Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Ultimate Spider-Man, Marvel does. I watched episode ten yesterday and I wanted to expand on the episode. So enjoy. Also I like Saber Tooth/Victor Creed from Wolverine Origins better, so I'm using the Liev Schreiber version. Cause his is so much more bad ass.
Freaky Friday
Chapter Five
Peter Parker P.O.V.
"What a day, I'm so beat!" I yawn.
I trudge to my bathroom and start my shower.
As I put my suit in my dirty clothes hamper, I sniff my mask.
Eww! Okay Wolvrine was right.
My suit sinks! Hmmm . . . I wonder weather S.H.I.E.L.D. has a dry cleaning service?
I'll have to check that out otherwise I'll be the ultimate sink boy, and defeat my many foes with smelling bad.
I showered quickly wanting to just fall into bed and go to sleep for a long time.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened my bathroom door.
My bed room was dark. And I didn't turn off the light. So who did?
I stand awkwardly in the door way.
"Um . . . Aunt May? Hello? This better not be you Nova!" I call out.
Bucket head had snuck into my room once with a chicken, a feather boa, and some fire works.
But you really don't want to know about that. It still gives me shivers.
Something moved out of the corner of my eye.
The lights flick on.
I scream rather wimpily and jump onto my ceiling.
"Hello little runt!" Sabertooth says cheerily.
"Do mind?! I'm having me time." I shout at him.
"Get out of my room! Why do people always bug me when I have to do Landry or shower? It's always robbing banks, or taking over New York City." I rant mostly to myself.
Sabertooth just stands there unimpressed.
"Aren't you gonna ask me, why I'm here?"
"Umm . . . Not really cause I don't really care. Besides S.H.I.E.L.D. Has cameras outside my house. So I'd get going if I were you." I bluff.
"I know but I'll be gone before they show." Sabertooth clenches his claws and grins.
I make a very embarrassing noise out of fear.
"I want you to give a message to my baby brother the next time you see him." Sabertooth picks at a poster on my wall.
"Baby brother? But Wolvrine said you were crazy and you're not really brothers." I ask confused.
"Stupid memory loss." Sabertooth cruses and rolls his eyes.
"I mean now that I look at you, you do look like your related to Wolverine. Same dark hair and eyes, and you're both feral mutants. But not close enough to be brothers. Unless you're half-brothers?" I look closely from my ceiling at Sabertooth and compare his face to Wolverine's face.
"Yeah, that's cause we are half-brothers. Now about my message, tell Jimmy that he needs to quit the X-men. Mags is planing something big and he needs to lay low. And he's getting sloppy." Sabertooth stares at him.
I laughs.
"Wow! For a second there I thought you sounded worried about Wolverine. Wolverine told me that you two are mortal enemies and I don't buy this, whatever this is." I jumps put of the way as Sabertooth snarls and swipes at me.
"Why not just tell him yourself, or another mutant? I met him for like one day, I doubt he'd listen to me."
Sabertooth shrugs.
"When you switch bodies with someone, you either bond or hate each other. And I don't trust the X-men or S.H.I.E.L.D. to deliver my message without editing it. And you're a good honest kid, I trusted you'd tell Jimmy my message without changing it."
"But I read your file, you are always trying to kill or harm Wolverine." I says accusingly.
"Yeah well, what siblings don't want to kill each other? And I'm just toughing my baby brother up, he's a bleeding heart. And it's not like he'd die, we both have healing factors. Look Jimmy's family and the only person who gets to kill, hurt or tease him is me." Sabertooth points to himself with a thumb.
"Wow, that deserves a award for the best brother of the year." I clap.
"So if I say yes. I'll give the message to your 'baby brother' will you leave?" I frown.
"Yeah, I'll leave. You're lippy one, I'm surprised my brother liked you." Sabertooth grumbles.
"Call S.H.I.E.L.D and get the contact for the X-men mansion. Talk to Jimmy on the phone then I'm gone." Sabertooth nods.
"Fine lets do this." I pull out my cell phone to call S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Umm . . . Hi, look can you give me the phone number to the X-men mansion?" I ask Nick.
"Parker why do you want that Number?" Nick is on guard like always.
"Well Wolverine broke some of my stuff and I want to call him so I can charge him." I lie as convincingly as I can.
Nick sighs and I can almost hear the eye roll.
"Fine here it is." Nick rattles off the number.
"Thanks Nicky." I hang up before Fury can assign me extra training.
I type the number into my phone.
I wait for the phone to pick up.
"Um like hello?" A girl's voice says.
"Yeah, hi. I need to talk to Wolverine. Tell him it's Peter Parker." I tell the girl.
"Like, why do you need to talk to him?" The valley girl asks.
"Because I do, just put Logan on the line." I say impatiently.
"Like fine, you grumpy cat." The girl screeches for Logan made me and Sabertooth cringe.
"Ugh! I'm so glad I don't live with that girl." I mutter.
"That's why I'm a loner." Sabertooth shutters.
"Teenagers! And Jimmy willingly stays there."
"What do you want kid?" Logan asks gruffly into the phone.
"So I have a message from your pussy cat friend." Sabertooth hisses at my choice of words.
"It's, tell Jimmy that he needs to quit the X-men. Mags is planing something big and he needs to lay low. And he's getting sloppy. That's word for word." I tell Logan.
"Yeah that right? Well tell Vicky that he can go fuck himself! And I want a rematch in Canada. And if anyone sloppy, its that fur ball." The phone hung up.
"He said that you should go fuck yourself, and leave me alone so I can dress and go to sleep. And he wants a rematch in Canada." I yawn.
"And you're a sloppy fur ball. Good night." I walk to my bathroom and change into my bed clothes.
I walk out.
"You're still here? I think you're becoming attached to me. Better leave now before I make you my science buddy. And we start having sleep overs."
"Hey kid thanks I own you one. If you ever need a favor. Just ask, see you around bug." Sabertooth salutes then jumps out of my window and runs on all four down my street chuckling, that's right he was chuckling.
That is one guy who will be the crazy cat guy that lives on his own and mounts his victims on his wall. I'm never going to ask a favor from that guy that's for sure.
"This was the weirdest friday ever." I mumble as I climb into my bed.

End.