Professor Xavier was startled from the book he was reading by a blip on the radar that was part of Cerebro's tracking system. He telepathically called the X-Men to him. "It appears that a spacecraft has crashed off the coast of Bayville," he reported. "Woah, a UFO?" Evan said excitedly. "I'm afraid not," Professor X replied, "It seems to be one of ours. But I believe we should check it out."
In no time at all, the X-Men had arrived at the docks, where a group of fishing boats had pulled the shuttle to shore. But they were having trouble opening the door on the top of it. Logan stepped through the crowd and, before anyone could recognize the claws that popped out of his hand, slashed open the lock on the hatch. He immediately regretted it, as the door burst open and three people spilled out onto the beach.
Spyke didn't recognize the human man, who might have been dead by the looks of him, but being a native New-Yorker, he'd know the other two anywhere. Spider-Man and Venom. The group of onlookers turned to a stampede trying to escape as Venom's assault on the webslinger spilled out into the crowd.
Logan hadn't heard much about Spider-Man or Venom, but he knew them by sight. Not that it mattered, because before another thought could cross his mind he was in the battle. Spider-Man, for his part, took a chance and fought alongside the weirdo with the metal claws, praying that he was on his side. Heck, this guy might even be a superhero, he thought to himself as Wolverine took on Venom and gave him a moment to breathe.
As Venom flung Wolverine against the side of the spacecraft, the hull of which had been charred black upon re-entry, Spidey launched a handful of his sonic projectiles. But, to his surprise, they seemed to affect the one with the claws just as much as they hurt Venom's symbiotic better half. Wolverine cringed, then roared, as his superhuman hearing was assaulted by the sound waves.
Not really sure who was friend or foe, Cyclops blasted Venom into oblivion, splattering the already loosened symbiote all over the bay as the impact of the shot knocked Venom into the water. Jean rushed over to the third man that had been in the shuttle. He had been badly injured, but showed signs of life. At Jean's slight telepathic prodding, John Jameson's eyes fluttered open.
Spidey went to help Wolverine, who had taken a hard bump from Venom, but was surprised when he was unhurt. "Howdy, name's Spider-Man, what planet am I on?" Logan's ticked-off expression didn't change. "I hope old Tall, Dark and Slimey didn't give you the wrong idea," he continued, "I'm the good guy." "If that's the toughest bad guy ya got, you must not be from around here."
"Don't take Venom so lightly," Spider-Man said, pointing toward the drink, "He's got more lives than the Black Cat." "Bub, I wrote the book on hard-to-kill," Logan replied. The pained moans of John Jameson distracted the men from their friendly conversation.
After Jameson had been taken to the Xavier Institute sick bay, the Professor got the chance to talk to the wall-crawler in private. "You've been gone for quite a while," he began, "And I understand that New York hasn't been the same without you." But Spidey was reluctant to talk. "No offense, Professor, but I don't know how much you know about me and I'm not about to tell you my life story either."
"We are the X-Men," Xavier replied. Spider-Man thought it sounded like a well-rehearsed catchphrase. "Mutants who protect both our own kind and humans from those of us who have a more violent view of the world." So they were superheroes. Sensing Spider-Man's apprehension, Xavier concluded with, "You're among friends here, and until your friend recovers, we'd be more than happy to have you as part of the team."
"YES! We get to team up with Spider-Man!" Evan Daniels shouted, jumping out from where he had been eavesdropping. Talking at near-Quicksilver speed, Spyke finally got to tell his childhood hero how much he looks up to him, etc. "Now, now, Evan," the Professor interrupted, "I'm sure our guest would like some rest after his journey home. Why don't you show him to his--" Evan had already dragged Spidey halfway upstairs.
The next morning, Peter Parker stumbled out of his room, down the hallway, and found the bathroom. Upon splashing cold water on his face and yawning, he realized that he had no idea where he was. "Oh yeah, 'We are the X-Men,'" he told himself, mimicking the Professor's voice.
He turned on the hot water in the shower and peeled off his shirt when Kitty Pryde phased through the door. They bumped into each other and screamed at the same time. Peter jumped back, slipped on the floor, and smacked his head against the wall. Kitty staggered back through the door just as she had entered. Being caught without his costume, Peter reached for his wrist only to discover that his watch, and thus his nano-tech quick change costume, were gone.
"It's OK," he heard Kitty say through the door, "It's no big deal that you don't have your mask on. You're like, among friends," she said, repeating one of Professor X's lines. "Sorry, masked man reflexes," he said, cautiously opening the door and stepping out. "You can go first." Kitty had already slammed the door in his face before he finished the sentence.
Man, she didn't even trigger my Spider-Sense, he thought as he went back to his room. Of course, she also walked through a solid door, if that was any indication of how weird these X-Men were going to be.
In no time at all, the X-Men had arrived at the docks, where a group of fishing boats had pulled the shuttle to shore. But they were having trouble opening the door on the top of it. Logan stepped through the crowd and, before anyone could recognize the claws that popped out of his hand, slashed open the lock on the hatch. He immediately regretted it, as the door burst open and three people spilled out onto the beach.
Spyke didn't recognize the human man, who might have been dead by the looks of him, but being a native New-Yorker, he'd know the other two anywhere. Spider-Man and Venom. The group of onlookers turned to a stampede trying to escape as Venom's assault on the webslinger spilled out into the crowd.
Logan hadn't heard much about Spider-Man or Venom, but he knew them by sight. Not that it mattered, because before another thought could cross his mind he was in the battle. Spider-Man, for his part, took a chance and fought alongside the weirdo with the metal claws, praying that he was on his side. Heck, this guy might even be a superhero, he thought to himself as Wolverine took on Venom and gave him a moment to breathe.
As Venom flung Wolverine against the side of the spacecraft, the hull of which had been charred black upon re-entry, Spidey launched a handful of his sonic projectiles. But, to his surprise, they seemed to affect the one with the claws just as much as they hurt Venom's symbiotic better half. Wolverine cringed, then roared, as his superhuman hearing was assaulted by the sound waves.
Not really sure who was friend or foe, Cyclops blasted Venom into oblivion, splattering the already loosened symbiote all over the bay as the impact of the shot knocked Venom into the water. Jean rushed over to the third man that had been in the shuttle. He had been badly injured, but showed signs of life. At Jean's slight telepathic prodding, John Jameson's eyes fluttered open.
Spidey went to help Wolverine, who had taken a hard bump from Venom, but was surprised when he was unhurt. "Howdy, name's Spider-Man, what planet am I on?" Logan's ticked-off expression didn't change. "I hope old Tall, Dark and Slimey didn't give you the wrong idea," he continued, "I'm the good guy." "If that's the toughest bad guy ya got, you must not be from around here."
"Don't take Venom so lightly," Spider-Man said, pointing toward the drink, "He's got more lives than the Black Cat." "Bub, I wrote the book on hard-to-kill," Logan replied. The pained moans of John Jameson distracted the men from their friendly conversation.
After Jameson had been taken to the Xavier Institute sick bay, the Professor got the chance to talk to the wall-crawler in private. "You've been gone for quite a while," he began, "And I understand that New York hasn't been the same without you." But Spidey was reluctant to talk. "No offense, Professor, but I don't know how much you know about me and I'm not about to tell you my life story either."
"We are the X-Men," Xavier replied. Spider-Man thought it sounded like a well-rehearsed catchphrase. "Mutants who protect both our own kind and humans from those of us who have a more violent view of the world." So they were superheroes. Sensing Spider-Man's apprehension, Xavier concluded with, "You're among friends here, and until your friend recovers, we'd be more than happy to have you as part of the team."
"YES! We get to team up with Spider-Man!" Evan Daniels shouted, jumping out from where he had been eavesdropping. Talking at near-Quicksilver speed, Spyke finally got to tell his childhood hero how much he looks up to him, etc. "Now, now, Evan," the Professor interrupted, "I'm sure our guest would like some rest after his journey home. Why don't you show him to his--" Evan had already dragged Spidey halfway upstairs.
The next morning, Peter Parker stumbled out of his room, down the hallway, and found the bathroom. Upon splashing cold water on his face and yawning, he realized that he had no idea where he was. "Oh yeah, 'We are the X-Men,'" he told himself, mimicking the Professor's voice.
He turned on the hot water in the shower and peeled off his shirt when Kitty Pryde phased through the door. They bumped into each other and screamed at the same time. Peter jumped back, slipped on the floor, and smacked his head against the wall. Kitty staggered back through the door just as she had entered. Being caught without his costume, Peter reached for his wrist only to discover that his watch, and thus his nano-tech quick change costume, were gone.
"It's OK," he heard Kitty say through the door, "It's no big deal that you don't have your mask on. You're like, among friends," she said, repeating one of Professor X's lines. "Sorry, masked man reflexes," he said, cautiously opening the door and stepping out. "You can go first." Kitty had already slammed the door in his face before he finished the sentence.
Man, she didn't even trigger my Spider-Sense, he thought as he went back to his room. Of course, she also walked through a solid door, if that was any indication of how weird these X-Men were going to be.