking a step off the ground. His quirk, Glue-Stick, stuck his feet to the wall like it was level ground, and he took off in a sprint, leaping between buildings and flipping over other applicants. Feet leading, he slammed into a single-pointer's chest, and as it turned with the force, he grabbed a wall, pulling the machine into the wall next to him. As its head came off, he let out a shout and took off again, looking for another target.

His second target was a three-pointer, and as he struck the much larger villain-bot's chest with his feet, it suddenly began to float in a red haze, slowly crumbling beneath him. As he leaped off, he saw the reason, a brunette in a red hoodie, hands wreathed in red sparks that almost resembled letters. He snorted as he stuck to a light-pole above her, "That was MY kill!"

She looked up, "Sorry, didn't see you there!"

He nodded, accepting that, "I'm Peter. Peter Parker"

"Wanda Maximoff. Nice to meet you. Hope we both get in!"

He watched her go with a sigh, and flung himself back into the fray.

–

At ninety points, Peter heard a loud rumble, and when he turned to look, saw the Zero Pointer, towering over the arena, crushing buildings left and right. And on the ground beneath its foot, a figure trapped under a piece of broken concrete, right in its path. As he got closer, running as fast as he could on the walls and ceilings, he saw a second figure, squeezed into the shadows of the slab, trying to lift it. There wasn't enough room for a normal person to fit under there, but maybe someone with a size-changing quirk… As he landed beside the slab, he realized that it wasn't a second person, but a quirk. A very familiar Companion quirk. "Flash, Flash, Hey, are you ok?"

The hissing voice that responded wasn't his life-long bully, former friend, but Flash Thompson's quirk, Symbiote, "He's unconscious glue-boy. Help me lift this slab." The quirk was nearly completely independent, except that it had to maintain one point of contact with Flash at all times, which meant it could do rather unusual things that many companion quirks could not, things like wrapping Peter in a suit that felt like slimy tentacles, but he knew, from back when Flash had first manifested his quirk, that the quirk was using him as a framework to enhance it's own strength, as it was boneless. He grabbed the slab with both hands and shoved, feeling Symbiote's tendrils tensing around him, making him stronger. The slab shifted off Flash's legs, falling to the side, the echo suddenly drowned out by a crashing sound like a wrecking ball colliding with a steel plate. He looked up to see another girl, wearing jeans under a skirt, with biking gloves, the only parts of her visible from just behind her enormous foot. One fist was buried in the Zero-Pointer's chest, "Yes Yes Yes! THANK YOU!"

The girl responded with a rumbling "YOU'RE WELCOME."

–

As soon as the massive zero-pointer had been pushed over by the very large girl, she shrunk down rapidly, losing height until she was almost half a head shorter than Peter himself was, revealing a skin-tight spandex top that pressed her chest nearly flat beneath a white denim jacket, left unbuttoned. She looked at Flash, then at Peter, "Do you need a hand carrying him out?"

Peter nodded, and with the help of Symbiote and the giant girl, started carrying the still unconscious boy towards the exit. At the exit, they found an older woman, head shiny and bald, who was sweeping her hands through the air, faint green letters wafting around them. Every applicant she touched suddenly seemed to be more alert, healed of any fatigue and injury suffered during the test. As they reached her, Peter lifted Flash, Symbiote peeling back to reveal his bruised face. A quick, light touch, and his head snapped up. Symbiote let out a grunt, "Woof...Like being hit by fuckin' lightning...You got a better way to heal my host than that lady?"

The healer looked at Flash, who was looking far healthier, if still tired, "You best keep a tight leash on that one. He's a troublemaker if I've ever seen one. And I've seen a lot of Companion quirks."

–5 days later-

Peter sighed as he relaxed, a pillow behind his head keeping it at the right angle to watch the TV upside down from his position on the ceiling. Below him, in the kitchen, his aunt May was cooking dinner. The doorbell rang, and Peter started to sit up to go answer it, but his Aunt moved faster, her quirk having told her someone was there before the bell even rang. She opened it, spoke to the person on the other side for a moment, and then turned, holding something in her hands, "Peter, you've got a letter. It's from XA. Looks like an acceptance letter."

He stood, head nearly at the same height as hers with him standing on the ceiling, and took the letter, tearing it open carefully and sticking his hand to the object inside. It was a small disk with a button in the middle and a lens on the opposite side. Holding it in his hand, he pressed the button, and with a click, a hologram appeared from the lens, still upside down to his aunt, but not to him.

Standing in the middle of the hologram was a familiar face, Pro Hero All-Sight, who smiled, his night-sky colored eyes sparkling on his dark face, a white beard beneath them. "Peter Parker, as you have probably surmised from viewing this hologram, you have been accepted into XA. As per our rules, you have been scored in both your academic test, and your physical test, in three parts. While you excelled at the academics, one of only three members of your applicant group to receive a perfect 100 percent, in the physical test you only received 60 points from direct Villain defeats, and 30 Villain Assist defeats. This is one of the lower collective scores for total defeats of the year. However, you did make up for it with a whopping 50 points on the Rescue portion. As only four students even attempted Rescues, this was sufficient to raise your score and get you accepted. Excellent job, we look forward to seeing you on campus in three weeks. Please see the included list of required materials in the envelope." Peter's mouth dropped open. He knew he had struggled to defeat the robots, his quirk not really being suitable for outright combat, but he hadn't expected Flash to be worth 50 points for his rescue. And did that mean that the giant girl had gotten rescue points as well?

He jumped off the ceiling and landed on his feet with a shout of joy, "I got in! I got in! Aunt May, I got in! I need to design a costume...oh geez, I need to design a costume…" His aunt laughed, and turned, opening the door just a moment before a black garbed figure practically flowed into the room.

"Parker, you better have gotten in with that rescue you pulled..."

Peter nodded as the figure flowed apart into his former friend, "Uh...Flash...What are you doing here..."

"You think I'd just forget that it was you that saved my ass out there? Symbiote's a great help, but he's not super good at thinking...and you know that's not my strong suit...I...um...I only got in on Villain defeats and assists...I kind of nearly flunked the academics..."

A mute nod, "Uh...huh...So...the Parker-Thompson Hero agency is...back in business then?"

"Hell yeah," Flash shook his hand, a third, gooey hand added itself to the shake with a cheer, "We're back bitches!"