Of course, as stated before, I do not own Spider-Man or X-Man in any shape or form.
Thoughts *sdfg*
Talking "ahsdjf"
Peter Woke to find himself in a hospital like room. He was hooked up to a beeping machine that was measuring his heart rate. So to make sure that no one knew that he had woken, Peter tried to keep the beat steady to that of a sleeper and waited to see if anyone was there that would cause him harm. While he waited Peter categorized his injuries; a few broken ribs, maybe a few more bruised, several cuts that had been their before seemed almost healed thanks to who ever was taking care of him. And a few other injuries that he didn't want to think about at the moment since it would probably bring the pain to the for-front.
It had been a few minutes or so, but it felt like forever, before Peter determined that the area was safe.
Once it had been determined that no half crazed individual will jump out of the shadows and attack him, Peter, slowly rose from the hard bed with a stifled pain grown. Looking down Peter thought *Well at least these people gave me some new clothes to wear.* Walking to the automatic metal sliding doors Peter thought *Time to see what kind of mess I've gotten myself into now…*
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Meanwhile in Professor X's Office an argument was taking place over the new charge.
Logan's prov
Logan Growled to himself when Red Eyes suggested that the young man could be a potential danger to the other kids about the place.
Logan interrupted One Eye in his little dress down on the fact that they were taking a risk in letting a total stranger in their place that, by the look of the last location, could possibly blow up a house.
"Why don't you shut-up One Eye and think for once in your bull headed brain. The kid was suffering from a long and many tortuous injuries. The kid was most likely being put through a ringer by some sadistic piece of shit!"
"Logan!" Said Chuck "Please contain yourself and, if you will, ease up on Scott a bit."
Logan glared a bit at the others in the room and thought… *The day I am nice to that duce is the day Magneto decides he looks better in a pink tutu and dances to Swan Lake."
Logan heard a snort and looked about the room and saw both Red and Chuck turning quite a shade of red, though Chuck's red looked a bit more like pissed red than laughter. *time to for a beer, so when Chuck decides he wants to lecture I can be smashed enough not to care.*
Logan stood up and walked to the door, he paused though when he smelt the kid on the other side of the door. He looked over at Chuck, who nodded, and he opened the door.
(Thought about leaving it here but decided that I didn't want to be burned alive by angry fans)
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(back to where Peter left the medic bay)
Peter walked across the thresh hold of the door and almost leaped back into the room just to get off the ice cold floor. *First I am going to get some thin slippers before I continue this little adventure.* He looked about for a bit before his eyes found them…they weren't the right size and they were a little thicker than he would want them to be. *I'll have to kick these off before I leap onto walls and stick to them*, Peter thought with a sigh. * Oh well at lest I have a potential weapon besides my physical attributes, though they are a bit flimsy…*
Looking about Peter was quite surprised to see that this place had an elevator with a raised eyebrow he thought, *rich kidnapers or rescuers?* *Well since I wasn't tied down and my wounds have been well tended to I will have to say rich rescuers…"
After getting off the elevator Peter found himself in, by the looks of it, a mansion! His eyes went wide when he peeked into a room and saw about twenty or so teens learning from a big blue …*Cookie Monster Lives and he teaches…Science?* *This isn't just a mansion it is also a school! My rescuers are teenagers, though why I am complaining when I am a teen superhero…*
As Peter wondered a bit more he soon found a door where he heard a gruff familiar voice yelling at another male about something. Leaning closer to the door to hear what the disagreement was about Peter soon heard a set of heavy feet moving towards him. Jumping back up, Peter prepared to flip out of his slippers and cling to the ceiling above him. When it open he saw the gruff fellow from the forest in front of him and the only words that would flow from his injured body and out of his mouth was, "Fuck."