Day 3: Wizard of Robotics

Wednesday, 12:03 PM, Midtown High

During lunch, Peter Parker was thinking over what happened over the past two days. Two major villains in two days. Was this just a big coincidence? Of course, Peter's after school activity of fighting evil freaks was nothing new, it was the fact that these were big name bad guys in just two days! That had to be some kind of record.

From the corner of his eye, Peter spotted Mary Jane coming to join him. Right now, he was eating lunch by the big tree in the school yard. It was a great place for when they wanted to get away from everyone and to sit together like the old days when it was just the two of them. Sometimes, Peter missed those days when everything was simple. No mask, no secrets, no bad guys with a wish to kill him, no annoying Nova...

"Hay Pete," The red head sat in the grass Indian style, "I feel as if we haven't talked in ages."

"Yeah," Peter agreed.

The red head took a deep soothing sigh, closing her eyes, she rested her head against the tree. A breeze picked-up and Mary Jane's red locks flew around her. Peter smiled at his red-headed companion. It's been a while since Peter was able to relax like this. Sighing contently, Peter laid on his back, his head not too far away from MJ's crossed legs. "It sure is a lazy day." He commented.

"It sure is." Mary Jane nodded in agreement. Then, opening one eye to sneak a peek at her friend, "Hay, Peter?"

Peter hummed to let her know she had his attention.

"Have you ever wondered who Spider man really is?" The girl asked innocently, dipping her fries into her ketchup. She noticed how Peter tensed. Though it was only for half a second, it was still hard to miss. Why did Peter seem to always get so tense whenever Spider man was mentioned?

"Of course I've wondered." He finally answered, blue eyes looking to the sky. "I like to think that he's a hero."

"Of course." MJ snorted in a "Like Duh" manner. "I mean who he is under the mask. Have you ever wondered?"

"Well, yeah..." Peter shrugged. Of course, he knew who Spider man was under the mask. An awkward dork. Of course, he's grown a little out of his awkwardness if only by a little, but he was still pretty dorky. He wondered what the world might think if they knew that the strong, charismatic, suave, courageous, out-going, genteel, funny—ahem!—superhero, was really just a young dorky high schooler. Funny how he seemed to have a big vocabulary to complementing himself as Spider man, but can't think of another word besides dork to describe himself as Peter. Dork was starting to not sound like a word anymore.

"I bet he's just as cool outside that mask as he is inside it." Mary Jane sighed, mostly to herself.

Peter eyed her suspiciously, "Have you fallen for the masked hero?" He asked, sounding more smug then jealous. His smirk grew even bigger when he saw Mary Jane's face turn as red as her hair.

"Don't be ridicules." She pouted, folding her arms across her chest, "Of course not! I don't even know the guy!" She scoffed.

Peter just shrugged absentmindedly, looking rather amused, "Whatever you say."

The two teens then went back to their silence, both of their minds wondering off to different things, munching on their lunch, when, "I know who's going to attack Spidy next."

Peter was silent for a moment, still laying in comfort in his spot in the grass. It took him a moment to finally realize exactly what his friend had said. When he did, he sat up so fast, he was sure he got whiplash. He turned to her, his face looking puzzled, while hers looked amused and confident. "What did you just say?" Maybe he just didn't hear her right.

"I said," Mary Jane repeated, more slowly now, (and after rolling her eyes!) "I know who's going to attack Spidy next."

Okay. So he did hear her correctly. "How?"

Without hesitation, MJ pulled out a card from her pocket, handing it over to Peter. Taking it into his hands, Peter read:

Dear Spider man,

I just want to tell you that I'm going to be

attacking the local movie theater on Wednesday at 1:30 (I would

have done it at 12, but I had to take a friend to the airport. Something

about running from the law...) Anyway, I—[hear, Peter had to flip the

card over]—just thought you should know. Don't be late, or else!

Oh, by the way, this is Mysterio! :)

"Wow." That was the only word Peter could manage. He knew Mysterio wasn't the brightest of villains, but really?

"So, are you planing on going with me?" The red head asked eagerly.

Looking up into the determined green eyes of his best-friend-since-for-ever, Peter has come to a conclusion. After all these years, he finally noticed that Mary Jane Watson was crazy. Sure, he was one to talk, but he had freaking superpowers for God's sake! The results of him getting a major injury were slim in comparison to her! Not to mention he had spidy senses! If something were to attack her from behind she would never know it was coming! And even if she did, it's not like she had super-human reflexes to quickly jump out of the way! And—ahem!— Peter had to stop himself before his imagination turned gruesome.

"MJ, are you crazy!" The young teen practically shouted, "Please tell me you're not serious!"

"I am vary serious, thank you vary much." Mary Jane huffed, sending him a narrowed side glance, making Peter wince. He knew he hurt her feelings by calling her crazy, but he was trying to talk some sense into her! Although, knowing Mary Jane, she was going to be stubborn and they'll have to argue forever. Maybe they can argue till 3:30 as an distraction! Maybe the team can handle Mysterio. He was after all, just a cheep magician. Barely even a threat! Then again, he was almost defeated by this "Cheep Magician." But hay, he had a cold!

"I'm going Peter." Mary Jane stated, gathering her things to throw away. Standing to her feet, she made her way back to the school, silently telling him the discussion was over. Rolling his eyes and sighing in defeat, Peter caught up with the red head, who was dumping her tray of trash into the garbage. "Fine." He said, "but I'm coming with you."

The girl's face brightened, "That's great!" She squealed, grabbing his hand, "C'mon!"

"Wait!" The boy stiffened, his body becoming an anchor to Mary Jane's ship, "What about school!"

Mary Jane stopped in her tracks, as though she was thinking about this for the first time. "Yeah, you're right." She held her thumb and pointer finger under her chin, deep in thought. Peter relaxed, hoping she was falling back into reality. Mary Jane was a perfectionist. As such, she's never missed a day of school, and has had a perfect attendance record since kindergarten! There was no way she was going to miss school for—

"I've got it!" Mary Jane proclaimed, brows frowned in determination.

God just loves proving me wrong.

*.*.*

Wednesday, 1:19 PM, Midtown Theater

Mary Jane's plan wasn't the most original of plans, but it did work. There was just something about the words "Camps" and "Tampons" coming out the mouth of a women that can send even the calmest of men into an uncomfortable fit. The sight of Principal Coulson's reddening face and stumbling over his words made her giggle. While Mary Jane went into vary intricate detail as to why she needed to go home and change her pants and—ahem—undergarments, Peter, for once in his life, was stun silent. The Principal allowed for Peter to walk Mary Jane home. But in reality, the two were sitting outside a cafe staring at the theater that was sitting right across the street. For some odd reason, they were wearing disguise. Mary Jane wore huge sunglasses, and a big sun hat, while Peter wore a fake goatee, sunglasses, and a baseball cap. Who exactly they were hiding from, they weren't sure. But for some reason, this felt more authentic.

Anyway, the two teens ordered a hot fudge sundae, as they sat and waited. After a good fifteen minuets, Peter groaned, his forehead falling on the table.

"I'm so bored!" He moaned.

Mary Jane sighed and looked at her watch, "It's 1:29, and no sign of Spider man. I would've thought he would be early. You know, just in case." She twiddled her fingers on the table. She was starting to get pretty bored too, but was a lot less vocal about it, unlike her friend. She reached into her purse and pulled out her make-up pack, pretending to check herself in the mirror. Really she was looking at the theater behind them. After getting tired of looking back at the building every five minuets (And as not to rise any suspicion) Mary Jane would just look at the reflection of her mirror every five minuets. Noticing something, the girl gasped in horror, her eyes becoming as big as dinner plates!

Without missing a beat, Peter was up on his feet, adrenalin pumping through his veins. Why hadn't his spidy senses warned him?

"What? What is it? Where's Mysterio!?"

"I. Have. A. Zit!" The girl practically screamed.

It took Peter a moment to realize what the red head had said. That's it? Just a zit? He mentally face palmed. He got worked up... over a zit?

"Why didn't you tell me I had a zit!" Mary Jane's eyes snapped at Peter accusingly.

"What?" Peter was stuck somewhere between laughing and crying. Laughing, because of Mary Jane's over reaction of a small blemish. And crying... well, because he was—quite literally—bored to tears. "MJ, calm down, it's just a zit. It's not the end of the world." And right at that vary moment, his spidy senses decided to go off. "Get down!" Without thinking, the teen aged boy threw himself over Mary Jane. Not moments after, a red ray was shot into the air, slicing a few street lights in its path. Right across the street, in a puff of green smoke, stood Mysterio, and—

"The X-men?!" The two teens exclaimed in unison.

Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat and Gambit stood boldly next to the fish bowl wearing supervillain.

"Hello everyone!" Mysterio shouted to the frightened civilians, "Sorry I'm late! I got a little caught up. I got stuck in traffic, and my friends plane was late. I mean, how can a plane be late?" He mumbled, shaking his head, "But, it would appear that I'm not the only one late. It looks like your hero hasn't shown." He tsked, "Well, looks like I have no choice." He dramatically pointed to nothing in particular, "Go! Destroy everything!"

Without hesitation, the six members of the X-men charged. Wolverine flung out his claws, slicing everything he could. Which was everything. Cyclops shot beams out of his eyes, hitting buildings, and cars. Storm had flew up into the sky, eye's white, sending strong winds into the running civilians, while Gambit flung explosive cards every which way. One conveniently landed right in fornt of Peter and Mary Jane. Grabbing her by the hand, Peter took off running, Mary Jane stumbling close behind. Even after running so far, the explosion still sent the two flying! The two landed side by side in the middle of the busy street of New York. Drivers and pedestrians were already in disarray! The last thing it needed were two teen aged kids thrown into the mix! Looking down, Peter saw an unconscious Mary Jane, with an ugly looking gash on her forehead. Looking up, he saw a parade of people running for their lives. If not for his spidy senses, Peter wouldn't have noticed the falling debris. Fully prepared to take the hit for Mary Jane, he was surprised when he felt nothing. Opening his eyes, he saw the debris was floating! But not only that, but right in front of him stood the X-men, facing off... The X-men?!

*.*.*

Logan mumbled vary un-child-friendly profanations under his breath. Of all the people to chose to supervise this date, why did it have to be him? Yes, that sounded like a good idea Xavier. Put the feral, brooding, antisocial man with anger issues, and an adamantium skeleton and claws in charge of children! It'll be just fine. Okay, so, Storm was hear too, but that seemed to just make it even more awkward! And why was this considered a date? Not only did Scott and Jean, along with Kitty and Kurt drag Rogue and Remy out (against their will of course) but they also had chaperones! This wasn't a date, this was a field-trip!

Logan took a vary long, vary needed sip of coffee. The kids had chosen a cafe out in the city, right across the street from the theater. Apparently, some new teen romance movie about Vampires who sparkle, (Logan snorted at the idea.) was premiere tonight, and the streets were packed as everyone and their mother (quite literally) were standing in line for tickets.

The feral mutant took a deep breath, and was thankful for the quiet cafe, which wasn't busy at the time. Heck, other then him, Storm and the love birds, no one else was hear. Well, there was a (quiet goofy looking) couple sitting at the seating out side of the cafe, but that was it. Okay, so maybe this forced outing wasn't that much of a bad idea. It was nice to get out of the institute and away from all the loud children once in awhile. Yeah, he thought, some peace and quiet should do me some good.

"Gambit! Do ya wanna end up in the hospital!?" A cry could be heard from the other side of the cafe, making Logan cringe. Well, that was short lived.

The Cajun smirked, "If you let me kiss you, it'll be worth it." His smirk grew even bigger when he saw the red on the southern belle's face.

"Shut-up Swamp Rat!"

"Guys, like, chill okay?" Kitty tried to calm the two southerners to no avail. Meanwhile, Kurt was chowing down on his lunch like it was no tomorrow, while Jean and Scott made sappy kissy faces at each other, completely dead to the world. Or, was that the other way around?

Just as Logan was about to get up to knock some since into the teens (mostly Gambit) Storm placed her hand on his arm. Giving him a warm smile, she said, "Let them be Logan, they are having fun."

Right before he could reply "Fun my ass," he heard the boy from out side scream out, tackling his female companion to the ground. The moment they hit the ground, an explosion went off at the building across the street. Logan, Storm and the teens immediately jumped to their feet, running outside to see... a man with a crystal ball for a head?

"Like, who is this guy?" Kitty asked, more amused by the sight of him then anything. Though, her amusement was washed away with shock and horror by what she saw next. "Omg! Omg! Oh. Em. Gee!" She shrieked, "I am, like, not that fat!" She pointed to her doppelgänger in pure disgust.

"Well, at lest you're in the line up." Rogue scoffed, "'Em Ah not good enough to make a clone of?"

"Do we really need two of you?" Kurt mumbled under his breath, only to receive a jab (if it could be called that) to the ribs by his half-sister. That'll bruise in the morning.

"Children, focus!" Storm immediately took the role as leader, "Get as many people to safety as passable! Now!"

Without another word, the children took their places. Kurt—now Nightcrawler—disappearing with a bamf, went to teleporting civilians out of danger. Logan—now Wolverine—unleashed his claws, slicing at the Wolverine look-a-like. Kitty—now Shadowcat—(though no one has ever called her that) phased through her doppelgänger. It made a strange noise, its head spinning, before falling to its knees, completely shut down, a few sparks of electricity emitting from it.

"Robots!" Kitty exclaimed, "Guys, they're robots!" But her words were lost as the robo-Cyclops released his eye beams, causing rubble and debris to go crashing everywhere. Right there, in the middle of the street, Kitty spotted two figures in the middle of the street, a huge chunk of the cafe about to crush them. "Ohmigod! Jean!"

Jean Gray—now, er... Too Sexy For a Codename—looked over her shoulder and saw what Kitty was screaming about. Focusing her mind, she used her telekineses to stop the debris before it was able to crush the teens. Kitty, being the closest, ran over to the teens on the ground, only to gasp.

"Peter!"

*.*.*

Hearing his name being called, the young teen turned his head, eyes locking with—

"Kitty!" He shouted, feeling relief. "Man, am I glad to see you guys."

Squatting down to Peter's level, Kitty examined the read-head, "What happened?"

Looking down, Peter hadn't realized he still had his arms firmly wrapped around Mary Jane. "I-I don't know." He seemed uncharacteristically nervous; unsure of himself. Well, at least to Kitty. She's never seen him look like this. Given, she only ever saw him when he was in his mask, but she could still always hear confidence in his voice.

Hearing a bamf, and feeling a familiar gust of wind, Nightcrawler was beside them in a second.

"What's going on?" He asked, voice full of concern. They widened when they landed on the bleeding red-head. "Do you want me to take her to a hospital?"

Peter subconsciously tightened his hold around Mary Jane's waist. He tried to speak, but his throat was too dry, his voice only coming out in a crack. Had he not been so paranoid about his friends condition, he'd have been embarrassed. Why didn't he talk her out of coming hear? Why did he agree to this? He should've been fast enough! Why didn't he think for them to camp out somewhere far away from the building? This was all his fault!

Peter's heart stopped at this realization. No, he thought, Not Uncle Ben again...

He was brought back to the present when he saw Mary Jane move in his arms with arms. He was slightly relieved when he saw her bright green eyes stare up at him, though they were dilated and glazed with confusion.

Possible concussion, Peter thought.

"MJ?" Peter's voice was barely above a whisper, "Are you okay?"

"Mm'yeah, I'm fine! I just—" The red-head paused, eyeing her companions, before giving a classic fan girl shrike!

"It's the X-Men!" She pointed, "You're Nightcrawler! And you're Kitty!"

"It's Shadowcat..." Kitty mumbled to herself, while Kurt patted her back in mock sympathy.

"C'mon, we have to get out of hear!" Kurt said before teleporting the four of them to a roof top. Looking over, the teens noticed that more and more X-Men look-a-likes were emerging from the blown up theater. It was an army of robot X-Men!

"Like, what do we do?" Kitty looked over to Peter with a panic.

Of course, Peter knew that unless Spider-Man shows up, this fight could go on forever. Also, he couldn't just leave Mary-Jane! Not when she's hurt!

"Peter, how about you go and get help, while I go and take pictures?" Mary Jane offered.

Oh, well... problem solved.

"MJ, are you sure?" Asked Peter, still feeling a little uneasy.

"Of course." The red head smiled, letting him know that he can rest easy.

Standing to his feet, Peter looked to Kitty and Kurt, "Keep an eye on her." And with that, he took off.

*.*.*