Peter panted as he fell backwards against the cool concrete laughing. That guy had quite literally packed a punch; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so drained. Well, unless you count last week when Doc. Ock had tried to rob that bank. He had gotten shot that time by a stray security guards bullet. Pulling it out, doctoring it by himself, and hiding it from his overprotective aunt..now that was tiring. But ..this was a satisfied tired now; Peter had put all his anger, hurt, and emotions into beating the other man. Truth be told it was a tie..but Peter wouldn't admit to that.

Logan wiped a bit of blood from his lip as his own cuts healed themselves. "Not bad, ratbag. Definitely more than I was expecting. Get up if you can."

"Ratbag?" Peter questioned looking up from his torn eye piece. The name really kind of was annoying. "I'm a spider, dude. Now…" He lifted his arm as if emphasizing a point; it was really the only part of him that he could move with out getting a jolt of pain "Who are you? And why'd you attack me? Not that I'm not used to it or anything, but ..I'm sure the costume heroes aren't your type."

Logan took his sweet time. relighting his cigar and taking a drag before looking down at the boy. "Doesn't matter who I am. And you'd be surprised who falls into the 'costumed heroes' category. Your coming with me kid. Chuck is gonna wanna deal with you personally."

"Ha! Like that would happen. I don't go anywhere with strangers…"

Peter grumbled something as he looked out of the plane widow. "I can't believe I'm going with you…" He stretched out in the plane's seat fiddling with the table tray. "Hey do you think we'll get an in flight movie?" He smirked looking in Logan's direction. "Maybe it will be Eight legged freaks..totally love that movie."

The older man snorted. He was slightly edgy because he wasn't a huge fan of flying...and he couldn't smoke. "You actually liked that movie? What a piece of crap. And what can I say? I'm a very persuasive person."

"Persuasive? You picked me up put me in a taxi and made me change on the way here by claw point. Yeah…that is some persuasion skills you got there buddy. You'd give Rhino a run for his money with that attitude…" Peter leaned back clearly becoming bored. He was a very active young man and right now it was showing. He was behaving more like a cooped up three year old than the sixteen year old teenager he was. He stole a quick glance in Logan's direction before finding interest in the back of the seat in front of him. "Logan…" he said drawing out his sentence. "Are we there yet?"

"Have you felt the wheels touch the ground yet?" The man growled, briefly wondering if it would matter to Xavier if he brought the kid back dead. He really need a cigar...

Logan stood there chewing his cigar as he stood in front of Xavier. "All right I brought you your annoyance...can I disappear for awhile now? Its getting a bit of a strain..."

"Strain?" questioned Xavier with a hidden twinkle in his eye. He had already read Logan's thoughts as well as their guests the moment they had entered the establishment. The plane ride seemed to be taxing on Logan, but then again Xavier had excepted it. "I thought you would quite enjoy the company." He smiled leaning back in his wheelchair. "Don't worry, Logan. He is in Hank's care now. If he is a truly like us, we should know in a matter of hours."

"Thank God. And if he is...who are you going to set to train the pes- I mean new meat out of curiosity?"

Xavier chuckled as he wheeled himself toward his book shelf. " Why you of course.."

Logan choked slightly. "You have GOT to be kidding me Chuck...THAT kid?"

"Why yes, Logan. You two have so much in common. I figured you'd be fast friends."

Peter rubbed his sore arm as he sat down inside of the large wooden desk. Already these people had taken five or six blood sample from him, which to him was more than enough to make a whole factory of little spiders from cloning. The bald man behind the desk smiled at him in a sad manner; was there something wrong with him? Was he really that bad to be around? "Ok..I've been around enough people to know that look ain't good. So..what is the verdict? Am I like you or not?"

Peter didn't even try to curb the snap in his voice as he leaned forward supporting his head with his hand. Xavier sighed shaking his head in a negative manner. "I'm sorry, Peter. You aren't a mutant…"

"Then what am I?" Peter felt his heart beat quicken. Was he really that much of a freak that the mutants felt prejudice against him.

"I don't know, Mr. Parker, but I'm afraid you can not join the X-Men."