The M rating is for the possibility of an intimate scene between peter and laura. Its unlikely I will write it, but its something to consider. Also incase of certain details that would call for that rating.
"Name's logan. I was a friend of your parents."
He showed peter the picture of himself standing with two other individuals, but he looked away, not wanting to broach the subject of his parents.
"Why did you come here?" Peter asked.
"I promised them that I would keep an eye on you if they died. I visited when you went to your aunt and uncle, you seemed fine there so I let them be." Logan explained.
"And now?" Peter asked.
"As you probably noticed, their dead. I came to keep my promise."
Laura had to hide her surprise at logan. Making such a promise seemed so unlike him, especially for around the time she guessed the promise was made.
Peter suddenly got up. "Well, that's sweet and everything, but your better off forgetting about me. Bad things tend to follow me."
He made to leave but logan grabbed his shoulder. "We're used to bad things, we can take care of ourselves."
They suddenly heard the cocking of a rifle and turned to see the bartender point it at logan.
"You heard the boy. He's not going with you, and your not taking my star attraction. Now get out while-"
His gun was suddenly sliced in half by the two adamantium claws in laura's fist. She growled lowly and he backed away in fear.
"The hell?! I knew it! I knew having you here would attract more freaks! Get out! All of you, out!" He yelled.
People stared as he yelled and logan groaned at laura's recklessness.
"Come on gary, cant we ju-" Peter tried but the bartender cut him off.
"Get out! I don't want you freaks infesting my bar."
Peter rolled his eyes and simply left. Logan and laura followed. He put on a black jacket that was hanging by the door and turned to the two mutants as they walked out.
"There goes my only means of supporting myself. Thanks for that." He said to laura sarcastically.
She shrugged uncaringly. Logan sighed. "You shouldn't be out here to begin with, fighting for money of all things."
"Well, there aren't a lot of options around here for me." Peter told him.
"Don't bother then, come with us. We can take you somewhere safe, with people like us."
"I'm not like you." Peter corrected. "Plus I don't think little miss sunshine, over there, would appreciate my company."
Laura scowled at the name he used. "I couldn't care less about what you do."
Peter scoffed. "Oh really? Maybe I should tag along then. See more of that radiant smile that cost me my job here."
"Enough." Logan intervened. "That wasn't a job." Logan then fixed him with a hard look. "Your running from somebody, aren't you?"
Peter stayed silent. Logan sighed. "Who are they, kid?"
"Someone you can avoid by staying away from me. Trust me, I'm not worth the trouble." Peter warned.
"Like I said, we're used to trouble. You cant run forever." Logan argued.
"Cant be worse than what we already deal with." Laura told him.
He was about to argue, but a tingle cut him off. He twisted his wrists and two silver watches he was wearing unfolded into something they didn't recognize. They started to hear several helicopters closing in and peter took off in a blur of speed.
They blinked in surprise but followed after him, abandoning the truck logan had bought for the trip. They followed his scent, as he had already ran a large distance away.
"Why did you even bring me?" Laura asked as they ran.
"I didn't lie about the road trip. I just withheld certain details." He argued.
Laura scowled. She barely trusted anyone as it was, yet he still had the nerve to lie to her. She wasn't letting this go anytime soon.
Logan could tell by the upset look on her face. He rolled his eyes. She may not be a normal teenage girl, but she can be just as petty sometimes.
Meanwhile, peter was running at full speed until he entered the small town he hadn't bothered to learn the name of and came up on the old dingy motel that had been his home for the past year.
He skipped the stairs and jumped onto the second floor. He opened an old green door and went in.
Grabbing a black one-strap backpack, he began stuffing clothes and bits of technology he had been working on inside of it. He stopped when he felt a tingle.
He focused and began to sense several heavy footsteps converging on the motel and six directly on his door. He stood near the door and waited.
Outside, six men in black fully geared uniforms lined up against the wall, with one getting ready to kick the door open. He lifted his leg, but a hand shot through the door and pulled him in.
The others panicked and began shooting taser darts wildly inside as they were ordered to bring him in alive.
After several seconds, they stopped and the darts buzzed inside.
"Is it down?" One of the men asked.
Apparently he jinxed himself because a web-line shot out onto his chest and pulled him. Peter burst out of the window beside the door and slammed two onto the railing. He web-pulled the guns away of the remaining two and blinded them.
He looked down and saw he was heavily outnumbered. Peter got down as they started shooting and peaked over the railing. He spotted a black jeep and jumped off the second floor, then used the heads of the men below to skip towards the jeep.
"Excuse me, sorry, here I come, wow sturdy melon you got there."
He jumped into the jeep's open roof and a second later two uniformed bodies came flying out.
Peter started the engine and took off. He made it a few blocks before he remembered one important detail.
He didn't actually know how to drive.
OSCORP TOWER, NEW YORK
A man with reddish-brown hair and cold green eyes, wearing a grey business suit, sat with a teenager who looked like a younger him, eating dinner in a large dining room that practically announced their wealth.
"So how was school today harry." Norman Osborn asked his son.
"It was ok, not much happened." He answered with a shrug.
"Well, you should use that extra time to study. Without peter here to tutor you, your grades have suffered." Norman said in a condescending tone.
Harry sighed. Peter was his best friend, and with his help, harry did ok in school. But as a consequence, his father often compared them and made sure harry knew he was inferior. Now with him gone, not only was he without any real friends, but his father also became less stable.
He would often yell to no one when he was alone, and kept going on about harry manning up and becoming a worthy heir to oscorp. Norman had even showed him his will, and it showed that he had planned to leave everything to peter.
He should have resented peter, but he knew that something wasn't right with his father.
Norman's phone rang. "I have to take this."
He walked into his office and answered. "This better be good Alistair, I was having dinner with my…son."
"The lead was good mister osborn, our agents are currently trying to apprehend the boy."
Norman grinned. "Good, but remember, I want him alive. Don't hurt my real son."
BACK IN CANADA
Logan and laura exited the forest and came onto a road in time to see a black jeep roll several times and land upside-down. The door shot off and peter crawled out.
Logan raised a brow. "Car trouble?"
Peter rolled his neck. "You could say that. Mostly, the issue is I have no idea how to drive one."
"Then what are you doing in one." Laura asked.
"Making an awesome escape…or at least it was awesome, until I crashed." He said.
"Escape from what?" She asked again.
They heard five black jeeps arrive and skid to a stop. When armed men started coming out, they got behind the overturned jeep. Peter looked at the two mutants.
"You two need to go." He told them.
"Not happening, your coming with us." Logan said.
"I'm not going with-"
"Now isn't the time to be difficult kid. Shut up and fight." Logan snarled.
"Fine."
Peter grabbed the jeep they were using as cover and threw it at the oscorp agents. They scattered and the three charged.
Laura jammed her claws into one's skull then sliced against another's throat. One raised his weapon, but it was yanked away by a web and peter came in with a harsh kick. He turned and yanked another into his fist. One tried to charge at him, but he jumped and laura appeared behind him, claws bared.
Logan charge straight into a group and cut threw several in one go. He cut off one's arm when he aimed at him and logan finished him with a stab to his chest. He felt a taser dart hit his shoulder and realized they wanted peter alive. He ripped it off and stabbed the shooter.
Logan looked around and saw an open jeep and fought his way over to it.
A helicopter flew overhead without stopping. A fully black figure with no discernable markings jumped out and landed heavily on the pavement. Peter took the newcomer in and noticed that the black suit he wore seemed to swirl around.
The figure charged towards him with speed that surprised him. Peter caught his fist, but had to jump back when it changed into a blade. The figure swung at him with the same surprising speed and peter was doing his best to dodge.
He grunted as he received a long cut on his chest. Peter focused on his spider-sense and the world began to slow down. He saw the strange black blade coming for his throat and jumped over it with a kick to his face. He landed and began punching him from several angles.
As he did this, the fighting stopped and everyone turned to see a blur attacking the black figure. Suddenly the blur changed direction and began to take out the oscorp agents. They tried to shoot but hit nothing and they went down.
Peter stopped beside laura and she had to catch him when he fell over.
He felt as if his muscles were ripping apart from the use of such speed. His body may have been capable of such things, but it wasn't conditioned to do it.
"I'm not doing that again anytime soon." He informed.
He got to his own feet and walked over to the black figure, who was now on the ground. He crouched down to examine the black substance and turned the figure to his back. The black substance suddenly sprang off and revealed an unremarkable blonde man. Peter jumped back as it attached to him. He tried to rip it off but it kept coming. Laura came in and tried to slice it away, but it just moved past her claws.
It began to envelope peter and then blended into his clothes. They looked at himself in confusion. Peter rolled his shoulders and noticed the pain he had a moment ago was gone.
"This actually feels good." He said and continued to examine himself.
"We don't know what that is, you should remove it." She reasoned.
He gestured to himself. "Its on my clothes."
"Then take them off." She argued, but immediately regretted it when he smirked.
"But we only just met, I don't even know your name."
She rolled her eyes. Logan drove beside them in a jeep. "Get in. More are probably on the way."
They got in and peter turned to laura. "Why do you get shotgun?"
"Because I got in first." She said, though hated how childish it sounded.
Logan drove them back to the bar and got out to board the old blue truck. Peter got out and made a face of disgust.
"Bit of a downgrade, don't you think?"
Logan shrugged. "They would recognize or track the jeep. Get in."
Peter crossed his arms. "I never said I would go with you."
Logan turned to him sharply with a glare. "Where else are you going to go. What do you plan to do."
"Survive. Like always." Peter argued.
Logan got into his face. "And how? You said it yourself, there aren't many options here. Your not the only one who's lost people, kid. You cant just isolate yourself because someone always shows up to ruin it. I know I've tried."
Laura watched him and wondered why he was trying so hard. This seemed to go beyond a promise and she was getting suspicious. She looked at peter and saw a hint of indecision.
"People around me tend to die." Peter informed stoically.
"People die, that's life. Eventually you'll have to stop running. Its either because they catch you or you die, but this is your chance to do it on your own terms. Don't pass it up." Logan told him.
"I'm not going." Peter said.
Logan threw his hand up in frustration. "Fuck it."
He threw a punch and peter was caught so off guard he didn't react and ended up unconscious.
A few minutes later he woke up in the truck, sitting between logan and laura. He crossed his arms childishly.
"I hate you." Peter grumbled.
"Stop pouting, kid." Logan said.
Peter used the strange suit to make a shape of logan with claws on his hand and imitated his voice. "Stop pouting, kid. Grrrr."
The two mutants rolled their eyes at the childish display.
"Who were they?" Logan asked.
Peter didn't answer.
"I need to know, kid."
Peter sighed. "Oscorp. I'm not a mutant like I assume you think. That's all I'm telling you."
Logan accepted this. Laura, not so much. "Why are they after you?"
"I said that was all I'm saying." He said.
She glared. "I think we deserve to know after saving your ass."
"I would have been fine."
"Well, I still want answers."
"Takes more than a pretty face to get them out of me." He taunted.
She unsheathed her right claws and pointed them at his throat. He didn't flinch.
"Laura, put them away." Logan said.
She scowled but put her claws away and faced the window.
"Your old man had a mouth on him two." Logan informed.
"Where are we going?" Peter asked, choosing to ignore the topic of his parents.
"Home." Was the only reply he got, and peter rolled his eyes.
He then removed his backpack and took out an old shirt. He offered it to laura and she gave him a strange look.
"For the blood." He elaborated.
She looked down and noticed her hands were covered in it and she took it, secretly grateful to get it off. As much as she had to do it sometimes, she still hated having to take lives. Laura secretly always wanted to be free from having to spill blood and had actually appreciated it when logan brought her.
So much for getting away from the fighting though.
Peter, meanwhile, chose to explore the strange suit. He focused and it receded from his wrists. He twisted them and his shooters folded back into watches. Laura glanced at them curiously as he took them off.
He put them in his bag and had the suit cover his wrists again. Peter noticed that his fists now how had white squares. He accidently shot a web out of logan's window and he nearly lost control.
"Sorry! Sorry, didn't know it could do that." He said, and logan grumbled to himself.
"Should you be playing with that?" Laura asked.
He shrugged. "Probably not."
He then looked down at his chest and focused. A large white spider symbol formed on his chest. He focused again and a mask formed with to large and sharp white eyes.
He turned to laura and made the mask smile with a large mouth full of sharp teeth. She only stared blankly for a second, then looked away. The mouth disappeared from the mask and he turned back to look into his bag.
He pulled out a bunch of materials and began working on it. Laura glanced at him once in awhile, watching as he worked expertly with his materials and pulling out tools. He seemed to be making some sort of single-use EMP device. It actually impressed her slightly that he could improvise that so easily.
He eventually pulled the watches back out and began examining them. Laura felt the need to ask. "What are those things?"
"Web shooters. I cant make my own so I made these with stuff I took from oscorp when I escaped." He explained.
"Escaped?" Logan asked.
Peter didn't answer as he worked on his we shooter. Logan decided to try something else.
"So, what can you do." He asked.
Peter shrugged. "Anything a spider can."
"That didn't seem like an ability a spider would have." Laura said, referring to his speed earlier.
He rolled his eyes. "They were super spiders. Mock my powers all you want, just remember which one of us can lift 25 tons."
She scoffed. "That strength would mean nothing against me. You fight like an amateur."
He turned to her. "Not all of us are trained assassins."
She turned to him sharply and growled. "How the hell do you know that."
Now peter scoffed. "You think I haven't heard of x-23? Oscorp had a hand in making you by providing funding in exchange for info on your healing factor. I deleted the info they had, by the way, your welcome."
"I didn't ask anything from you." She said with a glare.
"Oh right, big bad tough girl doesn't need any help." He mocked.
Logan tightened his grip on the wheel in annoyance.
"At least I can drive without any help." She shot back.
"I was doing ok! I just…took a bad turn." Peter defended.
"You ended up flipped over." She scoffed.
"I'm from new york. The hell do I need to learn to drive for?" He asked.
"To not end up flipped over like a-"
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!" Logan yelled has his temper boiled over.
Peter and laura crossed their arms and looked away from each other. Logan shook his head at their childish behavior and sighed.
This was going to be a long drive.