I said there weren't enough Danny/Peter stories, this is true. By the time I'm done this series, there will be two more . As to twenty years being too long. No, I really don't think so. I'd say that ten years is far too short of a time for Danny to be gone as he's a king. He'd be involved in a lot of stuff. The only time he'd leave is if he had an heir or someone honourable enough to take his place. It's how I think he'd feel about his responsibilities anyway. Also, fifteen years doesn't really work with the whole K'un L'un ten year cycle, but thank you for the suggestion!

Think of it this way: By the time they're thirtyish they're going to be fully actualized heroes. Their personalities, powers and skills will be at their best. It's what's going to make their reunion so much more passionate, or at least, that's what I think. I do apologize if this isn't what you want… but this is the direction I want to take the story in.

This chapter is loosely based on another episode. You'll get it soon enough *grin*. Hope you have as much fun reading this one as I did writing it. Also, a bit of a crossover with X-Men Evolution. I haven't seen it in ages but I wanted the X-Men to mostly be teens like Spidey's team.

Same warnings you guys, boy on boy loving. M for Mature. Also, Tony isn't a paedophile, just putting that out there.

I own nothing.


Attraction


Peter curled tighter into his blankets as awareness slowly returned, revelling in how smooth they were. Aunt May must have switched our sheets accidentally again. Silk's nice and all but I'd rather not slip and slide trying to get in. He breathed a happy sigh, trying to sink deeper into the bed. It felt softer than normal too. Mornings have the power to make any bed impossible to leave.

His movement caused the arm around his waist to slip slightly and a yawn to filter into his brain.

Why is Danny here? He wondered. The blond hadn't spent the night since their impromptu trip to K'un L'un as Aunt May had grounded him for the last week. No cell phone, no TV, no video games, no friends over. He certainly didn't remember falling asleep next to his lover.

Lips were on his back, pressing light kisses down his neck and shoulders. He almost relaxed into the embrace… until he felt the tickle of facial hair.

But Danny doesn't have… He bolted upright, holding the sheet over his chest as he turned to look at the person invading his bed. Tony Stark looked back at him, eyebrow raised and chest bared completely. The Arc Reactor shone its usual pure blue light, illuminating the still somewhat dark room. A quick, completely involuntary glance further down showed he wasn't wearing underwear either.

"Morning sexy."

"Uh… what's going on?" Peter stammered out as he back-pedalled off the bed, feeling his heartbeat start to quicken. He hit the floor in a sprawl and got a good look at the room around him as he did.

This is NOT my room… How did I get into Tony Stark's bedroom? Oh man I'm never going to unsee that…

"Are you okay?" The billionaire leaned over the side of the bed, a playful smirk on his lips but some caution in his eyes. "You haven't been this skittish in a long time, Bruce."

"Bruce?" He blinked, bringing his hand up to feel stubble on his cheek and pulling it back as though burned. "I… uh…"

"Dr. Banner, I've started the water for your tea. You have an hour and a half to get to Midtown High." Jarvis interrupted his stammering speech.

"I'm thinking he really needs some caffeine instead Jarvis." Tony laughed at the stunned expression on his lover's face. He stood up and grasped Peter's hand to help him up, leading him through a door into a huge and opulent bathroom.

"Wait." Peter froze up, looking in the mirror. Dr. Banner looked back at him with wide brown eyes, jaw slack. Naked as the day he was born. He tried to school his face back into a normal expression, not really succeeding. "Uh… I… need to…"

"You okay Bruce?" Tony asked again, concern seeping into his voice. "Were you having a nightmare?" The 'again' went unspoken.

"No, I'm fine." Peter replied, running a hand through his hair, eyes catching himself in the mirror again. He shuddered and turned back to Tony.

"I just remembered…" He tried again, racking his brain for a plausible excuse. "I need to be at the school for an early study group." He hoped it didn't sound as forced as it felt. I SO suck at lying…

"Okay?" Tony crossed his arms, brow raised once more. "We gonna shower first or do you need to leave now?"

"Uh… definitely now." He replied with a gulp, backing out of the bathroom quickly. Oh man… this is so messed up. I can't seriously be in Dr. Banner's body. This has to be a dream…

"Doesn't that White Tiger kid have a really good sense of smell?" Tony leaned out of the bathroom with a leering smirk. "I don't think she'd appreciate smelling last night all over you."

Peter felt his face heat up instantly. She'd be pissy all day if I came to school smelling like sex again… Not that she'd know it was me… but I really don't need to broadcast Dr. Banner's sex life like that. Shit. I also don't need to have sex with Tony Stark in my science teacher's body. I can't even call this weird… this is bat shit insane…

"Fine." The teen scowled, crossing his arms. "But no touching. I… need to get to work." I hope that was enough... Even if I didn't have Danny… this would be wrong on SO many levels…

"If you say so." Tony rolled his eyes at him, disappearing back into the bathroom. "Haven't seen you blush like that in months. It's cute." Peter followed reluctantly and stripped out of his boxers before taking a calming breath and stepping into the spacious shower with the billionaire. Just… don't look. This won't be so hard… Ugh, horrible choice of words.

Peter got himself cleaned quickly and methodically, trying not to focus on anything. Tony was at least true to his word, not touching him once. That hadn't stopped him from leering at his body. No, this is Dr. Banner's body. Not mine. Tony Stark isn't a paedophile. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing the closest towel and quickly drying off before wrapping the towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom and to the closet.

"Sir, your closet is on the other side." The AI's polite voice chimed.

"Right." Peter blushed and crossed the room to the other closet, opening it up. I need to get to my body and fast. He picked an outfit he remembered the doctor wearing last week and put it on quickly. I'm just hoping that Dr. Banner is in my body and has the same idea to get to school as soon as possible.

"I've started the espresso machine, Sir. Will that be all?"

"Um… how do I get to work?" Where am I even? It's not like I can just walk if I'm in the Avenger's tower.

"Dr. Banner, I've scanned you for head injuries and found nothing. Are you sure you're well?" Even Jarvis almost sounded concerned.

Peter blinked. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just… really not awake yet."

"If you insist." The AI replied. "You usually take Mr. Stark's least overdone car. It is already in the private parking garage at the base of the tower."

"Right." He said again. "Thanks." At least I know I'm at the tower. And I get to drive a sweet car!

The thought buoyed his steps all the way to the kitchen and then down to the parking garage. He knew he was geeking out at the all the awesome things in the tower and he didn't care. Everything is so awesome!


The second he parked the car at the school, he saw his own body racing over. He popped the passenger door and waited for his body to get in and close the door.

"Peter, please tell me that's you." His own voice sounded odd to his ears.

"Yeah, it's me." He sighed in relief. "Wanna take a bet as to who had the most awkward morning? And do you know what the hell is going on?"

"I have no idea. I don't remember much from yesterday…" The man replied, crossing his body's arms. "So, what happened?"

"Fended off a horny Tony Stark and had a shower, that's all. I promise I didn't look at anything!" The teen babbled quickly with his hands up in surrender. "Oh, and both he and Jarvis might think you've got a concussion… or something."

"Calm down." Bruce cautioned him gently, rolling his eyes. "You can't let my heart rate get too high."

"Why not?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "Is that a trigger for the Hulk?"

The man sighed but nodded. "It makes it much harder to control him… and whatever you do, don't get angry. I've learned to work with the other guy over years of practice… you have no idea what you're in for if you let him out. This is a very serious situation."

"How bad could he be? I mean, you? Er… you're a hero!"

"I wasn't always." The man looked away, a wry smile on his face. "I broke Harlem back in 1950. A lot more people have been hurt by the other guy."

"Wait, the Harlem Incident was you? That's written about in text books! Though they don't exactly say it was Hulk." Peter goggled for a moment but sobered quickly. "I can see why you'd want to stay on the move in third world countries then. Don't worry. I'll be careful."

"I know." Bruce frowned. "But more importantly… we need to figure out what the hell is going on. Come on, SHIELD has some specialty equipment in the Science lab." He opened the door and got out, waiting for his own body to follow.


"Well… it seems our alpha brain waves have been altered. Or switched. That would make more sense." Bruce frowned at the readings on the screen.

"Switch? That rings a bell…" He frowned in concentration. "Oh no. Mesmero." Peter smacked his hand into his face and groaned. "He's a mutant with mind powers." I should have thought of that before… what with the Wolverine incident and all. Duh… why didn't I think of that right away? "I've had some… experience with this… and somehow completely forgot until now."

"That would be a hallmark of a telepathic villain, yes. Who'd you get switched with?" His face smirked at him.

"Wolverine. It was the grossest and weirdest thing I've ever done. I refuse to say anything else." Peter shuddered. "But we only found Mesmero again because he was being held on the SHIELD Helicarrier…" He grabbed at his wrist and pulled the communicator off to fiddle with it. A projected image of Mesmero shone in blue light. The words beneath it labelled him as escaped.

"It looks like we'll be paying Professor Xavier a visit after school. He's the best bet to find a telepathic mutant who doesn't want to be found." The man sighed. "For now, we just have to go through our day as normally as possible."

"What am I supposed to do?" Peter whined. "I don't know how to teach!"

"Here, look at my notes and do your best. You're a tutor… just tutor them." He shrugged. "You know your sciences well enough I'm not worried… just don't do anything weird."

"That goes double for you." Peter stuck Bruce's tongue out. "You have to tell Danny you're getting a cold. That should get everyone to stay pretty far back. Last time I got them sick they were down for a week each."

"Good enough I guess…" He was about to continue when the bell suddenly rang. "Don't think you're getting out of today's test. You can take it with the rest of the class."

"I'm sorry, what was that? I could have sworn you were telling me what to do…" He grinned at the man in his body and waved at the students arriving through the door behind him.

Bruce scowled at him but ended up smirking as well, speaking quietly as he turned to sit at his desk. "Don't worry; we'll switch back soon enough. Have your fun while you can."

Peter gulped; suddenly worried he'd just played with fire.


"So… how was your day?" Peter asked Bruce cajolingly as the man walked up to the car. "Bet you haven't had this much fun since your own high school days." He leaned back against the car.

"I think I'll be giving Mr. Thompson some detention time for the harassment he put me through just now. No other problems." His sour look deepened. "Over fifty years have gone by and high school hasn't changed. I don't think he'll be bothering you again at any rate." He shrugged and then motioned for the teen in his body to move from the door. "Get in the passenger's seat. It's bad enough you drove all the way here…"

"Oh man… what did you do?" Peter whined, not moving.

"He grabbed your ass and asked if you wanted a cock sandwich. There was also this really annoying buzzing at the back of your head. Does that happen often?"

"He's so inventive today isn't he?" Peter rubbed at his temples tiredly. "Yeah, that annoying buzzing keeps me alive actually. It's my spider-sense."

"Sure made that situation awkward. I almost decked him in the face at your full strength, ended up pulling back just enough that he only got knocked back a few feet. He's gonna have a bruise tomorrow.

"He just let you walk away?" Peter sounded shocked.

"No, he's upside down in a locker." Bruce replied innocently.

"What? Why did you do that?" The teen groaned.

"Actually, Mr. Cage did it. He was right there. Said he could take out the trash." He looked away with a blush. "And your Mr. Rand ambushed me with a PDA. I swear I broke it off as fast as I could."

Peter gaped. "You kissed my boyfriend!"

"Your spider-sense didn't warn me! That kid is fast!" The man raised his hands in surrender.

"He really is isn't he? Spider-sense hasn't worked on him for anything but all out training…" Peter grumbled and crossed his arms with a pout. "Well, we're even I guess. An eyeful of Stark's morning wood will forever be scorched into my brain."

"You did not just…" Bruce gaped, aghast. He shook Peter's head and took a breath. "Okay, let's both forget any of this happened the second we switch back."

"Agreed. So… do you have a license?" The teen grinned unrepentantly at his own body.

The man scowled back at him. "Technically you don't have a license either. It expired a long time ago."

"Oh. Well." Peter rolled his eyes. "You still need to get my body into my costume."

"Really? Fine. Just don't touch any unfamiliar buttons. I have no clue half the things Tony has done to this car." The man sighed but got into the back seat while Peter sat his body in the driver's seat. "Now, we need to make the trip to Xavier's school. Do you have an excuse for your aunt?"

"I'm looking at it." He replied seriously. "I'm technically still grounded… That means no phone so you're going to have to call her and tell her you need me today at Stark labs. Or I guess I will."

"Grounded? I thought you were the model student." The man shook his head.

"Yeah well… I kind of disappeared to Tibet for most of a day and got back way late into the night." Peter frowned. "She waited up all night for me, worried."

"Does SHIELD normally allow you to be away for so long?" He sounded annoyed.

"Uh… it wasn't a SHIELD mission. I visited a mystical realm to save my boyfriend from a crazy ninja and ended up beating him in a magical foot race on a sacred mountain to make Danny king." Peter replied nonchalantly, looking over with a smirk. He watched his own brow arch slowly. Well, it's all true.

"Right…" His eyes rolled.

"Seriously, ask Danny." He replied innocently.

Bruce just snorted softly and reached to touch a panel on the car's console. It lit up with the traditional phone display and he gestured for Peter to dial. The teen complied silently, wishing he didn't have to lie to his aunt.

"Hello?" Aunt May's voice came through the car speakers.

"Hey Aunt May, I'm calling from Dr. Banner's car."

"Oh, hey Peter!" She greeted back, sounding a little busy.

"I know I'm grounded but I'm needed at Stark Labs… for some crucial work. Dr. Banner can vouch for me."

"Is this really important Dr. Banner?" May asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Parker. We were doing work last week that finally matured enough to use." Peter thought back to what they were actually waiting on back at the lab. At least wasn't a complete lie this way… "It needs to be worked on now or we'll lose viability. It's not essential that he be there but it would be a valuable learning experience."

"Well, how can I say no to that?" She replied. "Thank you both for asking."

"Thanks Aunt May, I'll be home as soon as I can. I'll probably miss dinner though."

"Alright. Love you Peter!"

"You too, Aunt May."

The line went silent.

"Let's just get this over with. The less I have to lie to Aunt May the better."

Bruce nodded Peter's head with emphatic agreement as the teen started the car. He picked up Peter's backpack and pulled out the costume. He felt the buzzing at the back of his head again and looked around, catching a glimpse of the blond who had kissed him just half an hour ago as they peeled out of the parking lot. He looked confused.

"Uh… Parker? Your boyfriend saw me."

"Oh man…" Peter whined. "I'm going to have to tell him you know…"

"Yeah…" Bruce shrugged. "Go ahead. I don't think I need to stress Tony out with any unexplainable science right now. He'll go for days without sleep until he proves himself right."

"Genius problems. Am I right?" Peter snickered.

The man just rolled his eyes and continued to pull on the costume as discretely as possible.


"Wow. This place is huge!" Peter exclaimed, jaw gaping as he drove. They had just passed through the front gates and were looking for the visitor parking.

"Yeah. Enough gawking. I've been here before and I don't gawk." The man sounded worried. "There's going to be a lot of mutants here. I don't think you have a problem with them or anything… but they're teenagers like you. Always something exploding somewhere. Keep my heart rate as even as you can."

"Come on, how much trouble could a school full of super powered kids be?" He grinned. "I get it. I'll be careful. Turning green would be a very bad idea."

"That is understating the situation so very, very much." Bruce sighed but got out of the car and Peter did the same.

By the time they got to the front door, a woman with white hair and dark skin had come out to greet them. She was finely dressed and accompanied by a very familiar man usually in yellow and black spandex. His leather jacket and jeans looked almost out of place.

"Oh man… Not Wolverine…" Peter whined softly as they approached. Bruce chuckled humourlessly but trudged forward anyway.

"Dr. Banner, how lovely to see you again. To what do we owe the pleasure?" The woman asked.

"And what the hell are you doing here kid?" Wolverine narrowed his eyes.

"I thought I smelled something…" Peter jabbed back, earning a shocked look from both the woman and the man inside his body and a growl from Wolverine. "I mean…"

Bruce shot him a warning glance and turned to face the woman.

"Ms. Monroe, we have a rather special problem that we need Xavier's help with. It involves Mesmero."

She blinked at him before nodding and motioning for them to follow. After the information was processed by Logan, he laughed raucously at them.

"Got yourself switched again didn't you." He looked Bruce's body in the eye. "Kid."

"Oh go ahead. Laugh. At least he smells a million times better than you did." The teen grumbled sulkily.

"Logan, it would not be wise to antagonize Dr. Banner in any situation, this one least of all." Aurora placed her hand gently on the man's arm. He sighed and crossed his arms.

"Fine. Let's just get you to the Professor. He'll know how to fix you."


As it turned out, he didn't.

"I am sorry Doctor, Mr. Parker, but I can't fix your problem. It has to be Mesmero who reverses it. Should I attempt it, the results could be less than ideal." Xavier apologized, moving around the desk in his chair. "I can help you locate and apprehend him however. I just need a bit of time."

"We have no problems waiting for you to find him Professor." Bruce replied. "We can't go back until this is fixed anyway."

"Yes, it would also be best to fix this before the personality bleed starts taking effect."

"The what now?" Peter blurted out.

"The longer you stay in each other's bodies, the more your personalities will change. It's a side effect of a hurried or careless switch." The professor explained. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go and get started with Cerebro. The students should all be eating now."

"Thank you for your help Professor." Bruce smiled.

"Thanks! Man, I am starving!" Peter patted Bruce's grumbling stomach as they walked out of the room.


They walked into the kitchen with Logan and several heads that had been bent in their task of eating came up to watch the newcomers.

"Hey Logan, is that Spider-Man?" A red head with a southern drawl asked, looking over the two with interest.

"They ain't stayin' long. Play nice." The man replied gruffly and left.

"Spider-Man?" An excited German kid jumped up from his meal. "I'm totally your biggest fan! Does this mean you're a mutant?"

"Thanks… Sort of, for both of us I guess." Bruce shrugged. "Neither of us is in a position to use our abilities though. That's why we're here. The Professor is helping us."

"How can you be sort of a mutant?" A teen with red sunglasses asked sarcastically.

"We mutated our own bodies mostly by accident. It wasn't natural. Dr. Banner here has a theory about our methods activating the X-gene but it hasn't been proven yet." The scientist replied honestly. "But I can assure you, we both face a lot of ridicule on a daily basis for using our abilities."

Yeah, no kidding. JJJ really needs a gag most days. Peter thought uncharitably.

"So you're both heroes then." A pretty red head said. She was sitting next to the red sunglasses guy.

"You could say that…" Peter hedged awkwardly before changing the subject. "So, the Professor said we could eat here?"

"Help yourselves. There's plenty left on the stove." The Texan pointed over the island counter and went back to her meal.

"Thanks!" Peter quickly found a bowl and filled it before digging right in. He had no clue how Bruce lived with being so hungry so often. He felt starved.

"So, what are your talents?" He asked in between bites.

A small puff of smoke erased the German kid who instantly appeared attached the ceiling. The teen grinned down at them. "I'm the Nightcrawler!"

"Cool…" Peter grinned back.

"Has anyone seen my iPod?" A girl's voice came from beneath them. They looked down to see a head looking up at them from the floor.

Peter literally jumped into his own arms in fright.

"Cool but creepy!" He glared down at the now sheepish girl's head as he disentangled himself from his body.

"Sorry, we don't usually have guests." She rose from the floor completely and smiled apologetically. "I'm Kitty. Or Shadowcat."

"That would be so useful." Peter sighed dramatically. "No more going splat on walls!"

Bruce rolled his eyes.

"I'm Jean." The red head spoke up. "Telepathic and telekinetic." The bowls on the table all floated for a moment before touching down perfectly.

"Cyclops." The red sunglasses kid said as he tapped his glasses.

"You only have one eye?" Peter blurted out.

"What? No, I have an ocular beam that could blow this room apart in seconds. The glasses keep everyone safe from me." He replied moodily.

"Oh, cool!"

"I'm Rogue." The Texan went last. She didn't look at them. "Don't touch me and you don't have to worry about my power."

"Ah… okay." Peter backed off instantly, understanding immediately. She was probably considered a harmful talent. It wasn't something he wanted to bring up.

"So, what do you guys do for fun around here?" Bruce changed the subject quickly.

"You guys up for the Danger room?" Kitty grinned from her perch on the counter. "Logan said he was going to be warming it up for us."

"Uh… that might not be such a good idea…" Bruce hedged lightly but got dragged off with Peter none the less.

"You guys can watch at least!" Kurt grinned and touched both of their shoulders before phasing out of existence.


Argh, sorry guys! Here's about 4000 words to make up. I had a rather crazy couple weeks and a lot of travelling. I'll be away all weekend again but hopefully able to work a bit on the next chapter. I've been working on the next story while in the car on my phone so it's coming along as well.

Deadpool is probably going to be in the next chapter *grin*. Any ideas for silly lines for him? He's going to be a wild ride to write.