Argh!! Arachnophobia beat me to the punch with this idea. Well here goes.
You've now got a little hint as to what this is about.
A Looser Definition of Mutant
Chapter one
As students filed into the hall, the scrawny young man felt for the first time in a long time, nervous of his peers. Finally all the students of the Xavier institute were in the main dining hall. So Professor Xavier began, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are happy to welcome a new student today, who has already begun to make a name for himself," the professor turned his wheel chair to allow every one a more full view of the entirely unimpressive young man, "Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Peter Parker, also known as the Amazing Spider-Man."
"You're shitting me right?" even blurted out before he could catch himself.
"I take it Mr. Daniels that you have heard of Mr. Parker," Xavier said to Evan aloud, while telepathically rebuking him for his language.
"Huh, actually I used to go down to the arena and watch The Webbed Wonder wrestle."
Peter blushed at the mention of his brief, but profitable wrestling career. He looked around the table, there were plenty of seats, but he felt drawn to one in particular. It was a seat next to a tall girl, probably one of the oldest there. Peter had no question as he sat down, as to why he was sitting here. There was just something about red-heads.
"Hi, I'm Jean," the tall red-head introduced herself.
"Peter, but I guess you already knew that," he said. Peter wasn't sure who to be. As peter Parker he had always been shy and timid, but as Spider-Man he had been bold, fearless, and smart-assed. But he decided to go with Peter Parker. After all, who better to begin as. "Um, so how well are mutants received here?"
"Not very," she said, "Most people still think we're freaks."
"Well, aren't we?" asked Peter jokingly. It earned him a stern glance form Jean.
Then from the other side of him came a voice, gruff and harsh, "Ignore Red. She's a bit too politically correct."
The man's face was covered in stubble, and though he also received Jeans cold gaze he returned it with equal ferocity. Jean turned away and said, "Okay, so we are a bit 'freakish' but not Freaks."
A boy in red glasses on the other side of Jean leaned forward and said, "Hi, I'm Scott Summers. So when did you first find out you were a mutant?"
"Uh, actually I require a looser definition of 'Mutant'. I was bitten by a Genetically altered spider. It transferred certain traits on to me; such as relative strength, the ability to walk walls, and what I like to call spider-sense, and also agility."
"uh, like, did I hear right? Spider-Sense?" Came the questioning voice from a Brunette straight across from him.
"Yeah, you see some spiders have such sophisticated sensory that their nerve conduction borders on precognitive. Basically I can sense danger before I know its there," Peter explained.
"Like, sorry, but spiders like, totally give me the creeps," said the brunette. Peter smiled, that was completely normal. Well as normal as things got nowadays.
"So Peter," spoke a tall African-American woman, "Why did you see fit to come here? If the reports I heard are true, you have more than control over your powers."
"Well Miss. . ." Peter said trying to prompt her name out.
"Munroe, Ororo Munroe."
"Well Miss Munroe, I have lived with my aunt and uncle since my parents died in a plane crash when I was, like, three," everyone made the appropriate sounds of apology, which Peter hated. They had done nothing wrong, why were they sorry, "Anyway, then it was just me and my Aunt for a while after. . . after. . ." Peter had to steal his courage to say this. Jean put a comforting hand on his back, "After my Uncle Ben died. And then I was unmasked on public TV by my own damn boss. And then my Aunt has a heart attack and dies." He stopped there was a single tear in his eye. Jean could tell it was one of many he had been holding in for the longest time. "So since I had nowhere else to go, my ex-girlfriend was not an option no matter how much she offered, I looked for a place for teenagers with incredible abilities, this was the first on the list. . . well that is first after the Jerry Springer Show."
Every one was stunned, none except the professor had known of Peter's many tragedies. But peter continued as if he had opened some damn he could not close, "I am even responsible for the deaths of my two best friends' parents." Peter's tears were now choking his eyes, but somehow he held them back. He knew from experience that crying would not help. He had to pull himself up by the bootstraps and keep living. He had to remember what Uncle Ben said; "With great power, comes great responsibility." He had a responsibility to keep on living and doing everything in his power to help mankind. Now that his mask was useless he had to resort to hiding in the safest place for a monster like himself.
Suddenly he found another hand on his back, one that seemed to know. He looked up and saw the boy in the sunglasses standing there. His face was twisted with remorse. He said, "I wont go away, or get easier, but its something you have to live with. Its something you have to carry with you. And in the end, you're a better person for it."
Peter would have told him to go to hell, but there was something in his face that let Peter know that Scott knew what it was to be guilty of spilling innocent blood, what it was to loose all you had. Peter smiled and thanked, and Scott smiled back as he took his seat. Peter shook his head and let Spider-Man take over; "Okay am I lucky enough to have this get me out of school?"
Everyone groaned as they suspected the whole thing had been an act. Scott, Jean, and the Professor knew differently. Within moment Peter's face was back to normal, and he was laughing and cracking jokes. When the professor announced that school started in two hours, every one began to grab their gear. "Hey Peter!" Jean called.
He turned to her, and was stunned by how beautiful she was. "You want a ride."
Peter had planned to swing to school, but he would not be passing up a ride from her. "Sure, let me grab my bag, I'll meet you in the driveway."
Thirteen minutes later Jean was sitting with the passenger seat empty, but the back taken up by her classmates, well the female ones any way. Rogue and Kitty sat together because Kitty could phase if Rogue got to close on accident. Amara was in the back with Rahne and Tabitha. "If he doesn't show I am so stealing that front seat," Amara proclaimed.
It was just after she said this that a small blur dropped through the open sunroof, quickly followed by a larger blur. The smaller blur had been a backpack, the larger one had been the owner; Peter. He smiled at Jean and the girls, "Sorry for makin ya wait. I got lost and then just found a window and said, 'The heck with it,' right." Jean smiled, something she rarely did when someone used their powers frivolously.
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Mean while across town in the Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House, Remy LeBeau walked into the living room, followed by another figure. The second figure stood, well dressed in a preppy sweater and khakis. His sunglasses would have given him the full "Scott Summers" look, except that they were ordinary black instead of Summers' scarlet. He struck the cane that he was carrying, and said without looking around, "What a dump. And why is it that the short one is begging to be let out of a closet?"
Gambit was impressed. His skills were all that Magneto had said that they were. Then came the actual inhabitants of the boarding house; four boys and one woman.
They stood before Remy and Pietro asked, "So what has my father sent with you this time."
"Magneto send you a personal trainer and tutor," as he looked at Pietro's smirk to the rest of the Brotherhood, he added, "For all of you homme."
Pietro zipped around into Remy's face, "What's that supposed to mean, neither me nor my sister need training." As usual he spoke so fast that all his words seem to run together, but his "friends" had no problem interpreting his speed-speak, but unbeknownst to them, neither did their new resident.
Remy continued, "Magneto say dis boy gone live wit ya, and Remy don't ask moe. Magneto say he gone train ya'll to fight, and Remy don't ask moe. Magneto say he gone to tutor ya, and Remy say, 'Good some of dem need it.' But you wan try and prove you don't need his help Quicksilver, go on right a head."
The platinum blonde boy looked the newcomer up and down, and then zipped straight in for a basic super speed punch, but instead of finding himself with a bloody fist, he found himself with a bloody nose and face down on the ground. Most thought that the prep had simply dodged and tripped Pietro, which in itself was a feet, but what only Gambit and the Prep knew that also there had been a blow to Pietro's nose as well. Pietro would have known this too except that his eyes had been arrogantly closed.
Wanda was the first to look at the prep's knuckles. "Shit, you're bleeding!"
"Am I he said," trying to sound tough, when in fact he hurt like hell from his bloodied knuckles.
"Yeah," Fred said, "Of course ya are, what are you blind!?"
"Actually," Matt Murdock said taking off his sunglasses and revieling his empty eyes, "I am."
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Okay so I know that DareDevil is totally not a bad guy, but bare with me for now. R/R if I can get enough Reviews I will add more chaps!
A Looser Definition of Mutant
Chapter one
As students filed into the hall, the scrawny young man felt for the first time in a long time, nervous of his peers. Finally all the students of the Xavier institute were in the main dining hall. So Professor Xavier began, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are happy to welcome a new student today, who has already begun to make a name for himself," the professor turned his wheel chair to allow every one a more full view of the entirely unimpressive young man, "Allow me to introduce to you Mr. Peter Parker, also known as the Amazing Spider-Man."
"You're shitting me right?" even blurted out before he could catch himself.
"I take it Mr. Daniels that you have heard of Mr. Parker," Xavier said to Evan aloud, while telepathically rebuking him for his language.
"Huh, actually I used to go down to the arena and watch The Webbed Wonder wrestle."
Peter blushed at the mention of his brief, but profitable wrestling career. He looked around the table, there were plenty of seats, but he felt drawn to one in particular. It was a seat next to a tall girl, probably one of the oldest there. Peter had no question as he sat down, as to why he was sitting here. There was just something about red-heads.
"Hi, I'm Jean," the tall red-head introduced herself.
"Peter, but I guess you already knew that," he said. Peter wasn't sure who to be. As peter Parker he had always been shy and timid, but as Spider-Man he had been bold, fearless, and smart-assed. But he decided to go with Peter Parker. After all, who better to begin as. "Um, so how well are mutants received here?"
"Not very," she said, "Most people still think we're freaks."
"Well, aren't we?" asked Peter jokingly. It earned him a stern glance form Jean.
Then from the other side of him came a voice, gruff and harsh, "Ignore Red. She's a bit too politically correct."
The man's face was covered in stubble, and though he also received Jeans cold gaze he returned it with equal ferocity. Jean turned away and said, "Okay, so we are a bit 'freakish' but not Freaks."
A boy in red glasses on the other side of Jean leaned forward and said, "Hi, I'm Scott Summers. So when did you first find out you were a mutant?"
"Uh, actually I require a looser definition of 'Mutant'. I was bitten by a Genetically altered spider. It transferred certain traits on to me; such as relative strength, the ability to walk walls, and what I like to call spider-sense, and also agility."
"uh, like, did I hear right? Spider-Sense?" Came the questioning voice from a Brunette straight across from him.
"Yeah, you see some spiders have such sophisticated sensory that their nerve conduction borders on precognitive. Basically I can sense danger before I know its there," Peter explained.
"Like, sorry, but spiders like, totally give me the creeps," said the brunette. Peter smiled, that was completely normal. Well as normal as things got nowadays.
"So Peter," spoke a tall African-American woman, "Why did you see fit to come here? If the reports I heard are true, you have more than control over your powers."
"Well Miss. . ." Peter said trying to prompt her name out.
"Munroe, Ororo Munroe."
"Well Miss Munroe, I have lived with my aunt and uncle since my parents died in a plane crash when I was, like, three," everyone made the appropriate sounds of apology, which Peter hated. They had done nothing wrong, why were they sorry, "Anyway, then it was just me and my Aunt for a while after. . . after. . ." Peter had to steal his courage to say this. Jean put a comforting hand on his back, "After my Uncle Ben died. And then I was unmasked on public TV by my own damn boss. And then my Aunt has a heart attack and dies." He stopped there was a single tear in his eye. Jean could tell it was one of many he had been holding in for the longest time. "So since I had nowhere else to go, my ex-girlfriend was not an option no matter how much she offered, I looked for a place for teenagers with incredible abilities, this was the first on the list. . . well that is first after the Jerry Springer Show."
Every one was stunned, none except the professor had known of Peter's many tragedies. But peter continued as if he had opened some damn he could not close, "I am even responsible for the deaths of my two best friends' parents." Peter's tears were now choking his eyes, but somehow he held them back. He knew from experience that crying would not help. He had to pull himself up by the bootstraps and keep living. He had to remember what Uncle Ben said; "With great power, comes great responsibility." He had a responsibility to keep on living and doing everything in his power to help mankind. Now that his mask was useless he had to resort to hiding in the safest place for a monster like himself.
Suddenly he found another hand on his back, one that seemed to know. He looked up and saw the boy in the sunglasses standing there. His face was twisted with remorse. He said, "I wont go away, or get easier, but its something you have to live with. Its something you have to carry with you. And in the end, you're a better person for it."
Peter would have told him to go to hell, but there was something in his face that let Peter know that Scott knew what it was to be guilty of spilling innocent blood, what it was to loose all you had. Peter smiled and thanked, and Scott smiled back as he took his seat. Peter shook his head and let Spider-Man take over; "Okay am I lucky enough to have this get me out of school?"
Everyone groaned as they suspected the whole thing had been an act. Scott, Jean, and the Professor knew differently. Within moment Peter's face was back to normal, and he was laughing and cracking jokes. When the professor announced that school started in two hours, every one began to grab their gear. "Hey Peter!" Jean called.
He turned to her, and was stunned by how beautiful she was. "You want a ride."
Peter had planned to swing to school, but he would not be passing up a ride from her. "Sure, let me grab my bag, I'll meet you in the driveway."
Thirteen minutes later Jean was sitting with the passenger seat empty, but the back taken up by her classmates, well the female ones any way. Rogue and Kitty sat together because Kitty could phase if Rogue got to close on accident. Amara was in the back with Rahne and Tabitha. "If he doesn't show I am so stealing that front seat," Amara proclaimed.
It was just after she said this that a small blur dropped through the open sunroof, quickly followed by a larger blur. The smaller blur had been a backpack, the larger one had been the owner; Peter. He smiled at Jean and the girls, "Sorry for makin ya wait. I got lost and then just found a window and said, 'The heck with it,' right." Jean smiled, something she rarely did when someone used their powers frivolously.
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Mean while across town in the Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House, Remy LeBeau walked into the living room, followed by another figure. The second figure stood, well dressed in a preppy sweater and khakis. His sunglasses would have given him the full "Scott Summers" look, except that they were ordinary black instead of Summers' scarlet. He struck the cane that he was carrying, and said without looking around, "What a dump. And why is it that the short one is begging to be let out of a closet?"
Gambit was impressed. His skills were all that Magneto had said that they were. Then came the actual inhabitants of the boarding house; four boys and one woman.
They stood before Remy and Pietro asked, "So what has my father sent with you this time."
"Magneto send you a personal trainer and tutor," as he looked at Pietro's smirk to the rest of the Brotherhood, he added, "For all of you homme."
Pietro zipped around into Remy's face, "What's that supposed to mean, neither me nor my sister need training." As usual he spoke so fast that all his words seem to run together, but his "friends" had no problem interpreting his speed-speak, but unbeknownst to them, neither did their new resident.
Remy continued, "Magneto say dis boy gone live wit ya, and Remy don't ask moe. Magneto say he gone train ya'll to fight, and Remy don't ask moe. Magneto say he gone to tutor ya, and Remy say, 'Good some of dem need it.' But you wan try and prove you don't need his help Quicksilver, go on right a head."
The platinum blonde boy looked the newcomer up and down, and then zipped straight in for a basic super speed punch, but instead of finding himself with a bloody fist, he found himself with a bloody nose and face down on the ground. Most thought that the prep had simply dodged and tripped Pietro, which in itself was a feet, but what only Gambit and the Prep knew that also there had been a blow to Pietro's nose as well. Pietro would have known this too except that his eyes had been arrogantly closed.
Wanda was the first to look at the prep's knuckles. "Shit, you're bleeding!"
"Am I he said," trying to sound tough, when in fact he hurt like hell from his bloodied knuckles.
"Yeah," Fred said, "Of course ya are, what are you blind!?"
"Actually," Matt Murdock said taking off his sunglasses and revieling his empty eyes, "I am."
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Okay so I know that DareDevil is totally not a bad guy, but bare with me for now. R/R if I can get enough Reviews I will add more chaps!