(A/N: I do not own Spider-Man or any other Marvel Charters. I'm merely using them for my own playthings. Hope you enjoy and sorry in advance for any mistakes that you might find. )

Peter grumbled something as he headed down the steps of his local high school. It had been just another annoying day. It seemed that even his favorite subject couldn't cheer him up; Mary-Jane ( his long time friend) couldn't bring a smile to his face. Normally just a simple hello from her left him on cloud nine.

Peter broke away from the crowd of high-schoolers as he entered what looked to be a darken alley. In reality this was his 'phone booth'. He could easily change there without anyone the wiser.

It wasn't to long after Peter Parker entered the ally, Spider-Man swung out as he began his daily patrol of the city. Up in the air, he felt free. He had no rules, no boundaries, and no bosses. Here he was who he was supposed to be. A hero..a protector. Peter twisted gracefully as he shot another web from his wrist passing over a bus stop thinking nothing about it as he headed down town. That is where all the action was anyway..at least if you go by the songs.

Logan took a final poof of his cigar as he watched the red and blue costumed hero fly above him just as Xavier had predicted. Logan himself had no idea why Charles had picked him to find and test this boy; who cared if he had worked with his parents in the past. He didn't know the kid and to be truthful, he didn't want to.

"Chuck," said Logan gruffly as he called Xavier on his cell phone. "Yeah, I found him. Why am I here again?"

"We need to test him. See if he meets the qualifications to join us. We can't put him in anymore danger than we have to, Logan. You know that is not our way.."

Logan grumbled something inaudible pocketing the cell phone once more. "This kid better be the damn pope.."

"Well this is just so fun.." said Spider-Man as he dodged yet another sloppy punch from a purse thief. The guy was drunk, his smell gave the much away. Then again half of New York was by now. It was after five o'clock now. "When is the last time you had a bath?"

The drunk stumbled aiming a poor kick towards Spider-Man's abdomen. Of course, it didn't connect. The super-hero back flipped giving a kick of his own which sent the purse snatcher flying backwards into a pole. Unconscious. No longer a threat. He turned picking up the fallen purse with every intention of returning it to its rightful owner. Of course..the woman didn't see it that way.

"S..Stay away from me." stuttered the blonde woman as she moved even further into the corner she had used for settle during the fight. "Ju..Just take it."

"Look, lady.." Spider-Man extend his arm offering the purse back. "I don't want it. I was just trying to…"

A siren in the distance alerted him to the fastly approach police, but how had they… That is when he saw. The cell phone tightly held in the woman's hand. She had called the cops on him after he tried to help her? Where was the gratitude in that?

"Oh Shit.."he cursed to himself as he dropped the purse running towards a building wall. His only means of escape. "A big 'Thank You' to you too lady. Jesus..What the hell is wrong with you people. I save you and you call the cops. Humanity… got to love it."

Spider-Man's rant continued as he scaled the wall disappearing into the city's skyline once more. Today wasn't his day..but then again. What day was his day?

Logan drew air into his nostrils taking in all the orders around him. He picked up the boy's trail easily; his smell over powered all the others. It was as if Logan had remarked the trail with florescent spray paint. He moved through the crowded streets elbowing people out of his way. Next time Xavier was going to have to do his own dirty work. Logan followed the trail far back to uptown New York.

He passed by a high-school. Strange that the masked-superhero was stick so close to a place that normal teenagers hated. 'Must be a nerd..' Logan mused to himself. Before long, he found himself in an ally. He could hear the sounds of movements coming from inside. Looks like the cat had found his mouse.. He lit a cigar as stepped in startling the brown-hair youth. "Hey, Kid. …You need a hair cut." A metal clang echoed off the alleyways as Logan unleashed his deadly claws. "I can help you with that."

Peter gasped turning around quickly almost tripping over his own pants. "What the..oh hell." He struggled trying to get his mask back upon his head. "Who are you?" Peter tried to make his voice sound as threatening as possible hoping to intimidate any possible danger away. "Better question…do those come in any other color than chrome? Cause you know …red is more me." Sometimes…Peter just couldn't help himself.

"Smartass kid. Who I am doesn't matter." He took a drag from his cigar, breathing out the smoke and allowing it to trail up into the already dirty air of the city. The noise around them seemed to fade as Logan stared at the boy intently. "All right kid...show me what you got besides a big mouth." He lunged at him.

Peter barely moved out of the way in time as the strange man came after him with a tremendous amount of speed. His spider-sense hadn't even register any danger. A fine time for that to go out.. "What in the world.." Peter jumped to the other side of the ally aiming a kick towards the black haired man's head. "What did I do to you?"

"Does it matter?" The man growled turning and taking the kick to the stomach. He stepped back momentarily before coming at the boy with his claws.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa!" Peter yelled as he was pinned to wall by the fabric of his pants. He pulled trying to get free before the man made a kabob out of him. He kicked with his other leg a little surprised to find the man didn't even flinch. Normally…that would of at least leave a mark. "….whoa." he said once more. "How did you…do that?"

"Does it Matter?" Logan repeated once more tearing up Peter's pants stopping at a very important spot. The youth was visibly shaken by Wolverine's actions; Logan liked that. Meant the kid wasn't as dumb as he looked. He gave a swift punch to Peter's stomach making him double over in pain also freeing him from Wolverine's 'claws'. "Is that the best you got?"

Peter held his stomach growling. "Okay…that is it..No more friendly neighborhood spider-man." Peter lunged using all of his strength pinning Logan to the ground. "You want the best I got..well now you go it."