Here I am with chapter 2 of this story and to make sure of no confusion, Aunt May's look will be inspired by the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon version and the homecoming one. I hope you all enjoy this ride!


The scene opens up with a middle aged woman, no older than her early forties at the up most. looking over the daily news paper while she wore slim clear glasses. The reflection of the chandelier above her head within the glass shiny rimmed surface that provided a little support in her evening read.

She looked at the clock and was met with the time "4:13" in her eyes, a sigh leaving those pink lips as she took off the spectacles. The red nails tracing up past her cheeks as her finger tips rubbed and massaged her eyes in frustration. A lot was on her mind and she couldn't shake what has been bothering her mental state since about a year ago. Peter's troubles have become her own and the recent death hit them both hard.

"That boy... What am I gonna do with him, where do I even begin to?..." She questioned herself, lost in the same emotions that swarmed her heart back when his parents died. Confusion, unfocused and misguided feelings she just couldn't shake at this time. Not to mention Peter being gone for so long only added to the worrying. Her boy was gone for hours at a time and she didn't know whether to stop him or leave him be. "I sent him out for eggs, that was so selfish of me. I should've gotten them myself, he has too much to deal with alrea-"

A ringing of the bell with Peter's voice shook her out of this trance and whirlpool of thoughts. She got up and walked over to the mahogany wood and grabbed the knob as she turned it and opened the entrance to their home. "Peter you need to start getting your key on your way out." she said as she welcomed her little nephew inside, a smile fixed on her lips as he walked right in.

"Heh sorry Aunt May, guess I must've forgotten. You know what they say... 'Outta sight outta mind.' " he replied, giving her his best up beat attitude. She closed the door and had said nothing else, the irony in both of their fake cheer towards eachother becoming more and more apparent as the days went by. Neither wanted to admit the other wasn't happy, hoping that the thick fog would just lift already and the talk wouldn't need to happen.

The eggs were set on the table as Peter then just headed upstairs and she watched him, his legs in a jog as he took each step and then walked out of her line of sight. Standing there til she heard the door to his room shut quitely. "He's been spending a lot of time in that room of his..." She said to herself as her hands picked up the livingroom house phone, dailing in some numbers with each beep for every input. The only sound she heard as she then brought it to her ear and waited fo the ringing to stop.

Briiing... Briiing... Briiing...

"Hey Anna... it's May."

In Peter's room, he took off his shoes and flopped onto his own bed. Looking up at the ceiling as eyelids came down with the blink of his thoughtful eyes. Just thinking as he remembered something in his pocket, a piece of paper that guy handed to him back in the alley way. Reaching down in his backpocket he pulled it out and looked at the card, nothing but a number and a name on it as he read aloud "Charles Xavier..." His free hand turned on his cellular device, and he searched up this name while looking back and forth between the card and the screen. The first result being a picture of a middle aged man, bald and in a black suit as he smiled for the camera while words sat under his picture. "Professor Charles Xavier, an award winning leader in child growth and development studies" it read as Peter thought about the words he was told, "people like us". There were more people, kids, that dealt with trying to cope with doing special things. Thoughts came to the young man's head as he then dialed in the number and waited patiently for someone to answer, after all he did say he would contact him.

"What Should I Do Then Anna??"

Peter turned his attention to the door and rushed to his feet. Grabbing the handle lightly and poking his head out as he listened in on what's happening. His Aunt's voice was shaky, bothered and stressed in an attempt to keep her volume down before Peter heard what sounded like a soft whimper. "I-I can't do this anymore... Peter he's, he's always so sad and lonely, smiling just for me, and I'm trying to be happy for him, but I can't stop myself from getting lost in thoughts and, and... I can't keep pretending!" Her words were becoming more and more lost in the sounds of her broken mewls. Even now while she's spilling her heart out she restrained from letting out the tears. Immediately sniffeling and most likely trying to wipe away her own sadness with a tissue.

"The boy is lost Anna... and I don't even know how to help him, how do I even help him?" She pleaded towards her life long friend. "Oh help me God..." being the last statement Peter could take as he closed his door. The sound being louder then he meant as it caught May off gaurd. Peter went to his bed and put in head phones and heard a voice call to him.

"Hello?..."

Peter figured it was the professor, and went to speak but then May's troubles came to him and he just couldn't bring himself to bring more attention to the house. So he clicked off and ended the call abruptly. Not much to the Proffessor's surprise as the scene shifted to the Xavier mansion while he asked for Scott and the rest to meet him in his office.

Back at the Parker house hold Peter just sat there looking at his phone.

No music. No sound in his ears. No noise what so ever as he just pretended to be preoccupied, he couldn't bring himself to let Aunt May know he was listening in. Hearing her footsteps headed for the bedroom and so he pretended like he was bopping to something in his play list. Looking at his phone's screen while May came in with shades and a big smile calling to Peter "Hey there honey, Dinner is ready when you wanna dine on in!~" she told him this with the most upbeat and happiest tone.

Peter simply looked at her and noticed the shades, just staring at her and she tried her best to change the focus of the situation.

"I know, i know... Your Aunt looks pretty fine in these fancy shades!~ May might have to keep these for her bikini wear next summer~". This shook Peter right outta his thoughts and before he knew it he jumped.

"Aunt May!! I don't wanna see THAT!"

he said in disgust, covering his eyes even though that couldn't stop any images that came mentally. She laughed at his reaction and let the door swing open as she continued on.

"Well then come down and eat instead of listening to your music, it's about time we had MOVIE NIGHT!!~" May shouted at the top of her lungs, nothing but a little optimism as she waved for Peter to follow her. This brung a smile to her brunnette nephews face as he hopped from bed and followed her to the dinner table.

Xavier's Mansion

"Yes Professor?" said Scott when they all came in, piling into the nice sized room as the headmaster, Charles Xavier himself, had his hands clasped together and answered the young one.

"Mr. Summers, what exactly did you see this boy do?" He asked in a thoughtful voice, a kindness about him even while simply thinking could be felt. The rest looked to their leader as he responded to the professor with clear words

"He was a kid, no older then me or younger then Kitty I'd say. He was agile, fast, and strong, he beat four guys without a sweat."

Kitty then chimed in "Yeah, like, the only reason we caught up to him was because of Scott's plan for Kurt to follow him and Jean go after Kurt, you know?" The rest agreed and gave Scott a small bit of appreciation as he smiled in return. The Professor was proud and gave Scott a nod of approval and congratulated him on the quick and decisive thinking.

"Well done Scott, now this same young man just called me-"

Kurt came with a reply cutting off the Professor "So will he be joining the team??". Charles simply gave neither a nod nor a shaking of the head, for he just replied "I do not know, he hung up without giving me a word."

"Oh..."

Rogue asked the Proffesor if he may be scared, and Charles just gave a "perhaps" as he began to think over what action should be taken. Shortly deciding in that moment he would be heading out to talk to this young man and his guardian. The teens gave a nod and approval as he picked out which ones should be going with him on this journey. Then with that down he told them that the rest of the day was free to be used as they see fit and the rest just flooded out, all of them except for the girl in the black.

"Yes?..." Charles said, as the girl didn't posses a name and wouldn't let anyone name her. She looked at him, and without a word just left as the older man just watched her walk away. Xavier rubbed his forehead and did not worry about it for now because of the situation with the possibility of a new student amongst them. Picking up the book he was reading from Hank and closing it as everything just turned to black.

Next morning, Parker Household

The scene reopens from Parker's perspective now, a yawn leaving his mouth as he went about the daily usuals. He walked down the hall and peaked his head in to tell Aunt May good morning while she just woke up. Smiling as he headed towards the kitchen and made the two of them breakfast just for May to come down the moment he finished. Sneaking up on him and giving him a kiss on the forehead as she held him tight for a morning hug filled with her motherly love. And in return Peter sat her down and they ate together in the calm atmosphere. A laugh here and a smile there as they both secretly were trying to make each other happy.

"Oh I got it Aunt May." Peter said with a joyful yet commanding voice as he took her plate from the table with his before she could try and make him let her do it again.

"Oh Peter you made breakfast, you know I do the dishes th-"

"Nuh-uh, new rule in this house. 'For whoever makes the meal, Peter shall do'th the dishes~' " the boy said this with the funniest ancient sounding accent he could attempt. A chuckle coming from his Aunt in return as the doorbell rung while she voiced her reply "Is that so?".

"Yep, we've just been living the wrong way!~"

Peter said in return while his aunt laughed some more and she answered the door to be met with a man in a wheelchair. Introducing himself as an Xavier while he politely asked for permission to enter the house and she replied with a soft yes. Peter finished the plates and looked behind him, seeing who was this Xavier guy and he was the exact person that came up from his quick search yeasterday.

A sweat beginning to form on his brow as this man knew where he lived without even being told so. Drying his hands off fast he headed into the living room as calmly as he could muster. "Uh hello?" Peter asked hoping he could get an answer.

"Oh hello Mr. Parker, my name is Charles Xavier and I believe you met some of my students yesterday, yes?" Peter was practically shook at what he knew, he figured this Professor was told about his run, but no one knew his name or address and so questions just stacked up in his head.

The older man smiled as he waved towards the ones who also stepped in this house while he continued "You see, my students here ,Scott Summers and Jean Grey, had told me how you excell among your peers. And so I had to meet you young man." he reached for Parker's hand and Peter shook it out of courtesy. Aunt May was just smiling at the scene, after all everything Peter was doing in school was just finally being appreciated in her eyes. Well, that's what she thought the talk was about. "You mind if I could get a moment to talk to your parental gaurdian?" at the sound of that May was practically shooing Peter out of the livingroom and to his bedroom while Jean and Scott followed for the "grownups" to talk. Peter opened the door to his room and just walked to the bed with a sigh as he fell on it backwards. Scott and Jean walking into the room as they closed the door behind of them, looking around at te new area that was surprisingly clean. Not exactly on Jean's level but nowhere near how Bobby keeps his and that was a good thing.

"So... This is pretty nice, the room is kinda organized." Scott said this in a hope to actually break the awkwardness of the situation, it's always like this with recruits.

Jean looked around and just walked over to his dresser, an album on the counter as she picked it up and asked Peter "Nickleback fan?" The boy sat up and looked over to the red head. A shrug at his shoulders as he was just trying to calm down and let things play out.

"Yeah, they're music is pretty nice." and Jean nodded as she replied "Yeah, I don't listen to much of their stuff but I do like that one song they made, for that super hero movie."

Peter jumped "Oh you mean that one with the guy from Sea Biscuit, 'Hero'?"

Jean's eyes lit up as she had a little hop going on "Yeah, that was the one!!~ God that was amazing~..." Peter smiled and agreed with her. The movie itself was kinda good, but he couldn't shake this feeling, like it shared a disturbing amount of similarities with his life a little.

Then came Scott as he went ahead and asked his question "So... what can you do Peter?". Peter had dreaded this moment but he knew it was coming up, and with the fact they already knew about his powers meant that if they tried anything he didn't have to worry about exposing to them what they already know. So, Peter got up and just walked over to his dresser where a mirror sat on the back of the counter.

Staring at himself, his reflection's eyes looking back at him and giving him thoughts and questions on whether he really should go ahead. A lonely sigh entered the warm air and filled the room with a silence as everyone seemed to almost wait for the other to speak a word. And almost as if on que Aunt May then let out a loud fit of laughter, her joyful song rang in Peter's ears as he looked towards the door smiling softly. Her laughter was music to his ears and he enjoyed her being happy like that.

Finally building up the courage as he then turned to them and stuffed his hands in his pockets while he finally answered shades over there.

"Well I'm strong, fast, and agile." The brunette answered in a blunt fashion while he looked at the two of them. They gave him a smile as they replied and answered what they were able to do in fairness.

"Cool, well I'm Scott Summers. I shoot optic blast out of my eyes, kinda like lasers."

"And I'm Jean Grey, I move things with my mind, and I'm a telepath." she said this all while she then went ahead and told Peter hello mentally. He jumped at the sound of her voice in his head as he had to admit it was pretty cool, but it made Peter think as he had to ask.

"Wait, so can you... You know, read my mind?" Jean hesitated for a short second before she then answered back with a yes, but right after she shook her hands up and made sure to clear any misunderstandings.

"B-but it's not an automatic thing, I can choose to do it or not. I just usually don't without permission." Peter gave a sigh of relief as he knew that she wasn't doing it now at least.

"Okay, you all can come down!~"

Peter turned to the sound of his aunt and led them out of his room as he then closed the door and moved on to the living room and everyone was now there. When he headed into the room and just entering the opening he noticed the man in the back. He wasn't that tall, he was actually Peter's height or smaller to be honest yet he still held a mean look just standing there. Big and hair sideburns while his arms sported a folded position with even more hair.

"Peter you know you don't stare at people." Aunt May had told him while slapping his wrist. The boy gave a little shout and rubbed his hand, everyone giving small laughs and Charles just watching the scene as he sat there.

"So Mr. Parker, I'm sure that my students have told you about us, and how we want to help people like you use your natural talents."

Peter nodded, the talk they had yesterday still bounced around in his head and he figured that since his spider sense hasn't gone off throughout this whole time they wouldn't try or weren't going to.

This put him at ease.

"Isn't this great Peter??~ They wanna help you." Aunt May had said this in the most joyful voice she could've had at that moment. Surprising her nephew as he could tell that she needed this, this glimmer of hope that things would be alright for her little boy. He smiled back at her and gave her a hug as he then proceeded to turn towards the guest. Taking a deep breath as he then told the professor what he believed him and his aunt needed.

"So I assume you got room for one more?"