1 Spider-X

Opening scene night in New York city a mugger is stealing a woman's purse and ducks into an alleyway the woman chases him and screams for help when she hears the mugger scream and a loud crash. The woman turns the corner and sees the mugger webbed to the alley wall with her purse on the ground. Cut to Spider-Man. I see the woman get her purse and walk away safely. I swing my way through the city when I hear an alarm for a pawn shop nearby. I see gang members looting the place in a hurry with one pointing his gun at the employee angry that he sounded the alarm just before he shoots his gun, and the men run off I web up the gun and the looters see me a dark-suited Spider-Man. I make quick work of the gang members except for the gunman. I stand in front of the gunman and just say "Make better life choices" and quickly knock him out. the employee runs to the store phone to call for help saying some masked man is in his store confusing me for some rival gang member I swing off before the cops get there.

I land in my hideout, a foreclosed home, to call it a night and get some sleep. There is mold on the walls and floor and no working power or running water. I take off my mask and put it on the arm of the couch and stuff convenience store junk food in my mouth. It's the only thing I've eaten all day. I lay on the old broken couch with creaky box springs and a questionable stain and think about my day of getting yelled at by my dick of a boss Jameson for being 2 minutes late for work, reading the new stories I enter into the Daily Bugle website about increased gang activity, The rising mutant problem, and the loving title Spider-Man threat to public safety. "I should probably sue Jameson and his crappy newspaper. I wonder if Ramsey & Whedon would be willing to work pro bono for a homeless mutant trying to help his neighborhood." I am just about to go to sleep when I hear a noise from outside.

"Is it more homeless people looking for a place to crash like me?" Peter thinks to himself. I've dealt with this before by scaring them away and making them think this place is haunted so I can live in private, but I see outside from my broken window and there are several multi-colored individuals with matching jackets. "What the hell was that," Peter mumbles to himself. I see they are coming inside and hear their footsteps getting closer I quickly put back on my mask and climb on the ceiling as long as I'm quiet no one ever looks up. I see them enter the room and see them more clearly there are six of them in total. A tall man wearing a red visor, a red-headed woman, a young girl with short brown hair, a wild and animal looking man, and a blue man that looked like a literal animal, all following a bald man in a wheelchair. The brown haired girl says "No ones hear are you sure this is it?". The tall man with some kind of 80's style visor says "Maybe he left and was just here?" Then the man in the wheelchair says "He's here he's just shy" and looks up at me and says "You can come down now".

If I wasn't wearing my mask they would see the most stunned expression on my face. A million questions race through my mind; who is this man? How did he know I was there? Were they looking for me? I see all twelve eyes look up at me and all I can say is "How?"

"Come down and I'll explain everything," said the man in the wheelchair. Still, in shock, I manage to climb down and the man in the wheelchair rolls forward and introduces himself. "Hello young man my name is Charles Xavier and these are my X-Men."

"Hello," said the brown haired girl, still processing. I just stare and asses this foreign situation.

"We've heard great things about you and have come to offer you a better life," said Xavier.

"Great things," replied Spider-Man, "Now I know you're up to something". "Look, Charles, was it? I don't know you and I don't want whatever it is your selling so you and your sailor scouts can leave".

"Hey!" Said the brown-haired girl "You can at least hear him out before you outright reject the idea of joining"

"Joining?," said Spider-Man "What are you some kind of mutant band?". "Well if you let me finish I would have told you we are a pro-mutant special operations group," said Charles.

"We train and teach young mutants and deal with mutant threats in this country". Said the tall man.

"Basically we take in mutant punks and kick ass," said the wild man. "Right?" said Spider-Man "Cause that's legal"

"Listen Peter we might have gotten off on the wrong foot allow me to reintroduce ourselves. I'm-"

"Wait!" said Peter "How do you know my name?"

"Excuse me," said Charles

"My name last I checked it wasn't tattooed across my forehead so how do you know me?" said Peter

"Lucky guess," said Charles with a playful smile.

"No you all are obviously mutants, and you knew I was here even before you entered the room and you know my name though I've never said it, are you a telepath?!".

"You say it like it's a bad thing," said the red-headed woman.

"It is a bad thing if you all have been reading my mind this entire time." said Peter

"listen calm down Peter".

"Don't say my name like were close you broke into my home you read my mind and try and get me to join your cult, no get out all of you!".

"Peter I- ", said Charles

"What did I just say stop saying my name, you know what screw it I'm leaving!" I Leaped over the X-Men and landed on the windowsill. "I'm never joining your cult you psychic bastard!" said Peter as he leaped into the night sky web swinging away.