Shout outs:
SickmindedSucker: I understand what you mean. Jean is hated a lot in fics and all, and if you've never liked her in anything, well then I guess you just don't like her. But maybe you'll like "Symbiote Jean"? And Warren and Remy are in this chapter towards the end as well. Glad you're liking the story.
Agent-G: Yep, it's Polaris and Wanda. And I agree with the whole untrustworthy thing with Wanda, but just remember how she was manipulated before, by her father, into liking him. Mystique has lots of connections, and let's just say she's "convinced" Wanda to join her. And "Symbiote Jean" is up to something. But I'm not sure yet if her Phoenix powers will be involved any at all though.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution.
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"Well, it's nice to see that you are finally awake, Mr. Parker." A voice stated kindly, as Peter opened his eyes and awakened from his much need slumber. He sat up and yawned abruptly, then immediately placed his hands over his mouth with a sheepish grin.
"Good morning to you too, Dr. McCoy. So, what's my condition?" Peter asked with a smirk, sitting up a little more.
"Well, you seem to be doing fine, and your rest should give you a little more energy. Whether it's a good thing or not, I'd have to say you beat out Lance, Sam, and Bobby in stitches. A guess that gives you bragging rights."
Peter shrugged and found some of his stitches that showed up around his upper body.
"Twenty-one, I believe. Thankfully, most of your cuts were not all deep enough for stitches. However, that still means I want you to take it easy, Peter. Just stay around the house and relax. Maybe talk to the Professor. I think he wants to discuss with you about the current situation. That being the whole, um, Symbiote I believe, situation, as well as your current stay here."
Nodding meekly, Peter moved off his bed and stretched a bit. He immediately felt how cold it had gotten, and then noticed he had no shirt. Goose bumps had already appeared along his upper body, and a slight shiver overcame him. Dr. McCoy opened his mouth, but Peter already knew what he was going to say.
"Don't worry, I'm going to put something on. And I will relax."
Dr. McCoy sighed and nodded with a slight smirk, and then continued to check on the rest of his patients. Peter scanned the infirmary and found that only two others were in the room. Oddly, he didn't recognize them as any of the X-men, but he was sure they had a reason to be under Dr. McCoy's care. So, Peter continued out of the room.
He took his time as he moved into the elevator and waited as it dropped him off on the second floor. With another yawn, he continued his short trek to his room, stopping at the door to recover from another yawn.
"Boy, do I have to catch some more "Z's" if I want to keep up with this place." He remarked to himself and opened his door.
The room was empty, as Peter didn't share a room like most of the others. However, it was a guest room, so Peter hadn't expected one. It still made him feel like he was only staying at the mansion shortly. He didn't want it to be like that, but there was so much going on.
Peter sighed and closed his door slowly, gazing at his clock that read three o'clock in the morning. Having not realized he was up so earlier, Peter felt the urge to just plop on his bed and sleep again.
Instead, he moved toward his body length mirror, taking in his reflection.
Sometimes, more than not, Peter often thought about how much his real life and superhero life collided. His priorities were always scrambled, and he missed a lot of sleep. Nevertheless, swinging around New York as Spider-Man always made Peter feel good. Not because he was so powerful, but because he had the power to help those who needed him.
"With great power, comes great responsibility." Peter recited quietly; as he remembered the words his uncle Ben had told him. Sometimes it felt like too much, but he always felt it was for good. Now though, with the a new threat and new friends, Peter really wondered if he could still be Spider-Man. He wondered about his aunt May, Mary Jane, and his friends. They all seemed so far back in the past that it made Peter beat himself up inside for ever letting them feel so distant.
"What could I have done different?" Peter asked himself nonchalantly, as he continued to gaze in the mirror. His gaze shifted over his muscular frame, wondering more. Then he couldn't forget how much he loved science, and how it had helped him so much.
What would MJ think about me? Would it be the six-pack abs, or the muscular chest? Would it be all that I've learned? Or maybe if I told her my secret, would she trust me?
Peter questioned repeatedly, drifting off into deep though quickly. It wasn't until twenty minutes later that he noticed himself pacing in his room and talking to himself. Therefore, Peter stopped, took a deep breath, and sorted himself out.
He would call aunt May in the morning, ask how she was, and see how MJ was doing. But of course, she would ask where he was and why he wasn't home. Peter would need a good explanation. Then he would need to talk to the Professor about his Spider-Man identity. But he couldn't forget about the Symbiote and Eddie Brock too. But he wouldn't be able to do anything because Dr. McCoy told him to rest. And what about the two other guys? Moreover, Rogue, how was she doing?
With a sigh of defeat, Peter dropped onto his bed angrily. There was too much in his head right now.
"Maybe some sleep will do me some good." He suddenly stated, and wrapped himself in his covers since he was still shirtless and a little cold.
After five minutes, he was out like a light.
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"I'm glad to see that the two of you are feeling better," stated Professor X from in front of the two beds that provided rest for Remy LeBeau and Warren Worthington III. "But I'm afraid I have to ask some questions now.
"Hey, dat's no problem as long as we get to stay here." Remy stated with a laugh, and stretched out his sore limps. Warren sat up and moved his wings a bit while he addressed the older man.
"It's a long story Professor. Maybe you should just search our memories. I don't know if I can't restate it all well enough."
Remy glanced from the Professor to Warren. "No way man! I don't need no telepathy stuff goin' on in my head."
"Please, don't be alarmed, Mr. LeBeau. It's your consent, and I respect that. Warren?" The Professor looked towards the other man. With a nod, he moved to the foot of the bed, and closed his eyes. Slowly, the Professor drew his hands to the younger man's temples, and entered his mind.
Remy watched casually, yawning a bit.
"This freak stuff is too much for me," he commented, and moved out of his bed. "Is it okay if I go, doc? I won't cause any trouble."
Dr. McCoy hesitated from the other side of the room.
"Just take it easy and get back here in thirty minutes." He answered finally. Remy nodded politely, and exited the room quickly.
It wasn't long before Remy found himself admiring the mansion, as he moved through the halls and rooms. Having been in some very nice homes back when he'd been working as a master thief, he had to admit that the Professor most have one the lottery or something to afford such a large and greatly furnished home.
However, his attention was suddenly piqued as he heard some incoherent grumbling. Taking a quick peek into the closest room and hoping to find his chere, Remy was disappointed when he found just another guy sleeping on his bed.
The guy was still mumbling, tossing and turning about. Deciding to inspect the bedrooms, Remy entered. He really wanted to make sure that this guy wasn't with his chere or anything though. Not usually being paranoid, he quickly discarded the thought. The girl known as Rogue was his and his alone. At least that's what he hopped.
Remy chuckled to himself and stared out the window, which was currently showing signs of a little sunshine, yet it was still early morning.
The bed creaked behind him.
Suddenly he was knocked to the ground by a force behind him, immediately being pinned.
"Who are you?!" An angry voice asked. Spitefully, Remy just smirked and didn't answer. "I asked who you are!" The same guy demanded, increasing the strain on the pin, which caused Remy to flinch a bit.
"You'd best get your hands off me!" Remy demanded, although he wasn't sure if he could take this guy. He wouldn't show his hesitation, but after his quick escape only hours earlier, the lack of sleep was exhausting him. Still he struggled as much as he could hand managed to grab his attacker's arm. Hoping to have grabbed a sleeve and charge the guy's shirt as a threat to make him back off, he was disappointed when he realized the guy was shirtless. He could reach for the pants, but the pin held his arms to far back. The cards in his jeans were also too hard to reach. So it seemed negotiation was the best bet.
Remy sighed in defeat. 'I'm new here, and sorry for intruding' was what he'd planned to say, only an alarmed voice from the hall spoke before him.
"Stop it!" A female voice screamed, one that Remy recognized with smug delight.
"You know this guy, Rogue?" The guy behind Remy asked, as his hold lessened slightly. Remy took the opportunity to break free and knock the guy backwards.
"Course she does! Right, chere?"
"I don't trust him!" The guy leapt up and pinned Remy by his arms again, causing him to start struggling again.
Rogue though was gazing at them, oblivious to the situation as she was staring at two muscular, shirtless guys wrestling for her, in front of her. Remy noticed, and with a smug grin and new determination, broke out of the hold and put a headlock on the guy.
"I was never much into wrestling, chere, but if you like it I'll do it."
However, Rogue had snapped back to reality, her face scrunched up in anger and her angry gaze locked.
"Leave him alone, Swamp Rat!" Rogue demanded. Remy followed orders, and let the guy go. "Don't mind him Peter. Ah'll take care of him."
Rogue reached forward with her gloved hand, and grabbed Remy's bare arm and dragged him behind her.
As they entered the hall, Remy spoke up quickly.
"I also knew you wanted me Rogue."
Immediately, Rogue let go of him and spun around with a threatening glare. She looked like she was ready to slap him silly, but her stance weakened. Rogue wobbled a bit, and dropped down toward the floor. With a quick step, Remy caught her softly, and then cradled her in his strong arms.
"Ah'm just a little sleep", she mumbled, and drifted off to sleep. With a soft smile, Remy headed back toward the infirmary to let her rest and have her checked by the Professor.
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A/N: So there's a little insight into Peter, which I think I need to do a little more of, but remember, he isn't the center focus of the fic. He's part of the focus, but I do want to devel into a bit more about his feelings, his relationships, and other stuff. Next chapter will be a lot about Jean and the Symbiote, and what's up with them. Please review!