The Spider and the Wolferette
Author's note: Yeah, ummm, you can all shout at me for pretty much leaving you at another cliffhanger. I haven't updated since school started. Also, my laptop was broken, and I had to repair it, and even though I managed to salvage all the chapters I've made, I kinda lost track of the story, had a HUGE writer's block, and school. I know, this explanation/attempt to apologize is used by TONS of other writers, but it's the truth. Plus, my friend from school has been telling me to update the story, telling me it's not fair for the readers to wait so long just because I had a writer's block.
So, after this chapter, I'm not going to leave you at a cliffhanger, because I know I'm not going to be able to update as fast as other writers. You might even forget all about this story already. Today, you're probably going, "What is this story? I don't remember following it". Well, that would be my fault, and I apologize.
God, I sounded so mature for a 14 year old.
Ch. 7: Moving
-THE NEXT DAY-
Peter lay in bed, thinking about his recent decisions. He decided to join the X-Men knowing he'll have little to no time for his personal life, he told Aunt May that he was Spider-Man, also knowing of the consequences that is gonna come, and many more that is not going to have a happy ending.
Yep, that's the life of Peter Parker recently.
Also, let's not forget that Osborn is in Canada with a sample of his blood doing who-knows-what. For all he knew, he could be making another clone of him.
He looked at the clock. He had decided to sleep in today, so it is not a surprise that the hour hand is pointing at 11. He had his stuff packed in a suitcase near his bed, he took a shower, now all he needed to do was wait for Logan and Xavier to come pick him up.
But then, he remembered that he hadn't talked to his aunt today. And if he didn't do it now, he'll have to wait until Christmas to talk to her again.
'Better now than never', he thought, and stood up off his bed to head downstairs where he saw his aunt sitting on a chair reading the Daily Bugle. He could see the front page.
SPIDER-MAN TERRORIZES TOWN WITH DOC OCK.
'Typical JJ', he thought. 'Wonder if I got a shot of Ock's new hairstyle … yep, there it is', he thought, smiling to himself.
"Hey, Aunt May", he said. "How are you?".
Aunt May looked up at his nephew, the boy she helped raise since he was a little kid, and smiled. "Very good, considering the fact that I found out my nephew is a vigilante that goes out every night in a skintight spandex suit just yesterday, thank you very much", she said, sipping her cup of coffee.
Peter chuckled, moving to sit next to her. "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I would've, but there were some … things that keeps getting on the way. Like the fact that there are like fifty super villains that could hurt you".
"Oh, you know I can take care of myself. Besides, at least you told me that you were Spider-Man yourself. It was much better than me finding you knocked out on the floor or something like that".
Peter chuckled nervously, remembering the many times it had come so close to that certain scenario happening. "Yep, it's definitely much better this way".
"So, when are you leaving?", she said.
"Lunch. Logan wants more pies, apparently. Heh, even the Wolverine can't resist your pies", he said, amused.
Aunt May didn't say anything. Peter noticed that she doesn't look too whelmed (I LOVE YOUNG JUSTICE! It was an asterous TV show! So, of course, canceled. Like many other great TV shows. At least there's still Arrow), so he squeezed her hand, and said, "What's wrong, Aunt May?".
Aunt May looked at him. Tears were in her eyes, but she said, "Nothing", while shaking her head.
Peter sighed. "Is it just me, or is everyone in the Parker family a really bad liar?", he said softly. "Come on, Aunt May. Tell me. Was it something I did?", he asked.
Aunt May looked shocked. "What? No, no, it wasn't you, Peter. Why would you think that?".
"Well ,I just assumed it was me", he said.
"No, Peter. It's just, all this, finding out you were Spider-Man and all that. It's just a lot to take in", she said.
"Yeah. But that's not it. Right? It's something else", he stated.
Aunt May took a deep breath. "It's just, you were Spider-Man for a year, doing things that could get you killed, things that people your age should never do. And I was completely oblivious to that. I wasn't there for you. It just made feel like I'm useless. Like I'm not doing enough", she said, her voice cracking. "Like I'm not a good enough parent".
"No", he said.
"What?", asked Aunt May, surprised at the harshness in his voice.
"No, you're wrong. Don't you dare say that again. Don't even think about that", he said rather harshly. "Do you know how I survive this long? How I don't get killed?", he asked. "I think about the people I love", he said, taking her hands in his. "I think about Harry and MJ. I think about you. I think about all of you, and I say to myself, 'You will not give up. You will win this fight and see all the people you love. You will make sure they're happy, make sure they are safe. If you die now, who will protect them?', and I get up and I would stare death in the face if it meant seeing all of you again", he said. "Don't ever think that you're a bad parent. Don't ever think that you weren't there for me every time I fight. Because you're the one that gave me the motivation to fight".
After his little speech, Aunt May looked at the boy in front of her, seeing the maturity in his eyes that shouldn't ever be in a sixteen year old.
"You're right. Yes, you're right", she smiled at him, tears still in her eyes. "I guess I just have to accept the fact that you're growing up", she said. "I guess I'm just afraid that you'll forget about me", that was the breaking point. Tears flowed down her eyes in waves. Peter pulled her in for a hug (Got that from Man of Steel).
"Oh, Aunt May. I'll never forget you. You raised me. You fed me. You taught me. You did so much for me, much more than anyone in my life ever had. You're the best mom I've ever had. Ever since mom and dad died, you're the one that would help me with the nightmares. Ever since Uncle Ben died, I was too blinded by rage to see that you needed help, and I let you suffer alone. If anything, I was the bad son", he said.
"No, no, you're not. Peter, you are the best parts of your father, mother and your uncle, all combined into one great individual. That's you", she said (I think I may have stolen that line from an Ultimate Spider-Man comic. The Death of Spider-Man one, maybe. I'm not certain, but if you recognize that line, please ignore the feeling and continue reading).
Peter smiled. "Thanks, Aunt May. Now that we had that out of the way, let's talk about something else. Something that wont make either of us cry", he said, pulling away.
Aunt May laughed, and playfully slapped his arm. "Oh, you. Do you always ruin the mood with your girlfriends like this?", she asked in good humor.
Peter laughed, "Maybe. I'm not sure, you'll have to ask them. I only had two. Now, we have about thirty minutes until Logan and the Professor arrives. You made lunch, right?". She nodded. "Great, let's talk". (I'm not good with touchy moments and stuff like that, am I? All these just seems so cheesy).
-WEAPON X FACILITY, CANADA-
"Here you go, Mr. Osborn", said the scientist, giving Norman Osborn five vials full of the 'trigger-sense'. Osborn took them, eyes wide.
"Five? I gave you a tiny vial of blood and you gave me five in return?", Osborn asked, taking them.
"Yes. Aren't you glad you let us make the tox- I mean, poison, now? If your scientists did it, you probably would get only half a vial", the scientist said, a smug look on his face.
Osborn rolled his eyes. "Yes, sure, now can I go back?".
"Of course, Mr. Osborn. You may leave at anytime you like", said a voice. Turning around, Osborn found out it belonged to Malcolm Colcord. "I hope your not tired? You did stay up all night".
"I'm not!", Osborn snarled. "I'm going to leave now, if you don't mind", he said, carefully putting the vials in his business bag. "Excuse me, gentlemen".
Osborn left, wanting to go to the airport to go back to his own country. But then, he remembered that the Weapon X facility is in the Middle of Nowhere, Canada. Wordlessly, he turned around to see Colcord smirking at him.
Osborn sighed, and said, "Do you have a car I can borrow? And preferably a map?".
Colcord just turned around and walked away, saying, "Follow me. We have a helicopter".
-WITH THE PARKERS-
Ding dong, the doorbell rang.
'Oh, boy. Here comes the cavalry', thought Peter, imagining Professor Xavier on a horse instead of a wheelchair, then quickly throwing it out of his head, remembering that the Professor can read minds.
Standing up, he walked to the door and peered through the eye-hole, and sure enough, there was Logan and Professor Xavier in their usual clothes.
Hesitantly, he opened the door. "Hey, guys. How are you gentlemen doing on this fine day?", he asked.
The Professor smiled and said, "I'm fine, thank you, Peter. How are you?".
"Fine. Come in, lunch is ready", Peter said. "Oh, and Aunt May made a bunch of pies, Logan. Feel free to inhale them", he added.
Logan smirked. "Outta the way, bub", he said, shoving Peter away from the door. "I'm the best there is at what I do, and what I do is devouring delicious pies", he muttered while rubbing his hands together.
Peter and Xavier laughed, and then joined him for lunch.
-AFTER LUNCH (can't think of a good lunch scene)-
"That was delicious, Mrs. Parker. Thank you for the excellent lunch", Xavier smiled. "Now, Peter, are you ready?)
"Yeah, wait a moment. I'll take my suitcase first. Mind helping me Logan?".
Logan grumbled something that sounded like 'Yeah, sure', and walked inside. Peter lead him to his room, and pointed to a red and blue suitcase near the foot of his bed.
"There, c'mon. Help me pick it up", Peter said.
"Why do you need my help? You've got freakin' super strength", he asked.
Peter nodded, "Yeah, I know. I want to talk. Do you think I'm making the right choice? You know, joining the X-Men and all that. I'm second guessing myself here".
Logan nodded in understanding. "Ya know, I was actually worried that you weren't second guessing yourself. Good to know you're still human".
Peter scowled. "So...", he trailed off.
"So, it's up to you now. It's your life, bub. Do you think it's a good idea to put so much stress in yourself?".
Peter frowned. "I'm just worried, that's all. Like, what if there's an all out war between the X-Men and the Avengers or something? That would put loyalty on the line, if I'm in both team", he said.
"Well, you won't be alone then, bub", Logan said. "Now, c'mon, let's get this thing downstairs", he said, gesturing to the red and blue suitcase. "And you need a new color theme. Try black", he said, grinning.
"Oh, I really want to throw you off a tower right now (I heard that happened once. Is it true?)", Peter said, remembering all the bad things that happened to him in a certain black suit.
Logan laughed and walked over to the suitcase, and hauled it up with one hand.
"Meh, I can do that", Peter said.
-DOWNSTAIRS-
Aunt May and Xavier were talking about something when Logan and Peter came down the stairs, each holding one end of the suitcase. Aunt May and the Professor looked up.
"Well, here it is!", Peter said. "Are you guys ready?"
"I am. Let's go", Logan said.
Peter walked to the front door, dragging his suitcase, got out the door and to the car, with Aunt May following him. "Thanks for everything, Aunt May. Can you guys open the door?".
Logan walked over and took out the keys. After putting his suitcase in the car, he gave his aunt a tight hug, not strong enough to break her spine, but strong enough to squeeze the air out of her.
"See you next time, Aunt May", he said, releasing her, and got inside the car.
Professor Xavier approached her, saying "We'll take good care of him, Mrs. Parker. Good day", and rolled into the car, helped by Logan. He got in last, as he is driving, and started the engine. Peter waved at his aunt, knowing he won't see her for a long time, and then the car left Queens, toward Bayville, where his future is waiting for him.
Well, that should be good enough. I know, it's not as long as the other chapters, but I just started this after 2 months. That ending isn't cliffhanger-y, so it should be good enough for a couple of weeks, right? It may not be, but this is the best that I can give you right now. Prepare yourself for another long wait, and I'm sorry for the previous wait. I think stuff like these are called hiatus. Hell, what is hiatus? Can someone explain to me what that is? That would be highly appreciated.
Also, I've started buying comic books. I found a store, after 3 years living in Hong Kong, I've finally found a comic book store. I've bought "Spider-Island", "Scarlet Spider: Life After Death" and "Avengers VS X-Men". Can you guys recommend some good stories? Thanks, please review, and I give you my full permission to get super angry at me for not updating for so long.
