A story of Spider-man, learning a certain blonde telepathic mutant with a killer body had at some point in the past messed with his mind and he found out.

Now we go from there.

This is set a bit after the events of Amazing Spider-man Issue #654, where Jameson's wife, Marla Jameson, is killed by Alistar Smythe. When Peter had set off that pulse generator thing to destroy the 'spider-sense' Smythe gave his army, and his own as well, Peter's mind got scrambled too and a series of previously ignored and at times forgotten Psi-blocks in his head cracked and something got through.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters seen, mentioned or used.

Logan had noticed something was off about Peter when he stepped into the Avengers Mansion's kitchen and saw the motor mouth web head sitting at the kitchen's island counter, alone, staring off into the distance.

At least he seemed to be, the man's mask was covering his face, something he'd started doing a lot lately since the death of Jameson's wife, Marla.

The usually chatty twerp had been uncharacteristically quiet, well he's been quiet before, usually when something big like what happened with Jameson's wife and the Spider Slayers, happened. But it's been over two weeks now and normally by this point the wall crawler would've at least made some sort of grim and inappropriate joke that'd leave others looking at him funny.

'Maybe her death hit him harder than we thought.' Logan considered before he shrugged and made his way to the fridge for something to drink.

If the kid was bothered by something he'll either figure it out himself or-

"Do you still talk to the guys in San Francisco?"

Logan paused as he was opening the fridge and glanced over his shoulder towards Peter, his mask was still down, leaving his expression unreadable to the Mutant. Logan stared at him for a moment before he slowly nodded, curious as to where the kid was going with this.

"Some of them, why?" he asked, closing the fridge and leaning against it, his arms folded across his chest.

"You think you can get me there?" Peter asked, shifting in his seat and resting his arms on the counter, his mask's lenses narrowing slightly "I need to talk to someone about something. It's… it's important."

"Is that right?" Logan quirked a brow at this while he mentally ran through a list of the Mutants still with Scott in San Fransico that had any sort of ties to Parker.

Aside from Scott, and maybe Ororo, Logan couldn't think of anyone that Peter had any sort of history with, at least outside the occasional team up in the past.

"There a particular reason why you want to talk to any one of Scott's people?" Logan asked "I don't know if you've noticed, but we ain't exactly on speaking terms."

Peter was silent for a time as he stared at the feral Mutant with those, blank white lenses of his. Logan always hated masks; it made it hard for him to see what was going on in people's heads, especially this brat. Of course, he probably didn't want to know what was going on in there, his sanity might be at stake, but it'd make talking to him a little easier.

"It's… *SIGH, I don't know honestly. It's complicated." Peter said with slumped shoulders before he took a deep breath and continued "Back when I set off that bioelectric-magnetic pulse, and fried Smythe's Slayer Swarm, it fried my spider-sense. Tore it to shreds. Took my brain, tossed it in a blender and hit the puree button."

"Sounds painful." Logan said.

And he meant it, he knows what it's like to have hid mind tossed around.

"It was… something." Peter nodded slowly, his gaze focused on something behind Logan before his head turned ever so slightly so he was looking at the X-men again "While my brain was being wrecked, I think… I think it undid some things in it."

At this, Logan's eyes narrowed as a sinking feeling began to take root in his mind "Like what?"

"I'm… I'm starting to remember things and people I've never seen before. People, places," Peter said as he suddenly let out a shuddering breath "You know I've been doing this since I was fifteen, practically a kid still, right?"

"I do." Logan nodded, okay, not what he was originally thinking, but still unnerving.

"Well… I…" Peter began before he stopped himself, unsure if he should reveal something that's been bothering him for years now.

He's never told anyone about it, partly embarrassment… but mostly fear.

'Just… just get it out Peter.' The wall crawler thought with a sigh before he mustered all the courage he had and looked the Wolverine dead in the eye "Logan… I can't remember almost half of my life during that time."

At this, both of Logan's brows shot up and he pushed himself off the fridge "Whatddya mean?"

"Like… like I can remember getting bitten by the spider, the first few months after as my time as Spider-man, but then it's… it's like a blank, you know? Like, I can't remember anything. Far as I can tell, this blank period, it lasts like, five months. FIVE MONTHS, Logan." Peter said with a twinge of fear in his voice "Like, there's small periods I can recall now, bits and pieces, but none of what I'm remembering makes sense."

"And you think someone over in Scott's camp is responsible?" Logan asked, his brow furrowed.

Well, that shortened the list of who Peter likely wanted to talk to.

Significantly.

Peter let out a sigh as he rested his head in his hands for a moment before dragging them down his face "At first, I thought it was just a result of brain damage. All the hits to the head I've taken over the years, and I've taken a lot. But this, this was different. It's like whenever I tried to think back to those times, I'm hitting a wall. Like literally a wall that won't let me through no matter how hard I try."

"If this is true, why haven't you said anything until now?" Logan questioned "You mean to tell me at any point you never thought "Gee, that blank period in my memories' a little odd, maybe I should talk to someone about it'."

"I thought of it." Peter admitted with a frustrated sigh "Asking someone like Jean to see if she knew why this blank space was in my head. But… but I always chickened out. Part of the reason was… I thought maybe she had something to do with it. Or Xavier."

"What?" Logan looked at Peter with an incredulous expression "Why'd you think that?"

"At first I thought it was because maybe I came across the X-men back then doing something and they didn't want me to remember. Like, maybe they found a Mutant at my school who didn't want to go with them, they realized I found out and decided to wipe my mind of the whole thing. I don't know!"

It wouldn't have been the first time either one had done something like that. Though Perter always figured it was more Xavier's doing than Jean's.

"For a while I thought of confronting one of them, Jean at the very least, but a part of me was always scared about doing it. I mean, what if I had confronted either of them in the past and they just made me forget that time too?" Peter said as he rubbed his temples to stem the headache he was feeling, one that's been happening more and more as of late "So I just… I just decided to try and ignore it. I looked through the news at the very least during that time, asked around discreetly on what went down, and far as I could tell I never did anything bad. So, I thought it couldn't have been too serious of thing, at least I hoped it wasn't."

"You ever consider that what you did wasn't common knowledge?" Logan asked "I did plenty of things that never made the news."

"A few times…" Peter admitted "But… like I said, I'd chicken out every time I thought of bringing it up to Jean whenever I saw her. After a while, I just started to not care as much about it. Heck, I'd all but forgotten that it was even a thing and that it'd just be one of those little mysteries that I'll never get an answer to. Until…"

Until his spider sense was destroyed and his mind was nearly torn apart by the Neurowave Generator. Something had breached that barrier in his mind, it created a crack just big enough for something to slip through.

A name… Sophia, Sophia Sanduval.

Peter didn't know why, but that name, something about it put him at ease. It made him want to laugh, made him want to smile, to actually feel good about himself. But… it also left him feeling sad, lonely in a way, and it caused an ache in him that he's only ever felt a few times in his life.

With Uncle Ben… with Gwen.

He wasn't sure who it was, but Peter thinks that whoever this Sophia was, had died, and they were close with one another when it happened.

But there was something else he felt from that name, something that he didn't feel towards the name specifically, at least he didn't think it was.

Anger.

"I need to know what happened during those five months Logan." Peter said as he looked at the Wolverine with an almost pleading look under his mask "Something happened then, I don't know what it was, but I think it was bad. Like really bad, and I need to know what it is."

At this, Logan sighed as he reached up to pinch the ridge of his nose "You sure that's a smart idea kid? Ever consider YOU asked for whatever it was that happened to be blocked off like that?"

"It… it's crossed my mind a few times." Peter nodded, his gaze flickering down to his hands "That maybe whatever it was, it was so bad I couldn't deal with it, so, I had Jean or Xavier do their mental thing and help me forget."

But Peter couldn't explain it, but he knew, he KNEW that he didn't choose this to happen.

Which means this mind block, mind suppressant, mind whatever you wanted to call it was forced on him. And while Peter knew Xavier has dome some less then ethical mind wipes of his own, he was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt on this one, same one he was giving to Jean.

Which left him with two possible suspects on who could've been behind this. Psylocke, Peter thinks, wasn't even in America back then, and her telepathy wasn't as honed as it is today. Which only left one person that might've done this, someone that might've been in or at least around New York at the time given their affiliations at the time that would be strong enough to erect mental blocks like these.

Emma Frost.

…

Three hours later Peter was sitting co-pilot in the Quin Jet, with Logan on the controls.

"Soooo, what exactly did happen between you and Scott anyway?" Peter asked as he looked away from the passing clouds outside to see Logan was staring straight ahead, his gaze focused on some unseen landmark or destination "I heard you guts got into a fight, but that was about it."

Peter couldn't say he was exactly surprised they got into a fight, long as Peter has known either, Scott and Logan got along as well as oil and water. It's since simmered down since Jean's… well her death. But every once in a while, the two would butt heads about something, but it never went beyond some scathing remarks between the two.

It seemed the recent fiasco in Utopia was the breaking point.

"We had a differing of opinions on which road to take the last of Mutantkind down." Logan said with a frown on his face, "Scott wanted to turn the kids into soldiers. I didn't."

"Huh…" Peter sounded as he leaned back in his seat and stared out the cockpit's viewport "Long way from the guy I used to know."

Peter could never say he was especially close to Scott, not like Peter ended up being with the likes of Bobby and later on, Kitty. Scott always seemed the most serious of the group, and made it clear he didn't appreciate Peter's sense of humor the few times they teamed up with one another, or rather Peter happened to stumble into some sort of X-men business.

Logan hummed in agreement as the Quin Jet continued to carry them towards the West Coast-

"Wait, hold up a second!" Peter said as he sat upright and glanced at Logan with a suspicious look underneath his mask "You asked for permission to take this, right?"

Logan didn't respond, instead he made a few adjustments to the jet's speed and altitude, leaving Peter's lenses to widen in shock.

"You didn't, did you?" Peter said before he groaned and slumped back into his seat, his head cradled in is hands "Oh we are so very, very, very dead when we get back."

"We'll tell the others it was important." Logan shrugged "No need to go into details. If anyone has a problem with it… they can kiss my ass."

"Easy for you to say mister healing factor, claws and adamantium skeleton. And knows like, kung-fu!" Peter sighed.

Logan smirked at this before he adopted a more serious expression and glanced at Peter "So, how ya' gonna handle this? Just waltz in and demand answers from Emma?"

"Ehh, I figured I'd start off with using the bathroom when we land, I've had to go since we crossed the Mississippi and my bladder is reaching it's limit. After that? Crawl across their walls and ceiling for a few minutes and leave some dirty hand and footprints, then go see her and demand answers." Peter shrugged "Might have a misunderstanding with someone there and have a big ol' dramatic fight too. Haven't fought an X-men in a while, I think I'm overdue."

"Have fun with that, I'll be waiting in the jet." Logan said as he checked their location, they still had another thirty minutes before they reached San Francisco at their current speed.

"Oh, you're just gonna leave me all by my lonesome to take on Scott's X-men?" Peter said with a dry look aimed at the Mutant "Some teammate you turned out to be."

"Be lucky I'm flying you here at all, twerp. I could be back home by now, enjoying a nice drink and watching the game." Logan huffed.

Peter doubted that "Oh? And what game is on at two in the morning?"

"The last good game of soccer this world had ever seen, West Germany versus France, FIFA World Cup, nineteen eighty-two." Logan said with a fond smile "Finally tracked down an original recording of the game and I intend to watch it."

"Since when are you a soccer fan?" Peter blinked in surprise at this "I thought you only liked Hockey?"

Logan rolled his eyes at this "I can like more than two sports."

"But soccer's… soccer! And you're… you!" Peter explained.

"What the hell does that mean?" Logan glared at the wall crawler.

"Oh, where to begin with you?" Peter scoffed "The little man syndrome, drinking, chain smoking, the smell!"

"I will turn this jet around!" Logan growled as he jabbed a finger in Peter's direction "And then you can find a way to get to Utopia yourself."

Peter grumbled at this and settled into his seat as the rest of the flight went by without issue. Eventually the lights of San Fransico came into view, causing Peter to perk up as Logan carefully flew the Quinn Jet towards Mutant Kind's last sanctuary on Earth.

"They're not gonna shoot us down, are they?" Peter asked nervously as they drew closer to the island.

"If they knew we were on here… probably." Logan smirked as he began the Quin Jet's descent.

Peter huffed at Logan's remark as he stood up from his seat and made his way towards the slowly opening rear ramp of the jet while Logan began to power down it's systems. Taking a moment to pause at the ramp's edge, the wall crawler glanced around the dark landing pad for a moment before gingerly hopping off and landing with a near silent 'thud'.

"Think anyone's up?" Peter asked as Logan emerged from the jet a few seconds later.

"Someone's always up around here." Logan nodded as he gestured for Peter to follow him.

The pair didn't make it twenty feet from the jet before they both heard a familiar voice speak up.

"Logan, what brings you back at this ungodly hour?"

The pair turned to see Utopia's leader, Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock, known to the rest of the world as Psylocke, emerge from the shadows. She was wearing only a simple grey shirt, black sweatpants and a pair of dark blue, fuzzy slippers, her purple hair was in slight disarray. To the two Avengers, it looked like she just scrambled out of bed to come greet them.

"Betsy." Logan nodded while Peter waved at her.

"Hey Psylocke, how's things?" he asked as he did his best to not stare too long at her casual wear which seemed a little… strained in certain areas "Do any cool ninja things lately?"

"I'm fine and no, not recently." Betsy said, her gaze briefly flickering to Spider-man with curiosity before she focused on Scott "You're lucky Scott's not here at the moment. He'd have words to say to you."

"Lucky him." Logan scoffed, "We're not here to talk to him, it's Emma."

At this, Betsy's brow raised "Emma? What on Earth for?"

"I uh… I need to talk to her about something." Peter raised his hand nervously "Is she… is she here, or is she with Scott?"

Betsy's brow furrowed while Logan simply turned to stare at the masked vigilante for a moment, as if he was waiting for something. After a moment, Logan frowned and turned back to Betsy.

"So, is she here?" he asked.

"She is." Betsy said, her gaze flickering between the two "Before I wake her, can either of you tell me why it couldn't wait till morning? Better yet, just call instead?"

"It's a private matter. Between me and her. One I need to deal with in person." Peter said.

Betsy's gaze focused on Peter for a moment before she sighed and turned to lead them to Emma and Scott's room "Your funeral, she won't be happy you're waking her up this early."

"My heart bleeds over the fact her beauty sleep will be interrupted." Logan said as the two Avengers followed the telepathic ninja into Utopia's main compound.

'You gonna tell me what's going on?' Betsy asked Logan through a telepathic link.

'I'll wait till we get to Emma. I want to see something first, confirm somethin' that I've been having some suspicions about.' Logan replied.

The trio made their way through the relatively empty and dimly lit halls. With how late it was, Logan and Betsy didn't have to worry about running into anyone else. Eventually they reached the living quarters occupied by Scott and Emma, leading Betsy to signal them to stop as she sent a telepathic nudge to awaken Emma from her sleep.

"She's not going to be happy…" Betsy remarked, already sensing Emma's irritation as she was roused from her slumber "Still have a chance to leave."

"Yeah well, I forgot to pack my common sense and self-preservation, so I'm stuck with brash." Peter said as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"You sure you're up for this?" Logan asked, looking at Peter with a serious expression "I can do this for ya, get the answers you need, don't gotta be you."

"I'm a big boy Logan; I can tie my own shoes and use the potty like all the other grownups." Peter said with a nervous chuckle.

Logan gave Peter a deadpanned expression while Emma finally sent a less than pleased telepathic message to Betsy.

'Since I don't hear shouting, people dying, shooting or explosions, I'm sure you have a very good reason for waking me up at three twenty in the morning Elizabeth.'

Betsy winced at the sharpness of which the message was sent to her, "It's Logan, he brought someone that needs to speak with you. Apparently, it was urgent enough they came in the middle of the night instead of just giving us a call.'

'Who is it?' Emma snapped.

'Spider-man.'

Emma's telepathic presence receded slightly at this, and Betsy could sense she was surprised. Surprise quickly gave way to irritation and anger before it cooled into bitter resignation.

'Give me a minute to make myself presentable then send him in.' Emma said before she withdrew.

Betsy blinked in surprise at this, she expected Emma to tell her to get rid of them before returning to bed.

'This night just keeps getting better and better…' Betsy thought as she turned back to Logan and Spider-man to see they were bickering about something.

"-his suit doesn't work that way!" Spider-man insisted "If it did, he'd be bouncing all over the place like a basketball."

"His suit's made of the same crap Rogers's shield is, so he should be bouncing around." Logan countered with a huff.

"Even if that were the case, why would he wanna do that in the first place?" Spider-man replied, "His whole thing is being all catty and mysterious, not a bouncy ball."

"What are you two talking about?" Betsy asked with confusion.

"Cap's shield/T'Challa's suit." Spider-man and Logan said simultaneously.

Betsy blinked at this "Why?"

It was Spider-man that answered "Well, it started off with Logan here making a rather scathing remark about how and why Steve let me stay on the Avengers. I said it's because my wall crawling, web shooters and dashing good looks helped balance out the team. He then said I was a loudmouth nerd, which hurt my feelings mind you, and that me sticking to walls and stuff was pointless because Cap and BP, that's Black Panther by the way, could make up for me not being there. I said no they couldn't, and then Logan said they could because they can do all the bouncing around that I usually do in a fight, at least BP could, because of his suit. I then said no he can't, but then Logan mentioned that his suit was made of vibranium like Cap's shield is, which likes to defy the laws of physics with it's bouncing all over the place, which can totally be explained and broken down and-"

As Spider-man continued to prattle on, Betsy spared a glance at Logan who looked to be as equally put off with how much the web head was talking.

'Is he normally this… chatty?' Betsy asked Logan over a telepathic link 'I've fought alongside him before in the past, and heard the stories, but this… this is a bit more than I expected.'

'Nah, this is a bit much, even for him. Kid's scared as hell to talk to Emma, so he prattles on to keep himself distracted so he doesn't lose his nerve.' Logan explained, "Also, when something science-y pops up that he's into, it gets worse.'

'Well… at least that tongue of his is getting a good workout.' Betsy said with a ghost of a smile on her face as she refocused on Spider-man, who seemed unaware that she and Logan were communicating 'Probably how he can even keep a girl around.'

'He's not so bad when you get to know him a little more.' Logan said in a rare show of defense of the wall crawler.

Though Logan will admit, he could do with way less talking from the web head.

"-and it'd be completely impractical to make a suit that essentially turns you into a glorified bouncy ball. I mean, what if someone throws you into a small enclosed space? You'd just be bouncing back and forth until something gave, and the odds of that happening are gonna vary because of-" Spider-man would've kept going if Betsy had suddenly reached out and placed her hand over his mouth, silencing him.

"Breath." She said.

Peter loudly inhaled and exhaled through his nose before he reached up and removed Betsy's hand "Rude."

"You were prattling." Betsy said before she gestured towards Emma's door as it opened "She's ready to speak with you now. Keep it short, I have training with Laura in a few hours."

"Well now I'm gonna take my time." Spider-man said with an unseen scowl before he nervously glanced into Emma's room.

"Last chance kid. Doesn't have to be her that does it." Logan said.

Spider-man stood there for a moment, as if he was considering Logan's way out before he steeled his resolve and stepped into Emma's room. The door shut behind him with a sense of finality, leaving Betsy and Logan alone for the time being.

"You know, I've always found it amusing to see people hesitate to enter any room Emma's in." Betsy chuckled "Especially men."

"Those men are smart." Logan said.

"So, what is Spider-man's deal? Why's he want to talk to Emma?" Betsy asked.

"Kid found out a while back that he can't remember five months of his life when he was a teenager. Realized someone had intentionally messed with his mind." Logan revealed.

"And he thinks that someone was Emma?" Betsy frowned at this.

It this had happened when he was a teenager, and depending on his age when it happened specifically, it would likely line up from when Emma was with the Hellfire Club. Betsy couldn't help but wonder what it was that would lead to something like-

"Wait, how long has he known about this? His memory being affected by a telepath I mean." Betsy asked.

"He didn't specify when he realized it happened, but I'm willing to wager it was years ago based on some of the things he said." Logan stated.

Betsy's brows rose at this "And he's waited until now to see someone about this?"

"He told me he tried to figure it out on his own, but couldn't, so he just tried to ignore. Had for years until recently when… how'd he describe it? Oh, right, he called it a crack, it appeared in one of those blocks and he ended up remembering something. Now he wants answers, damn the consequences." Logan said.

Betsy's eyes narrowed at this as she glanced briefly at Emma's door "How peculiar…"

"And you know what I noticed?" Logan said as he reached down to his suit's belt and withdrew a small metal case. With a 'click', he opened it to reveal a single cigar and pulled it out "Not once did he bother asking YOU to undo the mental blocks. Could've saved us both the trouble of coming to wake up Frost, but no, he seemed determined to only talk to her about them. I asked him about talking to someone about it in the past when he brought this up to me, Jean, or even Xavier at the very least, but he claimed he always backed out, felt maybe one of the people he could've asked put them there themselves."

Betsy hummed at this "Most likely a telepathic suggestion to refrain from seeking help about the blocks from anyone… except Emma. Which, he seems to be unknowingly acting on."

"Yeah, screwing with someone's head, then leaving a little mental order telling them to eventually come crawling back to her to possibly undo instead of going to someone else? Sounds like her." Logan nodded in agreement "Question is though, why'd she do it in the first place?"

"Who knows with her." Betsy shrugged as she leaned against the wall and continued to cast occasional glances at the door "Maybe he got some of his webbing in her hair."

Logan's gaze flickered to Betsy at this "I hope you mean the stuff that comes out of his web shooter."

"He has three, which one do you think it was?" Betsy smirked, causing Logan to shiver "The ones on his wrist, or the… other one, that's a little lower?"

"I do not need that image in my head." Logan said as he placed the cigar in his mouth and searched his belt for his lighter before a loud crash from inside Emma's room stopped him.

Betsy and Logan's gazes flickered to Emma's door, half expecting to hear more. Betsy gently reached out to Emma's mind to see if the blonde Mutant needed help, but she was quickly driven back by a sharp prod from Emma along with a message.

'If I need assistance, I'll call for it.' Emma's curt remark echoed through both Betsy and Logan's mind.

"What do you think's going on in there?" Betsy nodded towards the door.

"Not sure honestly…" Logan said with a thoughtful look on his face as he took the cigar from his mouth and placed it back in it's case "Webs doesn't get angry like that easily. You can irritate him, but anger? Real, genuine rage? That's not so easy to bring out in him. Especially the kind that might lead him to act out… physically."

"Think Emma will be fine?" Betsy asked, curious as to whom Logan thinks would be in danger.

"Depends." Logan answered.

"On what?"

"How badly she pisses him off." Logan said before the door to Emma's room suddenly slid open and Spider-man strode out without a word, his body tense, his suit's lenses narrowed to slits.

Due to her proximity, Betsy could sense the anger rolling off the wall crawler, it was almost like a physical weight that hung in the air. She and Logan wisely stepped aside, allowing the vigilante to walk past, heading back down the hall they came from earlier.

"We'll see ourselves out." Logan gave Betsy a nod as he quickly followed after Spider-man.

Betsy watched them go for a moment before risking a glance into Emma and Scott's room. She expected to see Emma standing there smirking, having achieved some sort of victory against the wall crawling Avenger, or just simple irritation at having to be woken up at three in the morning and deal with the web head in the first place. Instead, Betsy was greeted to an unusual sight, one that left the purple haired telepath floored...

Emma Frost, the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club… staring at the departing forms of Spider-man and Logan with watery eyes.

Or rather, at Spider-man.

…

And done.

Next chapter, A Black Cat crosses Peter's path…