Logan growled and coughed as he rolled out of bed. Sure, he had a mutant healing factor, but stuff still hurt. And that werewolf sure didn't pull any punches last night. Hell, he might not have had it in him to beat Jameson until he hurt Kitty. Leaning over the bathroom sink, Logan shook his head clear of all that sappy stuff. But it was no use, as the next thing he knew he was halfway to Kitty and Rogue's room to check on them.
He saw Scott poking his head into Jean's room, and felt slightly better about not being the only guy in the house that cared about people. With a sniff and a snort he passed Peter's room. He'd love to go one-on-one with Spider-Man, really see who the better man was, and in the back of his mind he knew that someday it would happen. Putting an ear to the door, he could tell by the breathing of both girls that they were sound asleep.
Sniffing around a bit more, he smelled 'Ro not too far away. Sure enough, when he passed by the room where all her plants were, she was sitting right by the window looking out at the sunrise. Logan didn't expect to see her up at this hour on a weekend, especially after she got the crap kicked out of her by Jameson. "You OK?" He asked, stepping inside. "I've been better," she replied, still looking out the window, "And you? I understand you took quite a beating last night."
"Don't make it sound like I won or anything," he fired back.
"There isn't always a winner."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you weren't fighting the enemy to begin with," Peter interrupted. Logan spun around and felt like putting his lights out right there. "As nice as that sounds, your pal wrecked my house. Hurt my friends. That makes him MY enemy. Maybe it's a wolf thing. Bug like you wouldn't get it."
Peter snapped his fingers and slapped his forehead. "Now I remember you," he joked, "You're the guy from National Geographic! 'Aggressive Behavior of the Fight-Picking Bonehead,' right? Seen it a million times!" Logan stepped up nose to nose with Peter. The tense moment was quickly diffused as Storm made it rain on both of their heads.
"How is everyone?" Professor Xavier asked at breakfast. Scott was a little sore but otherwise OK, Alex had a few bruises and cuts, Rogue had a concussion and was in a worse mood than usual. When Jean came to, she was just fine, except for a headache that only really bothered her when she tried to use her powers. Ororo's injuries were numerous but not serious, ane even Logan was feeling a little stiff. Peter had been knocked around a bit, but his worst injury of the night actually came from Wolverine.
Kurt and Evan, who weren't hurt but had exhausted their powers, were the last to wake up. Kitty was sporting a bandage on her arm and couldn't really move it that well. John Jameson was in the worst shape of all, being that he was on the shelf even before he transformed into a werewolf. Xavier had a feeling that if he had been 100%, his X-Men would have been hurt much worse.
After everyone had been awake for a few hours, Jean discovered that they were out of Advil and Scott offered to drive her to the drug store. Evan and Rogue went with them. Nobody really noticed how long they'd been gone for until it was almost dinner. "Maybe Scott finally asked her out and they went to see a movie," Alex offered. About a half hour later, the phone rang.
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Professor...Xavier?"
"Who is this?"
"Just checking. That's the name your kid keeps screaming."
"What have you done to them."
"Take it easy, Prof, they're OK. Well...three out of four ain't bad."
With that, Venom hung up. The rest of the team was assembled immediately. The Professor laid the bad news on them. Three out of four ain't bad. Didn't sound too good, Peter said to himself as he had a flashback. "You were going to call me MJ. I know, it's the red hair, right?"
"Son of a...he's got Jean," Peter said through clenched teeth. Two days back on Earth and Venom was already back to kidnapping the redhead. "Vhat's the plan?" Kurt asked. "Do ya really have to ask?" Logan replied, grabbing the Nightcrawler costume off the couch and tossing it in his face.
"Summers?" Fred Dukes asked, kicking the mass of white sticky stuff on the floor. It had red sunglasses on...it had to be him. "Woah, that is Summers," Lance gasped, "What do you think happened to him?" Pietro took a look at what was left of Cyclops from one angle, stroked his chin, then zoomed around and looked from another angle. "Offhand, I'd say either Spider-Man or Venom," he concluded, being a New Yorker himself.
"--Woah," he continued, realizing what he just said, "Spider-Man is here! HERE! In Bayville!"
"Snap out of it, man, we're the bad guys."
"That's it! If we fight Spider-Man, we officially get upgraded from bad guys to...supervillains!"
"Hey, that sounds pretty cool."
"Let's go get a promotion!" The misguided Blob cried, throwing his fist in the air.
He saw Scott poking his head into Jean's room, and felt slightly better about not being the only guy in the house that cared about people. With a sniff and a snort he passed Peter's room. He'd love to go one-on-one with Spider-Man, really see who the better man was, and in the back of his mind he knew that someday it would happen. Putting an ear to the door, he could tell by the breathing of both girls that they were sound asleep.
Sniffing around a bit more, he smelled 'Ro not too far away. Sure enough, when he passed by the room where all her plants were, she was sitting right by the window looking out at the sunrise. Logan didn't expect to see her up at this hour on a weekend, especially after she got the crap kicked out of her by Jameson. "You OK?" He asked, stepping inside. "I've been better," she replied, still looking out the window, "And you? I understand you took quite a beating last night."
"Don't make it sound like I won or anything," he fired back.
"There isn't always a winner."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you weren't fighting the enemy to begin with," Peter interrupted. Logan spun around and felt like putting his lights out right there. "As nice as that sounds, your pal wrecked my house. Hurt my friends. That makes him MY enemy. Maybe it's a wolf thing. Bug like you wouldn't get it."
Peter snapped his fingers and slapped his forehead. "Now I remember you," he joked, "You're the guy from National Geographic! 'Aggressive Behavior of the Fight-Picking Bonehead,' right? Seen it a million times!" Logan stepped up nose to nose with Peter. The tense moment was quickly diffused as Storm made it rain on both of their heads.
"How is everyone?" Professor Xavier asked at breakfast. Scott was a little sore but otherwise OK, Alex had a few bruises and cuts, Rogue had a concussion and was in a worse mood than usual. When Jean came to, she was just fine, except for a headache that only really bothered her when she tried to use her powers. Ororo's injuries were numerous but not serious, ane even Logan was feeling a little stiff. Peter had been knocked around a bit, but his worst injury of the night actually came from Wolverine.
Kurt and Evan, who weren't hurt but had exhausted their powers, were the last to wake up. Kitty was sporting a bandage on her arm and couldn't really move it that well. John Jameson was in the worst shape of all, being that he was on the shelf even before he transformed into a werewolf. Xavier had a feeling that if he had been 100%, his X-Men would have been hurt much worse.
After everyone had been awake for a few hours, Jean discovered that they were out of Advil and Scott offered to drive her to the drug store. Evan and Rogue went with them. Nobody really noticed how long they'd been gone for until it was almost dinner. "Maybe Scott finally asked her out and they went to see a movie," Alex offered. About a half hour later, the phone rang.
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Professor...Xavier?"
"Who is this?"
"Just checking. That's the name your kid keeps screaming."
"What have you done to them."
"Take it easy, Prof, they're OK. Well...three out of four ain't bad."
With that, Venom hung up. The rest of the team was assembled immediately. The Professor laid the bad news on them. Three out of four ain't bad. Didn't sound too good, Peter said to himself as he had a flashback. "You were going to call me MJ. I know, it's the red hair, right?"
"Son of a...he's got Jean," Peter said through clenched teeth. Two days back on Earth and Venom was already back to kidnapping the redhead. "Vhat's the plan?" Kurt asked. "Do ya really have to ask?" Logan replied, grabbing the Nightcrawler costume off the couch and tossing it in his face.
"Summers?" Fred Dukes asked, kicking the mass of white sticky stuff on the floor. It had red sunglasses on...it had to be him. "Woah, that is Summers," Lance gasped, "What do you think happened to him?" Pietro took a look at what was left of Cyclops from one angle, stroked his chin, then zoomed around and looked from another angle. "Offhand, I'd say either Spider-Man or Venom," he concluded, being a New Yorker himself.
"--Woah," he continued, realizing what he just said, "Spider-Man is here! HERE! In Bayville!"
"Snap out of it, man, we're the bad guys."
"That's it! If we fight Spider-Man, we officially get upgraded from bad guys to...supervillains!"
"Hey, that sounds pretty cool."
"Let's go get a promotion!" The misguided Blob cried, throwing his fist in the air.
