thank you everyone for the reviews the feed back and suggestions are always great. as for the question of the western I was watching when the idea for this story came up the original 1957 3 10 to yuma

"Hey Marek this kid kind of looks like you"

Peter was slowly coming to his senses catching muffled voices, the dry heat was making him dizzy and the burning pain in his chest was absolutely driving him insane, then it dawned on him he was seeing everything without the resolution from his mask lenses because he wasn't wearing it. As he tried to stand he found himself tied to a chair with a beautiful burnet woman with big brown eyes and a rifle on her lap along with a whip hanging on her waist "morning handsome feel like answering some questions?" she politely demanded.

As a man in a tan trench coat with a black hat and two 6 shooter revolvers on his belt walked in to the room, his facial features were extremely similar to Peter's only he seemed more edgy. "Alright kid talk who are you? And how you took both barrels of shotgun to the chest with only some serious bruising not to mention landing on your head from falling off the second floor landing and the goofy clothes!" he growled. Peter kept trying to break the ropes tied around him but his chest was hurting to much from the shotgun blast also the cowgirl with the rifle and devious smile was making him nervous,

"Where am I?" Peter groaned, scanning the room he was still a little out of it but he knew he was in trouble if his face was exposed. Marek grabbed a chair and sat in front of Peter slowly drawing his pistol and cocking the hammer, "I'll ask the question you answer the question no long speeches just straight to the point" he said sternly. Sasha stood up and closed the door behind them, now Peter was scared normally he'd snap the ropes and take them both out but he couldn't find the strength yet "my name is Spider-…" Marek placed the muzzle of the barrel between his legs "you're name not the identity of the mask you wear", "…my name is Peter Parker I'm from New York City and I survived a shotgun shot to the chest because my suit is bullet proof" he blurted out in one breath ("hey don't look at me like that when a somebody has a pistol pointed at your junk you answer the questions you'd do the same you know you would")

Marek stared at Peter for minutes on end in a mental debate trying to determine if Peter was telling the truth or just insane. While Peter continued to nervously stare at the pistol pointing at his manhood his communicator began beeping an alarm causing Sasha to jump to her feet rifle in firing position "wait! It's just my watch!" Peter cried cringing as he waited for the shot that killed him…but it never came, instead Sasha took his watch off and handed it to Marek who fumbled with the strange device in his hand the numbers read 5:30 Monday July 21, 2014 "so…time traveller eh? that's a new one Sasha cut him loose clean him up and get him some proper gear then meet us in down stairs" he said coolly.

"Time travel? Marek you realise..." Sasha trailed off as Marek left the room leaving her with Peter and her suspicions Marek knew something she didn't which always irritated her and then there was this boy who bore similar characteristics to Marek but was just a bit cuter. "You heard the man up you get kid" she ordered cutting the bonds and pulling Peter up off the chair,

"hey, hey easy on the goods I just got shot you know" Peter snapped as he was pretty much dragged to a cast iron tub with only a silhouette screen to serve as a change room.

"wash up and put these on so you blend in as opposed to that atrocious primary colored disaster you're wearing now" Sasha ordered throwing a black trench coat and hat at Peter, who was looking from the tub to the screen and back to Sasha, "Uhmmm do you mind?" he asked his voice cracking with nervous energy. Sasha shot him a smug smirk "awe are you shy?" before Peter opened his mouth she cut him off "tuff until the boss says different I'm your shadow so wash up before I wash you!"

"….was that a threat or are you coming on to me?" Peter laughed, Sasha shot him a scolding glare and cocked her rifle ("yikes and I thought Ava needed a sense of humor") "ok point taken I'm getting in the tub" he finished.

The water wasn't great or even warm for the matter and the fact that there was a stranger watching him added to the weirdness needless to say it was a quick bath, once he was out Peter re-dawned his suit along with his new clothes the coat hid his Spider-man suit while the hat did a good job concealing his mask ("the hat and coat I can deal with but the boots…ouch how do people walk in these?").

"not a bad look but as a general rule no masks in the house" Sasha said as she looked Peter over and handed him a pistol belt with 30 bullets packed through itwhen his face turned to a soured expression "oh don't tell me you have issues with guns" she groaned.

Peter put his mask in his pocket "I don't do guns let's just leave it at that"

Regardless of his protest Sasha forcefully put the belt on him "hey whoa at least buy me dinner first" Sasha pulled the belt as tight as she could, "if you want to survive here remember 2 things keep this close at all times 2ndly don't get on my bad side…and you're already pushing your luck" she finished.

("Ok she's worse than Ava")

Peter followed after Sasha down stairs where Marek was sitting at a bar with a blond haired teenager looking to be about Peter's age which was weird considering Marek and Sasha looked as if they were pushing early 20's "you sure it's a good idea brining a stranger into this? He's not exactly inspiring confidence Marek" the blond haired teen said. Marek poured two more glasses from a dusty old bottle, "I'll handle the kid you and Bart just concentrate on tracking shade before he gets too much of head start on us" he replied. The blond still seemed mistrusting of Marek's judgement on brining the kid into the team but didn't press the subject as Peter and Sasha joined them.

"Marek I'm ready to shoot him…he just doesn't shut up you would think his mouth would get tired but it doesn't" Sasha huffed as she sat down at the counter swiping the bottle from Marek and guzzling,

Marek smiled and shook his head as he waved Peter over to him "Colt, Peter" he said introducing the two teenagers. The two teenagers shook hands but didn't appear to trust one another "Colt go feed the horses, Peter you're coming with me to get your feet wet" Marek said.

They made their into the city streets which Peter marveled at he was still in New York just a different time the El train was just nearing completion, and the harbour full of ships "welcome to New York 1895" Marek chuckled. Peter stared in awe the city was so much different from his time no polluted air, congested traffic or sidewalks but the one thing he did notice he and Marek were only ones wearing western attire, "hey uh Marek why are we dressed in cowboy getups while everyone else isn't?" he asked.

Marek pulled his coat forward to better conceal his guns from the nearing police officers and tilted his hat to hide his face "because I'm not from here anymore, yeah sure I grew up here but when I was younger I was sent to live in Texas with my aunt and uncle and became a ranger…" Marek started losing strength in his voice and Peter knew that was all he was going to learn "ok life stories aside here's how things are going to work future boy or not this my team I call the shots, you take your orders from me understood?"

Peter nodded in agreement as Marek pulled him into a saloon "why are we here?" he asked, scanning the room there were girls dressed as peacocks making their ways around the tables even around Peter who was now getting red faced as 3 women circled and brushed up against him "how about a little fun sugar? I'm worth every penny" the first women whispered in his ear. Peter felt his temperature spike this was new for him being hit on even if they were call girls,

"sorry ladies this ones too young and too broke" Marek interjected before dragging Peter over to a table where a man sat with a bottle and cigar in his hands and his mutton chops nearly reaching the corners of his mouth "James thanks for coming" Marek greeted "just make it quick Parker" the man replied ("Parker?").

"I need a tracker"

"Why should I help you this time?"

"Because you owe me…" Marek leaned in to a whisper "…if I hadn't intervened the whole damn union army would have seen you and victor wake up after taking a Gatling shower remember" Marek's voice was cold and strict now but James didn't waiver only took a long drag on his cigar then looked to Peter "who's the runt?" he asked. Marek looked to Peter now and pursed his lips "a distant relative that's all you need to know" he replied.

James kept Peter fixed with a stoned glare "doesn't look like much even for a Parker"

Peter raised a questioning eyebrow this was becoming more intriguing and James seemed extremely familiar he just couldn't place his face. However Marek just smiled a trickster smile "feel free to test him…and you might not want to hold back he's a special breed of Parker" ("ok Marek is definitely up to something here"). James stood up and put his cigar out "you know how this goes Parker you want my help every man carries his own weight" he said with a gruff tone.

"Then test him James"

"Out back" James replied,

Peter nervously followed after Marek and James into a steel yard lots of vantage points for Spider-man to use but Peter didn't know if he should risk exposing himself. This whole test thing seemed a little random and yet planned,

"You said he's special?" a set of bones sprung from between his knuckles "lets see how Special!"

"WOLVERINE!" Peter gasped. Dodging the claws as the fight began even without the adamantium claws he was a fierce fighter Peter's spider sense kept him ahead of the game but his coat and boots were throwing off his balance, James finally hooked him and slammed him into a wall with such force Peter went through it.

"Kid you best start trying or else you're not going to last much longer this is after all the… proving grounds" Marek said.

Marek knows something about Peter without even being told the full story but how?

Sasha seems to be another one without a sense of humor and a temper.

how will Peter cope with this new building team and will he prove his worth in the "proving grounds?"

surprise Wolverines in the mix!