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Pairings: None at the moment!

Summary: Peter Parker always assumed his Spider sense resulted from the bite of a radioactive arachnid. Never did he dream that it was actually the product of an X-gene mutation. SpidermanXMenEvo crossover! Mutant!Peter

A/N: I don't really know a lot about Spider-Man or X-men, though I did watch all four seasons of Evolution a few weeks back. Sooo, no promises on cannon, especially concerning Peter Parker. Will probably be completely rewriting his background! However, I do respect the original comic/cartoon writers, so I may put a little background section in the beginning if I wish to allude to anything!

Background Info:

About a year Post X-Men Evo Season 4

Spider-Tracers – small electronic tracking devices attuned to Peter's Spider sense

Spiderman's powers – caused by a radioactive spider, that in turn caused Peter's body to become radioactive, along with gain some mutant arachnid DNA

Peter' s interning at Doc Connor's lab.

Spider Sense 1

He remembers the spider biting him. How sick he got afterwards. The power he gained the next day.

Uncle Ben dying in his arms.

He remembers his first year as Spiderman, swinging through the skies of New York for the first time, snagging his first criminals, fighting his first super-villain. The memories, they all seemed so far away.

It had been a full two years since then, and he'd both made a name for himself and fought is own share of rouges: the Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, Mysterio. However, he'd made quite a few friends along the way; the Fantastic Four, Daredevil, Ironman, Doc Connors (when he wasn't in Lizard form, that is).

But for now it was time to take a break. Peter was seventeen and needed to start thinking about his future, college, a life after spandex shorts and web-shooting bracelets. Besides, New York had enough superheroes protecting it by now, that it wouldn't miss a little spider.

Besides, the "Hero or Menace" thing Jameson kept spouting was getting a little old.

With great power comes great responsibility. It was a phrase Peter would keep with him for life. But at the moment, his responsibilities to his family and himself were trumping his responsibility as a costumed vigilante. Aunt May's health was failing and he was already working three part time jobs along with acting as a freelance photographer for the Bugle while simultaneously trying to stay afloat as a junior in high school. He couldn't handle being Spiderman too. He needed to take a break to get his life back in order.

So he did.

XXX

"And that's it!" Peter cried triumphantly and throwing up his hands. Snapping one last piece in place, he spun around on his chair, before letting out a yelp of surprise as he came face to face with Doctor Curt Connors.

"While I don't mind you using my lab, Peter, would you care to explain what exactly you're doing?" the doctor asked, raising an eyebrow good humouredly. Then, spotting the small metal device the teen was working on, he looked intrigued. "Making on more spider tracers? I thought you said you were quitting with the tights?" Setting down a stack of files he'd been carrying, the Doc picked the device off Peter's desk and examined it closely, before settling him with a look. It appeared to be just like an ordinary tracer, small and metallic with little spider legs sticking out the side, though now that he was holding it in his hands, he noticed it to be slightly different.

"I am," Peter responded, taking the piece back from Connors and turning towards the table to pick up a piece of string. "This is just something I made to make sure I do just that." Threading the string through a metal loop at the top of the device, Peter turned the miniature arachnid into a makeshift amulet. At Curt's questioning expression, though, he continued. "Look, stepping down as New York's resident web-head isn't gonna be easy for me. With my luck, I'm gonna see a lot of crime that I'm going to want to step in and stop. Therefore, I modified this Spider Tracer so I can't." Pressing a button on the device's underside, a small blue light lit up. Holding it up triumphantly, a wide grin spread across his features. "This is going to act as a makeshift power dampener to repress my superhuman abilities, thus making sure I can't play the superhero to moment things get out of hand."

Connors' face contorted into a frown, as he considered the piece thoughtfully. "Let me guess. The device somehow works to suppress the radiation that your body's been giving off ever since you got your mutant powers?" he asked, honestly intrigued. Peter blinked.

"Uhhh… Yeah. I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, since I asked Mr. Fantastic for a bit f help to create it, but it's supposed to do something along those lines." he shrugged. "Now all I got to do is test if it works." Walking up to a nearby wall, he placed a hand to the surface and tried to see if he could get a grip. He couldn't. "Guess it does," he said, smiling again.

"Not that I'm questioning your choices, Peter, but are you sure suppressing your powers is a smart thing to do? Trouble seems to follow you wherever you go." The doctor rested a concerned hand on the boy's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "What if you need them?"

"Not a problem," Peter replied reassuringly. "With a press of a button I can turn them back on anytime I want." To demonstrate, the teen pressed a switch on the amulet again. The soft blue light on the piece faded out to be replaced with an equally soft red. Resting a hand back against the wall, he quickly scaled the surface, stopping to throw the doctor a small grin.

Connors nodded, but stopped as he caught sight of the clock next to the spot Peter where Peter had stopped. "Speaking of time, Pete, do you realize how late it is?" Looking to his right, the boy let about a gasp. Pressing the button again, the boy was back on the ground in a flash, waving his friend a quick goodbye as he sprinted out the door, hoping to catch a bus and make it home before his aunt began to wonder why he was late for dinner.

Meanwhile, in a mansion somewhere in Bayville, the supercomputer known as Cerebro began to blink. A new mutant had been found.

XXX

It'd been a week since Peter had abandoned his shtick as Spidey, and things were going great. Well, at least close to great; things had been relatively normal, and that's about all the teen could ask for. Sure Jameson had hounding him for more pictures of the infamous red and blue hero, but seeing as he'd not made any public appearances as of late, he'd been able to mount a believable defense for his empty hands and blank film. Also, in that time, the boy had been able to refocus on his grades, which had slipped a bit during his time as a vigilante, allowing him to ace a few midyear exams and increase his standings in a couple of his classes. He'd even had time to reconnect with a few friends he'd neglected over the past two years. Yes, life was surely returning to that of the mundane. The super… boring… mundane…

By now, Peter should have known better than to complain. Every time he did, the universe made him regret it, as that very afternoon, the very same one during which Peter was thinking that being a plain old high school student was just a bit too dull for his tastes, trouble arrived on his doorstep. Or, more accurately, in the middle of a busy city street manifested in the form of several pumpkin bombs.

A new villain, the Hob Goblin, was on a rampage, tearing up the city and itching for a fight. Peter had only ever fought him once, but knew the man behind the mask was certifiably insane. However, he vowed not to get involved.

"Where is the Spider?" cackled the orange figure insanely, obviously trying to bait Spiderman into coming out. "Where is he? Come on Spidey! Dontcha want to play?"

Unfortunately for the villain, Peter didn't rise to his taunts. With his suppressor glowing a soft blue, he instead made to play the role of frightened civilian. Though his inner hero was screaming for him to jump into action, Peter knew he needed to walk away. If he didn't make it to the subways fast he'd be late for his next job as a delivery boy. Besides, it wasn't as if he was going to leave the city unprotected.

As if on cue, a brightly burning figure shot through the sky with an enthusiastic shout. "Hey troll face! Spidey's not in the building right now, but how about trying me on for size!"

That's right, Peter had thought ahead, pulled a few strings, and called in a favor. Though maybe asking Johnny Storm to cover his sector of the city while he got back to his own life a bad idea. The guy was such an ego trip! Inwardly sighing, he continued running. Then again, the Torch was the only guy who'd take the job. He had jumped at the opportunity to do something that involved free publicity. Personally, Peter would have preferred Daredevil, but he knew Matt Murdock was busy during the day with his job as lawyer. Plus, his alter ego didn't exactly have the best reputation and was more of a nighttime sort of guy than anything.

Truthfully though? The Torch wasn't doing that hot a job stepping in for him at the moment. Matched up with the Hob Goblin, he was making more of a wreck of the city than Peter would have as Spiderman. This was probably due in part to how every time the villain threw a bomb, the Torch shot it down with a burst of flame, setting it off and amplifying its blast. Seriously, the amount of property damage the two were causing-

Peter entire body jerked as he was suddenly hit by a wave of Spider Sense more powerful than he'd ever experienced before, which puzzled him briefly as his amulet was still active. However, he didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, as instinct took over. Quickly jumping to the side, Peter narrowly dodging a wayward pumpkin bomb and avoiding being caught in the blast that formed the massive crater in the area where he'd just been standing.

"Hey dude, watch it! You almost hit a civilian!" the Torch's voice rang out from above, calling toward the hoverboard-riding fiend as they continued their aerial battle. Peter groaned at the dude's flippant attitude, but instead of deciding to continue running, as before, he pulled out his camera. He might as well take a few pictures for Jameson, since there was no way he was going to make it to his job on time now. Plus, it would give him an opportunity to keep an eye on Johnny and make sure he didn't totally screw things up. Dashing after the two airborne figures, camera in hand, he failed to notice a set of blue eyes watching him from the shadows.

Capturing pictures of the scene before him was really not that hard. Especially since his oddly ever present, though not unwelcome, Spider Sense seemed intent on warning him of any and all danger headed his way, informing him when and how to dodge that wayward chunk of debris or misguided shard of shrapnel. He snapped an easy dozen shots of each figure before deciding to make his way out and flee. However, just as he was about to slip away unnoticed, Lady Luck socked him a good one as all of a sudden, the Torch thought it would be a good idea to tackle the Goblin in midair, ripping him off his hoverboard – and sending it flying straight towards Peter. The boy's Spider sense screamed, and he barely leaped out of its path in time before it crashed into a nearby building. For a guy whose super strength and reflexes were still under wraps, the feat was quite impressive. Besides his Spider Sense, all his other powers were still disabled. Of course, though, Fate wasn't just going to let him off the hook and escape. Not just yet.

"Gah! My bombs! Look at what you made me do, you giant flaming freak!" the Goblin's voice came from over Peter's head.

Turning towards the sky, Peter's eyes widened as he realized the bag the orange villain used to carry his ammunition had ripped and a dozen explosives were raining down towards him. His spider sense was blaring at him once more. Gritting his teeth, he realized that the rubble the hovercraft had kicked up had surrounded him, limiting his options on how to evade. Coming to the conclusion that he'd have to dodge each bomb individually, he bit back a groan. Closing his eyes, Peter focused on his Spider Sense, trusting it to guide him through the danger.

He stepped to the left to avoid the first explosive, than jumped forward to dodge the second. A hop backward and he dodged a third. A small dash forward and two more were evaded. A small leap into the air and he narrowly escaped the blast radius of three bombs landing in a circle around him. Another sidestep and he vaulted over a wall of debris, having made his way to the outer edges of the falling cluster of lethal pumpkins. His superhuman evasion act complete, Peter quickly backed away from the now craterous area, deciding this would be the optimal time to beat a hasty retreat – before any more bad luck befell him or the Human Torch decided it would be a good idea to accidentally drop an entire building on his head.

XXX

It was an hour later before Peter was able to return home. After explaining to his new boss that he was late because he had been caught in downtown chaos, he'd been fired immediately as the man had not believed his claim, despite the singed clothes he wore having narrowly escaped becoming a casualty to an insane man's rampage and a crazy blonde's attempt at heroics. After this, Peter was definitely going to have to ask if Ben Grimm or Reed Richards could sub for him instead or the Human Firecracker.

However, he didn't get a chance, as his life took another sharp turn the moment he returned home. It seemed that the Parker's residence had visitors, as the black van parked outside the house clearly indicated.

Upon seeing the unfamiliar vehicle, the first thing that hit Peter was a sense of foreboding. Something was off. Frowning, Peter realized that once again, his Spider Sense was buzzing lowly in the back of his mind. Great. More trouble.

Deciding to enter his home with a certain degree of caution, Peter knocked on the front door as he entered the house, calling for his aunt as he did. Hearing a soft reply from the woman beckoning him to come to the living room, Peter relaxed a bit, slightly reassured, though this feeling quickly dissipated as he realized his aunt was not alone. Sitting solemnly beside her were two men, one bald and in a wheelchair, the other large and reminiscent of a bar thug. "Uhhh… Aunt May?" Peter asked tentatively, "Who are these people?"

May did not answer. She was too busy staring at the living room television screen, a dazed look in her eye. Following his gaze, Peter let out a gasp. Displayed on screen was footage of him from this afternoon, dodging first a wayward hovercraft, then a bag load of bombs. With his eyes closed.

Oh shit.

Turning to his aunt, he tried to explain, but she spoke up first. "Peter," she began slowly, carefully, as if something she said might set him off, "This is Charles Xavier and his friend Logan from the Xavier Institute. They claim you're… a mutant?" She said the word hesitantly, regretfully, like she didn't want to believe it.

"A-Aunt May. That's impossible, I'm not a-"

"They want you to go to their school with them , to teach you to use your powers and keep you safe. I think you should consider it."

"W-What?" he stuttered, shocked. "Aunt May, no! I couldn't! I won't!"

"Peter," she cut him off sternly. "This tape well enough shows that you have some sort of special ability. No average child could avoid all those weapons without even looking. And though I know you could probably hide whatever it is and play the role of a normal boy, I-I need to know that you're safe." She looked him straight in the eye, slightly teary. Shocked, Peter could see no malice or disgust there. Only worry. Intense worry. "Mr. Xavier promises that he can protect you at the Institute, even guarantee it, and already does so for many other students already. Please Peter, you must go." She was, of course referring to the mass spreading of anti-mutant sentiments that had been running rampant on the news recently. Radicals had killed a girl a block over last month for having special abilities.

"B-But just 'cause I dodged a few bombs doesn't mean I'm a mutant!" Peter protested. "I – uh –I'm just really good at avoiding things! Comes from being bullied at school. You learn a few tricks."

"Peter," the man in the wheelchair, Professor Xavier, said, speaking up, "What you demonstrated here goes beyond schoolyard survival skills. It would be more accurate to liken your talents to precognitive foresight, possibly psychic clairvoyance. Such a gift would make you a target if anyone were to discover it."

"But I'm not-"

"Peter, please," Aunt May begged.

Once again looking her in the eye, Peter paused as it suddenly it hit him. Aunt May was worn down. Though it had been two years since Uncle Ben's death, she obviously still was grieving his loss. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Peter too, especially to the anti-mutant cause, not while she was still trying to recover from the previous loss. She needed insurance of his safety and was clinging to the first offer of protection she got, knowing she couldn't manage it on her own. Peter knew that she didn't hate him for being a mutant, seeing in her eyes that she still loved him dearly as the son she never had.

Thus, without another word, he nodded his head in agreement and headed up the stairs to start to pack.

XXX

A/N: I've been wanting to write a fic like this for a while now, since I've recently fallen into a Marvel craze. Don't have much planned out yet, but hopefully this story will become something worth reading!

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