Chapter 2: Welcome to Beacon Academy

No longer did he feel the soft green grass again, but something softer, more comfortable than the ground no doubt. But his head was laid on something softer than the rest of his body had. It felt smooth yet fluffy, like a pillow. Spider-Man's eyelids slowly opened, revealing the world around him. The first thing he saw after losing consciousness was a bright light. His vision finally cleared up and it was revealed to be a ceiling light. Looking at his surroundings, the soft surface he lied on was what he guessed, a bed. There were walls painted white surrounding him. He saw a brown desk with medical equipment and papers on it. A cabinet with medical pills, medicines, and more medical equipment was right next to the desk. Next to him was more beds but all of them were empty. In fact, no one was in the room but only him. Spider-Man came to the conclusion and assumed this was a nurse's office, a school nurse's office to be more specific.

He didn't feel sick to his stomach or lightheaded anymore. Spider-Man guessed it was Kraven's dart that caused him to go into his previous unconscious state. He assumed it was probably some type of poison. Luckily, it was curable obviously, otherwise, he wouldn't be here right now. Speaking of his current location, Spider-Man wondered who had brought him here in the first place. The question repeated itself over and over again in Peter's mind. He was curious. He knew the person who found him was someone female. Before he lost consciousness, he heard a young feminine voice yelling: 'OH MY GOD!'. Whoever she was, he wanted to find her and thank her for bringing him here to be cured of the poison that previously flowed through his veins. In fact, he wanted to go find her himself now. But the nurse would probably be upset that his or her patient just left unexpectedly. Spider-Man thought this through and decided to wait until someone entered inside the room.

As he waited, lying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't stop thinking about the portal Doctor Octopus made. There had to be a good purpose for creating that. He had theories to the creation of the blue swirling portal that might possibly killed the Sinister 'Eight'. The first theory was it was to travel to other universes and collect what they could from there. It made sense because they could get powerful weaponry, equipment, or probably an entire army made from the people that inhabited that universe. The more resources, the better. A bit similar to the first theory, his second theory was to ally the people inhabiting the universe and make them workers or soldiers of mass destruction to use in taking over cities, destroy anyone that stood in their way, take out all of the superheroes, the possibilities were endless for the use of an army. His third, most sensible, and final theory as to the creation of the invention was to be rid of him, to put him somewhere far away or dead. Doc Ock said he needed one more component for the portal, and that was Spider-Man, probably to throw him into the portal. And if they did get him out of the picture, they'd be almost unstoppable. They'd be free to do whatever they desire. Cause destruction wherever they may go, steal whatever they wanted, kill whoever opposed them, and Spider-Man wouldn't be there to stop them. If that was so, then mission half-accomplished. They were rid of Spider-Man, for now. If they were in this place too, then he could stop them. But not by himself, recalling after the events of the last time the hero and villains waged in battle. Even if he did manage to defeat one or two of the members of the Sinister 'Eight', he wouldn't have the energy to face the rest. How could he stop them if it was only him? Where were they hiding? And bringing up a new problem, how was he going to get back home to his family and friends?

Before he passed out due to the poison, he examined the area. Just taking a little glance at the building he was probably currently in as of now, he knew he wasn't at home anymore. The building looked more futuristic than the Triskelion. Granted, the technology here was probably more advanced than the tech in his universe. But nevertheless, the structure was beyond his universe could create. But that's the thing, his universe wasn't able to create this, so it was obvious that he's ended up in a different place which meant his Aunt May, his friends, and New York was vulnerable of crime. Spider-Man was the hero who took care of the more minor crimes than the major life threatening crime, those were the responsibility of the Avengers or heroes who had a similar status. With him gone, it will be difficult for New York to care of the rise in crime rate and will endanger the city. More importantly to Peter, his Aunt May was alone in the house with almost no one to take care of her. She could barely even walk with her weak legs that occasionally fail her. If something happened to her with him gone in a different universe, he would never forgive himself. Guilt, sadness, despair would always stay by his side if anything terrible happened to Aunt May. His frustration grew, his desire to go home grew, his worried state grew everytime he thought of home. He wanted nothing more than to go home. But how could he do that? He was smart, but that doesn't mean he had the knowledge to create a portal back home. Because of that, there seemed to be no way of Peter going back home anytime soon. He groaned. If he was stuck here, then he decided that he'll just have to adapt to this universe until he found a way home. Peter knew he can get home, he was sure of it.

Spider-Man heard footsteps, getting louder and louder as the person got closer to the door. He stared at the door, waiting for the person to come in. The footsteps stopped and the door handle twisted. The door opened and came in a middle-aged man with gray hair and brown eyes. He had small shaded glasses on his face. He wore a green scarf around his neck that had a small cross logo on it. He wore an unbuttoned black suit, revealing his black vest. He also wore long black pants. For his shoes, he wore a black smart shoes. In his two hands, he held a mug and a cane. Spider-Man figured the cane had no purpose, seeing the man was walking perfectly fine. The man noticed that Spider-Man was awake from his unconscious state.

"It seems that our guest is wake." He said.

"Yes I am." Spider-Man replied. "What happened?" His knowledge of the story was small and he was curious to know more after he passed out.

"You were passed out on the ground. Some of my students found you lying there unconscious. We didn't know what caused this to happen until we inspected your blood. Apparently, our nurse discovered that you were injected with some type of rare poison." The gray-haired man said as he walked toward the chair near the desk, sitting down on it. Spider-Man, under his mask, gave an unsurprised look, knowing it had to be poison Kraven injected that caused him to pass out. However, he was concerned that they inspected his spider blood. It bothered him, people knowing about his powers, assuming the gray-haired man was aware of that. "But as you see, we cured you of that. You are lucky. If none of my students found you, well you probably know the rest. Do you mind telling how you gotten yourself poisoned?" He questioned. The room was silent. No words came out of Spider-Man's mouth. Not even a little sound. He wasn't sure if he should answer that. The gray haired man inspected his blood which made him uncomfortable. But he did also save his life. So if he was going to use his blood for his own selfish advantage or whatever use, why would he save him? It wasn't clear that he was trustworthy, but he earned some trust from Spider-Man and that was enough for him to reply to the gray haired man's question.

"I was fighting against my enemies, six of them at the same time to be specific, when one of them shot a poison dart at me." Spider-Man explained. "However, I didn't know if there was poison in my body. It didn't take place beforehand. Guess it took some time for it to take effect." The gray haired man formed a interested face when he heard 'enemies'.

His curiosity took over and asked with interest, "Is that so?" Spider-Man nodded as his reply. "Well, I'm glad that you are fine and healthy now, rid of the poison. But before I let you go, do you mind me asking to have you tell me how you ended up on my school?" Spider-Man felt suspicious when he said that. Perhaps he was curious to know the story? Or was it for manipulation over him? It could be possible, however, he had nothing to lose regardless if he answered or not.

Spider-Man had told the gray haired man everything from start to finish. He told him about the technology the Sinister 'Eight' stole. He told him about each and every villain he went up against that day. He told him the invention Otto Octavius created from metal scraps, stolen tech, and the Tablet of Order and Chaos, however, Spider-Man referred it as 'ancient stone tablet'. He had no knowledge of the tablet's existence or what it does other than it powered the invention Doc Ock built. He even told him that he was from a different universe from here. However, his secret identity was still kept secret for safety purposes. Spider-Man was nearing the end of his story. The gray haired man kept a straight focused face as he listened to his story.

"Now, I'm here. That's how I ended up here. I know it sounds ridiculous but that's the truth." Spider-Man concluded. He tried to make it sound believable as possible. However, if someone were to hear 'hey, I'm from another universe', there was no way in any way shape or form will it sound believable but instead, a load of phony. There was silence and only silence. The man didn't speak but only observed him. Spider-Man assumed that he didn't believe. But three words that came out of the gray haired man's mouth surprised him.

He spoke, "I believe you." Silence returned to their conversation. But it lasted for a few minutes so Spider-Man could comprehend. To his dismay, he couldn't.

"What?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I believe you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I am."

"Are you really sure? 'Cause you sound like you're not kidding."

"I'm not. I believe you." Spider-Man wasn't so sure if this man believed him or not. He was flat out confused. It was hard to believe the story Spider-Man had told. He wouldn't believe it either if someone were to come up and tell that same story to him. Due to his confusion, he wanted to know why the gray haired man believed him in the first place.

Spider-Man questioned, "How does that sound believable? I wouldn't believe it myself!" The gray haired man adjusted his glasses before taking a sip of his coffee from his mug. He stood up from his chair and walked back and forth as he explained to him.

"You see, there are many types of people in this world. I know two specific ones." The gray haired man said, directing his eyes at Spider-Man's white mask lens. Spider-Man looked at his eyes as well. "The people who lie to gain whatever they desire. And the ones who tell the truth. You are either a good liar, or you speak the flat out truth. Your average liar would say something that sounds absolutely believable with an attempt to sound truthful. Your words speak the truth. No liar would use that as a excuse if you think about it. And if you were lying, your hands would've started twitching and liars look in a person's eyes more than people who tell the truth. However, I couldn't tell if you were looking at me because of your mask, but your hands weren't twitching. So you are telling the truth." Spider-Man took this into deep thought. Putting that all together, it does identify if someone was telling the truth or not regardless if the story sounded like nonsense or not. Spider-Man gave the gray haired man props. He was smart and wise without a doubt and Spider-Man respected that. The gray haired man sat back down on in his seat and looked at Spider-Man.

"Now, I assume you need help and a place to stay while you're stuck here. I know that only you cannot hopefully defeat your eight adversaries so you might need some assistance. And I'm willing to give you a place to stay here at my school." He said.

'Does this guy have telepathy powers? I swear this is Professor Xavier's counterpart.' Peter thought. He nodded. He did need assistance in defeating the Sinister 'Eight', even though he was fond of working solo like he has been all his life as Spider-Man. As much as he might or might not like it, depending on his partners in crime the gray haired man was going to assign to him, he had to deal with what he got in order to end this and find a way home. And while he stayed here, he needed a place to live. A cardboard box down a dirty alleyway with potential drug dealers and hobos wouldn't do and wasn't something he'd actually accept as a temporary home. Thankfully, the man was willing to give a room to him. Since this was a school like the gray haired man mentioned, he probably had to live in the dorms near the school which he was thankful for thanks to the gray haired man.

"Really? You'd do that?" Spider-Man asked. The gray haired man nodded as he took another sip of his coffee. "Wow…I don't know what to say…"

"It's no problem at all. I just hope my students are ready for what is to come." The gray haired man said.

"Wait, my partners in crime are students?" Spider-Man inquired.

"Yes, they are huntsmen or huntresses-in-training. Since you are not from here, allow me to explain. Huntsmen and huntresses are warriors whose goal is to uphold the peace in the world and stop the dark forces." The gray haired man explained.

"Basically heroes?" Spider-Man asked.

"Yes, for example, you are a huntsmen. You stop crime, protect the innocent, and defeat the nefarious villains. Correct?" The gray haired man asked. Peter nodded. "Good, 'cause I think it's time we show you to your room and your teammates." He stood up from his chair and walked toward the door. He looked at Spider-Man. "Come on now." The webslinger stood from his nurse bed and stretched a bit before he followed the gray haired man and exited the nurse's office.

As he walked with the gray haired man side by side, he asked, "What's your name?"

With no hesitation, he replied, "Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy."

"Spider-Man, hero of New York."

"It's nice to meet you Spider-Man. But, I'd like to know your real name." Ozpin said. Spider-Man looked around for anyone. There was no one.

"You promise not to tell anyone?" Spider-Man questioned.

"I promise. Your secret is safe with me." Ozpin replied. Spider-Man's head reached for his mask. He gripped on his mask and took it off. It revealed a person no less than seventeen years old with hazel eyes and brown messed up hair. "My name is Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mr. Parker." Ozpin stuck out his hand.

"Likewise Professor Ozpin." Peter shook it, forming a new acquaintanceship.

This was a bit shorter and I hope it stays that way. Not too long but not too small. Average sized chapter in my opinion of course. And this was actually uploaded a few days after the first (second if you count the prologue the first) chapter! So that's great. Anyway, same deal here. I hope you have enjoyed reading the second chapter or third if you count the prologue as the first chapter. If you have, please leave a review. Doesn't matter if it's good or not. I want to hear from you guys and see constructive criticism so I can improve on this fanfic. Also, if you like to keep up with this story like some people keep up with the Kardashians, then favorite and follow this story but it is up to you if you want. But anyway guys, I'll see you all in the next chapter. this is Spider-Teen1000 signing off!