Okay this is my new all marvel crossover fic. All characters who play
major roles here will be marvel, NOT MINE!
Marvel High
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He slowly walked into school. A few jocks brushed rudely by him. It was to be expected in his life. He was always the looser. He was always the freak. Luckily for him though, no one knew exactly how much of a freak. He had a tutoring session set up for first period. He was showing someone how to navigate through quadratic equations. Peter had mastered those when everyone else his age was still working on their times tables. He owed it all to his late father's left over equations.
The boy at the table was dressed in baggy everything. His long hair drifted in front of his face. Peter figured that this guy never really cared much about school work. Peter didn't really have a choice though, Doctor S., the man he was staying with, had signed him up for this. "Uh, Hi," Peter said cautiously, "I'm Peter Parker, your tutor."
"Guten Tag Herr Parker," replied the boy, "My name is Kurt Wagner." Peter noticed that the boy had used perfect German. 'Must be a transfer student," Peter thought.
"So um, what did you need help on?" Peter asked splaying out the books and notebooks.
"Um, if you know how to surgically remove a stick from a friend's ass, dat vould be helpful. Mein Freund, Scott, is making me do this because I got a C- on a test."
Peter chortled, "Oh, well then this won't be as painful for me as I thought it would be. I thought you were going to be a total moron."
"Oh danke shoen," Kurt said sarcastically.
Peter began to show Kurt what he was doing wrong and they spent the hour in laughter and numbers. Both were pretty funny.
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Earlier that morning, a pair of teens walked into the same school for the first time, just like Peter; one short, blonde, leggy white girl and a tall, muscular, handsome black boy. The blond tried to hide herself behind the black boy as they entered. "what are you afraid of Da . . . Tandy?"
"Well, I just don't know if they are going to be very . . . well, tolerant. You know I am . . . different."
"Tandy, give them a shot. I am sure that they will love you, especially the girls." At this point the black teen saw a pale skinned, darkly made-up beauty. "Speaking of the girls, excuse me." Tandy rolled her eyes at her friend.
As Rouge closed her locker the black teen was smiling from behind it and looking her up and down. "Can ah help you?" she said angrily.
"Your legs must be tired," he said.
"Whah?"
"'Cause you been runnin' through my mind all day."
"Is that all?"
"Listen my name is Tyrone Johnson, and I was wondering what I would have to do to get a date with you."
"Frankly," she said not even looking at him, "grow a pair of ovaries and a uterus."
"Oh," he said. She had sufficiently surprised him so that it took him a beat to catch up. "Well listen, can I ask you a favor?"
"Prably naht."
As he caught up and turned her around by the elbow. "Listen you see the blonde over there," he gestured behind himself. Rogue looked at the blonde, who merely waved nervously. "Well she is new here, and my best friend, and one of your people. I was just wondering if you would mind showing her around the parts of the school that I can't."
"Are you asking me to take your lesbian friend on a date?"
"No, I am asking you to show her around, and if it leads to Sapphic love then so be it." Rogue brushed past him and motioned for the blonde to follow her.
"what's yer first class?" she asked
"Um, Algebra."
"Mae too. So hau did you two meet?" she asked, making conversation.
"The streets, we were both runaways."
"Ah been there. From suburbia?"
"uh, actually me from above suburbia him from below."
"Ah thaught ya'll left together?"
"No, we met in the big apple. Some jerk snatched my purse, and Tyrone got it back for me."
"Sweet. In any other age ya'll woulda fallen in love."
"Yeah, well that's the twenty-first century for you."
Rogue smiled, this girl was smarter than she looked. They spent the day talking and showing Tandy around. After school, Tyrone showed back up and took Tandy home. Rogue noted how much Tandy had missed him in only eight hours. They had been together for a long time.
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Meanwhile in another part of the school earlier that day
If ever there was a time when Bayville High needed the soundtrack of a porn movie, this was the day. She walked into the school hallway, platinum blonde hair billowing behind her. Her top was little more than a bra and her shorts weren't even long enough to count as daisy-dukes. The only thing she wore that complied with a school dress code was her white vinyl trench coat. In fact she was clad exclusively in white. She spotted the two she had been told to make contact with. She had red hair down to her waist, he wore crimson glasses. She strode up to them and pressed against Scott Summers and asked, "Excuse me, but could you perchance show me to the Sex Ed. Classroom?"
Scott, as any man would with a woman looking like her with her body pressed against him would, disengaged his mouth and babbled like a cretin until his girlfriend broke in saying, "Two corridors that way, and third door on the left." Jean's voice was angry. Jean's temperament was not exactly unlimited right now.
The blonde looked at Jean with a haughty look, "And you are?"
Jean glared at her saying, "I am Jean Grey, and this is my boyfriend, Scott Summers."
Emma Frost finally took a step back. "that's nice," she replied to Jean. She turned back to Scott, "Do you think you could show me where it is?"
Jean damn near blew up a trash can, she was so angry. "Why don't you try finding it on your own."
"Well to be honest," Emma said, "I don't need help finding it, I wanted the help once we got there." She pressed herself more fully against Scott. His body betrayed him and Emma cooed in mock surprise. Jean growled in disgust and stormed off. Three lockers spewed their contents into the hall.
"Um, er, I should really follow her." Scott said sliding sideways from beneath Emma's massive cleavage. Emma smiled as he walked off awkwardly, trying to hide Emma's effect on him, while trying to catch up to his girlfriend. She thought to herself, "Step one: drive a rift in the leadership; Check."
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Yet another part of the school that morning.
His cane tapped his way around the cafeteria, he was supposed to be studying in here, but he decided to use his hearing to listen around instead. What he heard displeased him.
"Whassamatter? Come on, you know you want me." It was a males voice. The owner was strong, stupid, roughly seventeen, and holding onto a girl that didn't want to be held onto.
"Neyt, I do not vant you. I doubt any sober woman vould." The girl's accent was Russian, she was well toned, and she was wearing something that he couldn't make out just under her right cuff.
"Watch your tongue russkie." His grip tightened. There was only one course of action that Matt Murdock, the blind boy who had been "watching" this could think of. he whipped his cane around and "lightly tapped" the stupid boy's head. He was unconscious.
"Sorry," Matt said, "it slipped."
"You didn't need to do that," the girl said as she walked up to Matt, "I could have taken care of him."
"Yes I have no doubt, but I didn't want you getting busted for the poisonous needles you have up your sleeve."
She clapped her hand over her wrist and looked to make sure no one had heard him. "How did you know?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"The nose knows."
She shook her head, but he said, "Bad jokes aside, don't use those in school and I really don't care if you have them or not."
"They are for protection. My papa taught me to use them."
She was lying, but Matt wasn't sure about what. "What's your name?"
"Natalia Romanova, but most Americans call me Natasha Romanoff."
"Natalia sounds so much prettier though."
She blushed and said, "Ah, a golden tongue. You are either going to be a politician, or a lawyer. Either one is bound to do very well."
"Lawyer, and I plan on doing not so well."
"Really?" her interest was piqued. "Vhy is dat?"
"I want to take hard luck cases. You know, defend the innocent. None of who are rich. I usually find that rich and innocent are mutually exclusive."
"Dat is true." She looked to her right, "Vell, dis is my classroom, thank you for walking me here."
"My pleasure. Can I see you again?"
She looked at him as he smiled broadly, showing he had intended the joke. "neyt, but I vouldn't mind being vith you again."
He chuckled and said, "Maybe we can go somewhere on Friday?"
"Da," she walked into her classroom.
Matt smiled, she might have been lying, but he liked her.
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With so many interesting new students, Bayville will be getting more and more interesting. And you haven't even met them all yet.
Marvel High
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He slowly walked into school. A few jocks brushed rudely by him. It was to be expected in his life. He was always the looser. He was always the freak. Luckily for him though, no one knew exactly how much of a freak. He had a tutoring session set up for first period. He was showing someone how to navigate through quadratic equations. Peter had mastered those when everyone else his age was still working on their times tables. He owed it all to his late father's left over equations.
The boy at the table was dressed in baggy everything. His long hair drifted in front of his face. Peter figured that this guy never really cared much about school work. Peter didn't really have a choice though, Doctor S., the man he was staying with, had signed him up for this. "Uh, Hi," Peter said cautiously, "I'm Peter Parker, your tutor."
"Guten Tag Herr Parker," replied the boy, "My name is Kurt Wagner." Peter noticed that the boy had used perfect German. 'Must be a transfer student," Peter thought.
"So um, what did you need help on?" Peter asked splaying out the books and notebooks.
"Um, if you know how to surgically remove a stick from a friend's ass, dat vould be helpful. Mein Freund, Scott, is making me do this because I got a C- on a test."
Peter chortled, "Oh, well then this won't be as painful for me as I thought it would be. I thought you were going to be a total moron."
"Oh danke shoen," Kurt said sarcastically.
Peter began to show Kurt what he was doing wrong and they spent the hour in laughter and numbers. Both were pretty funny.
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Earlier that morning, a pair of teens walked into the same school for the first time, just like Peter; one short, blonde, leggy white girl and a tall, muscular, handsome black boy. The blond tried to hide herself behind the black boy as they entered. "what are you afraid of Da . . . Tandy?"
"Well, I just don't know if they are going to be very . . . well, tolerant. You know I am . . . different."
"Tandy, give them a shot. I am sure that they will love you, especially the girls." At this point the black teen saw a pale skinned, darkly made-up beauty. "Speaking of the girls, excuse me." Tandy rolled her eyes at her friend.
As Rouge closed her locker the black teen was smiling from behind it and looking her up and down. "Can ah help you?" she said angrily.
"Your legs must be tired," he said.
"Whah?"
"'Cause you been runnin' through my mind all day."
"Is that all?"
"Listen my name is Tyrone Johnson, and I was wondering what I would have to do to get a date with you."
"Frankly," she said not even looking at him, "grow a pair of ovaries and a uterus."
"Oh," he said. She had sufficiently surprised him so that it took him a beat to catch up. "Well listen, can I ask you a favor?"
"Prably naht."
As he caught up and turned her around by the elbow. "Listen you see the blonde over there," he gestured behind himself. Rogue looked at the blonde, who merely waved nervously. "Well she is new here, and my best friend, and one of your people. I was just wondering if you would mind showing her around the parts of the school that I can't."
"Are you asking me to take your lesbian friend on a date?"
"No, I am asking you to show her around, and if it leads to Sapphic love then so be it." Rogue brushed past him and motioned for the blonde to follow her.
"what's yer first class?" she asked
"Um, Algebra."
"Mae too. So hau did you two meet?" she asked, making conversation.
"The streets, we were both runaways."
"Ah been there. From suburbia?"
"uh, actually me from above suburbia him from below."
"Ah thaught ya'll left together?"
"No, we met in the big apple. Some jerk snatched my purse, and Tyrone got it back for me."
"Sweet. In any other age ya'll woulda fallen in love."
"Yeah, well that's the twenty-first century for you."
Rogue smiled, this girl was smarter than she looked. They spent the day talking and showing Tandy around. After school, Tyrone showed back up and took Tandy home. Rogue noted how much Tandy had missed him in only eight hours. They had been together for a long time.
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Meanwhile in another part of the school earlier that day
If ever there was a time when Bayville High needed the soundtrack of a porn movie, this was the day. She walked into the school hallway, platinum blonde hair billowing behind her. Her top was little more than a bra and her shorts weren't even long enough to count as daisy-dukes. The only thing she wore that complied with a school dress code was her white vinyl trench coat. In fact she was clad exclusively in white. She spotted the two she had been told to make contact with. She had red hair down to her waist, he wore crimson glasses. She strode up to them and pressed against Scott Summers and asked, "Excuse me, but could you perchance show me to the Sex Ed. Classroom?"
Scott, as any man would with a woman looking like her with her body pressed against him would, disengaged his mouth and babbled like a cretin until his girlfriend broke in saying, "Two corridors that way, and third door on the left." Jean's voice was angry. Jean's temperament was not exactly unlimited right now.
The blonde looked at Jean with a haughty look, "And you are?"
Jean glared at her saying, "I am Jean Grey, and this is my boyfriend, Scott Summers."
Emma Frost finally took a step back. "that's nice," she replied to Jean. She turned back to Scott, "Do you think you could show me where it is?"
Jean damn near blew up a trash can, she was so angry. "Why don't you try finding it on your own."
"Well to be honest," Emma said, "I don't need help finding it, I wanted the help once we got there." She pressed herself more fully against Scott. His body betrayed him and Emma cooed in mock surprise. Jean growled in disgust and stormed off. Three lockers spewed their contents into the hall.
"Um, er, I should really follow her." Scott said sliding sideways from beneath Emma's massive cleavage. Emma smiled as he walked off awkwardly, trying to hide Emma's effect on him, while trying to catch up to his girlfriend. She thought to herself, "Step one: drive a rift in the leadership; Check."
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Yet another part of the school that morning.
His cane tapped his way around the cafeteria, he was supposed to be studying in here, but he decided to use his hearing to listen around instead. What he heard displeased him.
"Whassamatter? Come on, you know you want me." It was a males voice. The owner was strong, stupid, roughly seventeen, and holding onto a girl that didn't want to be held onto.
"Neyt, I do not vant you. I doubt any sober woman vould." The girl's accent was Russian, she was well toned, and she was wearing something that he couldn't make out just under her right cuff.
"Watch your tongue russkie." His grip tightened. There was only one course of action that Matt Murdock, the blind boy who had been "watching" this could think of. he whipped his cane around and "lightly tapped" the stupid boy's head. He was unconscious.
"Sorry," Matt said, "it slipped."
"You didn't need to do that," the girl said as she walked up to Matt, "I could have taken care of him."
"Yes I have no doubt, but I didn't want you getting busted for the poisonous needles you have up your sleeve."
She clapped her hand over her wrist and looked to make sure no one had heard him. "How did you know?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"The nose knows."
She shook her head, but he said, "Bad jokes aside, don't use those in school and I really don't care if you have them or not."
"They are for protection. My papa taught me to use them."
She was lying, but Matt wasn't sure about what. "What's your name?"
"Natalia Romanova, but most Americans call me Natasha Romanoff."
"Natalia sounds so much prettier though."
She blushed and said, "Ah, a golden tongue. You are either going to be a politician, or a lawyer. Either one is bound to do very well."
"Lawyer, and I plan on doing not so well."
"Really?" her interest was piqued. "Vhy is dat?"
"I want to take hard luck cases. You know, defend the innocent. None of who are rich. I usually find that rich and innocent are mutually exclusive."
"Dat is true." She looked to her right, "Vell, dis is my classroom, thank you for walking me here."
"My pleasure. Can I see you again?"
She looked at him as he smiled broadly, showing he had intended the joke. "neyt, but I vouldn't mind being vith you again."
He chuckled and said, "Maybe we can go somewhere on Friday?"
"Da," she walked into her classroom.
Matt smiled, she might have been lying, but he liked her.
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With so many interesting new students, Bayville will be getting more and more interesting. And you haven't even met them all yet.