Queens, New York

2015

Y/N stares at Charles Xavier's outstretched hand, his mind racing. The offer to join the Xavier Institute is tempting...an opportunity to gain control over his abilities and find a way to channel his grief. But leaving his life behind, abandoning his parents and Midtown High, isn't something he's ready for

He raises his head, meeting Xavier's gaze with determination

Y/N: I'll come with you, but on one condition. I get to stay at Midtown High. And I keep living with my parents. They don't know about... any of this, and I want to keep it that way.

Xavier's expression softens, understanding the young man's need to maintain a sense of normalcy in his life. The telepath nods thoughtfully, considering Y/N's request.

Xavier: I understand. We can arrange for you to stay at home and continue your studies at Midtown High. Your secret will be safe with us. We'll provide the guidance and training you need, but you'll still have your life...your family, your friends

Y/N feels a wave of relief. The idea of balancing both worlds...being a vigilante and maintaining his life as Y/N L/N seems more manageable with Xavier's support

Y/N: Okay. Then I'm in.

Xavier smiles, pleased with the decision. The rest of his team watches the exchange, understanding the importance of the moment for Y/N.

Xavier: You've made a wise choice. We'll be here for you whenever you need us. Remember, you don't have to face this alone

Y/N steps out of the shower, his mind still processing the meeting with Charles Xavier. The warmth of the water did little to wash away the guilt and confusion swirling inside him. He towels off, trying to focus on the fact that he'd made a decision, a choice to find a better path. But the weight of the day lingers.

As he finishes getting dressed, there's a knock on his bedroom door. Before Y/N can answer, Victor enters the room, his expression serious.

Victor: Hey, Y/N... I need to talk to you about something

Y/N tenses, bracing himself for whatever news his father might have. The sight of Victor's troubled face only deepens his anxiety.

Y/N: What's going on?

Victor hesitates for a moment, then finally speaks, his voice heavy with the gravity of the situation.

Victor: They found Carradine. He was found dead earlier tonight.

Y/N's heart skips a beat. He already knew...he was there after all. But hearing it from his father, knowing that this is now public knowledge, makes it feel all the more real. The guilt he's been trying to suppress surges back, threatening to overwhelm him.

Victor studies his son's reaction closely, noting the way Y/N's face pales slightly, how his hands clench into fists by his sides.

Victor: Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting different lately... Is there something you want to talk about?

Y/N struggles to maintain his composure, the weight of his secret pressing down on him. He forces a nod, trying to appear calm.

Y/N: Yeah... I'm fine. Just... been a long day.

Victor isn't entirely convinced, but he doesn't press further. He knows Y/N is going through a lot, especially after losing Uncle Ben. For now, he decides to give his son the space he seems to need

Victor: They're saying that new vigilante did it... y'know, the guy that swings on ropes and climbs walls.

Y/N stiffens at his father's words, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but the mention of the vigilante...his alter ego, hits too close to home. He can feel Victor's gaze on him, searching for any sign of recognition or guilt.

Y/N: Yeah... I've heard about him. Seems like the city's talking about him a lot lately.

Victor nods, his brows furrowed in thought. He steps further into the room, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.

Victor: People are divided about him. Some think he's a hero, taking down criminals the police can't catch. Others say he's dangerous, that he's taking the law into his own hands.

Y/N swallows hard, his mind racing. He knows what his father is trying to do...testing the waters, seeing where Y/N stands on the matter. But he can't reveal anything, not without risking everything

Y/N: Maybe he did what the cops didn't have the gut to do...

Victor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Y/N's response. There's something about the way his son speaks that feels... different. Like he's holding back more than he's letting on. But Victor doesn't push further

Victor: Maybe. Just be careful out there, alright? The city's changing... and I don't want you getting caught up in anything dangerous.

Y/N offers a small, grateful smile, appreciating his father's concern even as the weight of his secret grows heavier.

Y/N: I will, Dad. Thanks.

Victor gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning to leave the room

The Next Day...

The morning air is crisp as Y/N and Peter walk together toward Midtown High. The weight of the previous days still hangs heavy between them, but there's a quiet understanding that neither of them speaks about. They're both dealing with their grief in their own way. Y/N with his secret vigilante life, and Peter with the immense loss of Uncle Ben

Peter's steps are slower, more deliberate. He's trying to regain some sense of normalcy, but the pain is still fresh. The wound of losing Uncle Ben is still open, though it's beginning to heal with time and the knowledge that his killer, Dennis Carradine, is no longer a threat.

Peter: It's weird, you know? Knowing that the guy's dead... but it doesn't make anything better.

Y/N glances at him, hearing the strain in his voice. Peter's eyes are tired, as if he hasn't slept much since the funeral. Y/N understands that feeling all too well.

Y/N: I know, Pete. But maybe... maybe now you can start to heal.

Peter offers a weak smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's grateful for Y/N's presence, for the way his brotherly figure has been there for him through all of this. But there's a part of Peter that still feels lost, like he's trying to find his way in the dark.

Peter: Yeah. I'm trying. It's just... hard to believe he's really gone.

Y/N feels a pang of guilt, knowing that he played a role in Carradine's death, even if indirectly. But he pushes it down, focusing on supporting Peter instead.

Y/N: You're strong, Peter. Stronger than you think. Uncle Ben would want you to keep going, to make him proud.

Peter nods again, this time more firmly. The words resonate with him, giving him something to hold onto. Uncle Ben always believed in him, and that's something he doesn't want to let go of, no matter how much it hurts.

Peter: You're right. I have to keep going. For him

As they reach the school gates, the usual hustle and bustle of students going about their day surrounds them. It feels surreal, like the world is moving on while they're still stuck in their grief. But Y/N and Peter both know they have to find a way to move forward, even if it's one step at a time

As they walk through the courtyard, Y/N spots Liz Allan standing by her locker, talking with a few of her friends. She looks up, catching sight of Y/N, and her expression shifts from one of casual conversation to something more somber. She excuses herself from the group and walks over to him.

Liz: Hey, Y/N... I've been meaning to talk to you.

Y/N stops, giving her a small nod. Peter pauses a few steps ahead, glancing back before deciding to give them a moment. He continues toward his locker, leaving Y/N and Liz to talk.

Y/N: Yeah? What's up?

Liz hesitates for a moment, her usual confidence replaced with a gentler, more uncertain demeanor. She looks up at Y/N, her eyes filled with empathy.

Liz: I'm really sorry about Ben. I... I didn't know what to say at the time, but I wanted you to know that I'm here for you. If you ever need to talk, or... you know, anything

Y/N feels a knot in his chest loosen slightly at her words. He wasn't expecting this, especially from Liz, who's usually surrounded by a crowd of friends, always upbeat and in control. But her sincerity touches him, and for a moment, he forgets about all the things that have been weighing him down

Y/N: Thanks, Liz. That... that means a lot.

Liz reaches out, placing a gentle hand on his arm, offering him a comforting smile. There's a moment of silence between them, filled with unspoken understanding.

Liz: I know we haven't really talked much since...that day, but... if you need a friend, I'm here. You don't have to go through this alone.

Y/N looks at her, seeing a different side of Liz than he's ever noticed before. She's not just the popular girl or the cheerleader...she's someone who genuinely cares, who's offering him a lifeline when he feels like he's drowning

Y/N: I appreciate that, Liz. I really do.

Liz squeezes his arm lightly before letting go, giving him a small, encouraging smile.

Liz: Take care of yourself, okay? And if you ever need to talk, don't hesitate.

Y/N watches as she walks back to her friends, feeling a warmth he hasn't felt in days. It's a small moment, but it gives him a glimmer of hope a reminder that even in the darkest times, there are people who care, who are willing to stand by him.

As the final bell rings, students pour out of Midtown High, eager to head home or hang out with friends. Y/N walks out with his backpack over one shoulder, his mind still occupied with the day's events and the weight of everything that's happened recently. He's about to make his way home when a sleek car pulls up to the curb in front of the school. The tinted window rolls down, revealing a man, about eight years older than Y/N, wearing sunglasses with red lenses

Scott: Get in.

Y/N freezes for a moment, recognizing the man immediately. He was one of the people who were with Charles Xavier the night they met, though they hadn't exchanged any words

Xavier had promised Y/N help with understanding and controlling his powers, and it seems that time has come.

Y/N hesitates, glancing around to make sure no one is watching too closely, then he gets in the car. There's something about Scott's calm demeanor that's both reassuring and intimidating at the same time

Y/N: I guess you're here to take me to Xavier's?

Scott: That's right. The Professor thought it was time for you to visit the Institute. There are things you need to learn, and we're here to help you with that.

As the car pulls away from the school. Y/N looks out the window, a mix of nervousness and curiosity bubbling inside him. He knows he needs this. He needs to understand what's happening to him, how to control these powers. But the unknown is always a little frightening.

Y/N: So, what's the Institute like?

Scott: It's a place where people like us can learn to control our abilities, to use them in ways that help rather than hurt. You'll meet others there...people who understand what you're going through. The Professor believes in you, Y/N. He thinks you've got potential, and he wants to help you realize it

The car drives through the winding roads of Westchester, the landscape slowly changing from the busy streets of New York City to the serene, open countryside. After a while of listening to the radio, filled with almost every NSYNC song imaginable, the car approaches a large gate

Scott slows the car, rolling up to the gate. As it opens, the car moves forward, revealing the impressive architecture of the Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters. The mansion is both imposing and inviting, with its stately columns, expansive windows, and beautifully manicured grounds.

Y/N: Wow...this place is huge.

Scott: It's more than just a mansion. It's a place where people like you can find understanding and training. It's where you'll learn to control your abilities and find your place in the world

As they pull up to the front entrance, Y/N takes in the sight of the Institute with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The car comes to a stop, and Scott gets out, opening the door for Y/N.

Scott: Let's go inside. The Professor is waiting for you

They walk through a series of corridors, passing rooms filled with various advanced technology and students engaged in different activities. The atmosphere is one of focused energy and purpose, a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world.

Scott finally leads Y/N to a large, well-furnished office. The door is slightly ajar, and inside, Charles Xavier is waiting behind a large desk. He looks up with a welcoming smile as Y/N enters.

Xavier: Y/N, I'm glad you could make it. Please, come in.

Y/N enters the room, feeling a mix of nervousness and hope. He's ready to learn, to understand his powers, and to find a new direction for his life. Charles' presence is calming, and Y/N senses that this is the beginning of a new chapter one where he might finally find the answers and support he's been seeking

Y/N feels both nervous and hopeful as he prepares to discuss his situation

Xavier: Y/N, I understand that your powers were acquired through a unique circumstance, not like the innate abilities of most of our students. You've become a mutate rather than a mutant, and that means your journey will be different from theirs

Y/N: Right. I got my powers from being bitten by a radioactive spider. It's all still kind of new to me

Xavier: I can see that this is a lot to process. It's not just about controlling your powers but also understanding how they fit into your life and responsibilities.

Charles closes his eyes for a moment, his telepathic abilities probing gently into Y/N's thoughts. He senses the mix of confusion, anger, and determination that Y/N feels.

Xavier: You have a lot on your mind. I can sense the weight of your recent experiences and the challenges you've faced. This kind of power, especially when it comes unexpectedly, can be overwhelming. 

Y/N: Are you...reading my mind?

Xavier: Yes, I am. As a telepath, I have the ability to sense and understand the thoughts and emotions of others. It's not about intruding but rather understanding what you're going through so I can better assist you.

Y/N: That's... kind of invasive, isn't it?

Xavier: I understand your concern. My intention is to help, not to intrude. If you prefer, I can respect your privacy and limit my telepathic probing to only what's necessary for your training and support.

Y/N: Okay, I appreciate that. I guess I just want to make sure I'm in control of things, not the other way around

Xavier: Shall we begin with some exercises to help you better understand and control your powers? This will help you build confidence and gain a clearer sense of how to harness your abilities effectively.

Y/N: Yeah, let's do it

Charles smiles and taps his communicator, calling someone.

Xavier: Hank, could you please meet us in the Danger Room? We're ready to start with Y/N's training.

Moments later, the door opens, and a figure steps in. Y/N's eyes widen as he sees a tall, blue, fur-covered man with sharp claws and a muscular build.

Y/N: AH! You're...blue!

Hank: Yes, I get that a lot. I'm Hank McCoy, also known as Beast. Nice to meet you, Y/N

Hank extends a hand, his demeanor friendly despite his unusual appearance.

Xavier: Hank will assist you in the Danger Room. It's a place where we can simulate various scenarios and test your abilities in a controlled environment.

Y/N: Alright, lead the way.

Hank gestures for Y/N to follow him, and they head towards the Danger Room. As they walk, Y/N can't help but glance at Hank, trying to get used to his appearance.

Hank: Don't let my appearance throw you off. I'm here to help you get a handle on your powers, just like Charles said

They reach the Danger Room, an impressive high-tech facility with various control panels and simulation equipment. The room itself is vast, with walls and floors that can shift to create different environments

Y/N: Whoa...

The room lights up, and different scenarios start to appear: Cityscapes, obstacle courses, and more. Hank sets up the initial exercises, and Y/N takes a deep breath, preparing himself

Hank: We'll start by testing your reflexes. I'll be firing projectiles at high speeds to see how well you can react and avoid them.

Hank activates the control panel, and a series of projectiles, small but fast-moving, are launched from different points around the room. They zip through the air with impressive speed.

Y/N's eyes widen, and he instinctively dodges the first few projectiles, his reflexes kicking in. He moves with agility, dodging and weaving as the projectiles come at him from various angles

Hank : Good, you're showing quick reflexes!

Y/N focuses, using his spider-like reflexes to predict the projectiles' paths. He shoots out webs, catching some of the projectiles and redirecting others. He's sweating and breathing heavily but manages to keep up with the onslaught

Hank: Excellent! You're adapting quickly. Keep it up, and remember to use your webbing strategically. You have the potential to handle more complex scenarios.

The intensity of the exercise increases, with Hank adjusting the speed and frequency of the projectiles. Y/N continues to dodge and web, his movements becoming more fluid and controlled as he gains confidence

After several minutes, Hank signals the end of the exercise. The projectiles stop, and Y/N breathes heavily, his muscles sore but his spirits high

Hank: Great job, Y/N! Now, for the final test of the day, we'll have a sparring session with one of our students. This will help you get a feel for how your powers perform in a more dynamic situation.

Hank gestures toward the entrance of the Danger Room, and a young woman steps in. She's dressed in a sleek uniform, her demeanor confident and calm. Y/N looks at her with curiosity

Hank: Y/N, meet Kitty Pryde. She's one of our more skilled students and has the power to phase through solid objects. Kitty, this is Y/N. He's been learning to control his powers and could use a bit of practice in a real-world scenario.

Kitty waves at Y/N with a friendly smile.

Kitty: Hey, Y/N. Nice to meet you. Ready for a sparring session?

Y/N: Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do this.

Kitty steps into the designated sparring area, and the room's environment shifts to a more neutral, open space. She looks over at Y/N, her expression focused

Hank: The goal here is to test your ability to react under pressure and to strategize in a fight. Remember, Kitty's phasing ability will make her a challenging opponent, so be prepared for her to disappear and reappear at unexpected moments.

Kitty nods in agreement and positions herself, ready for the sparring match to begin. Y/N takes a deep breath, readying himself for the challenge.

Kitty: Don't worry too much, Y/N. I'll go easy on you...at least at first.

With that, the sparring session begins. Kitty immediately phases through the floor and reappears behind Y/N, trying to catch him off guard. Y/N reacts quickly, spinning around and firing a web at her, but Kitty phases through it effortlessly.

The fight continues with Y/N using his agility and reflexes to keep up with Kitty's unpredictable movements. He tries to anticipate her next move, learning to adapt and use his webbing strategically. Kitty's ability to phase adds an extra layer of difficulty, but Y/N manages to hold his own

After several minutes of back-and-forth, with Kitty landing a few hits and Y/N managing to dodge or counter many of them, Hank steps in to call a halt to the sparring session

Kitty: You've got some serious potential, Y/N. Keep practicing, and you'll be even more impressive.

Y/N: Thanks, Kitty. I appreciate the help

As the session wraps up, Y/N feels a sense of accomplishment and newfound confidence in his abilities. He knows there's still a lot to learn, but with the support of the Xavier Institute and his own determination, he feels more prepared to face the challenges ahead

Y/N can't help but notice how cute Kitty is. He hesitates for a moment, then decides to make some small talk as they walk out of the Danger Room together.

Y/N: So, uh... what's the "X" on your suit stand for?

Kitty looks down at the emblem on her chest, then back up at Y/N with a playful smile.

Kitty: It stands for the X-Men. We're a team of mutants who use our powers to protect a world that sometimes doesn't understand or accept us. Professor Xavier leads us.

Y/N: Right...that makes sense. I guess I've still got a lot to learn about all of this.

Kitty: You're doing great so far, Y/N. And don't worry, you'll get the hang of it in no time. We all had to start somewhere.

Y/N smiles, feeling a bit more at ease. The conversation flows easily, and he finds himself appreciating how down-to-earth and friendly Kitty is, despite her impressive abilities. They continue chatting as they leave the Danger Room, with Y/N feeling a little less like an outsider and more like he's starting to find his place at the Xavier Institute

As Y/N returns home from the Institute, the familiar surroundings of his neighborhood offer a brief sense of comfort. But as he approaches his house, a sudden, sharp tingling sensation spreads across the back of his neck, a warning from his sixth sense signaling that something is wrong

Y/N stops in his tracks, his senses on high alert. He quickly scans his surroundings, his heart pounding as he tries to pinpoint the source of the danger. The street looks quiet, but he knows better than to trust appearances. His sense wouldn't be going off like this unless someone was in serious trouble.

He narrows his focus and begins to move cautiously toward the direction where the sensation seems strongest. As he rounds the corner, he hears a faint cry for help, coming from an alley a few blocks away. Without hesitation, Y/N breaks into a sprint, his mind racing as he prepares for whatever might be waiting for him.

Reaching the alley, he sees a man being cornered by two thugs, one holding a knife, while the other is going through the man's belongings. The sight makes Y/N's blood boil, but he forces himself to stay calm, knowing that he needs to act quickly and decisively.

Y/N: Not on my watch...

Y/N quickly pulls his mask over his face, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline as he suits up. He takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and without a moment's hesitation, he swings into action.

He lands silently behind the thug holding the knife, the man unaware of Y/N's presence. With swift precision, Y/N shoots a web at the knife, yanking it out of the thug's hand and tossing it aside. The thug barely has time to register what's happening before Y/N grabs him by the collar and slams him against the alley wall, knocking the wind out of him

Thug: What the...

The second thug, who was rifling through the man's belongings, looks up in shock, his eyes widening as he sees Y/N standing there, his posture menacing, every muscle in his body tensed and ready.

Y/N: I suggest you drop what you're doing and get out of here.

The second thug hesitates for a moment, clearly weighing his options. But Y/N's glare is enough to make him reconsider. He drops the stolen items and backs away slowly, his hands raised in surrender.

Y/N keeps his eyes on the thug as he scrambles to escape, making sure he's out of sight before turning his attention to the man they were attacking. The man is shaken, but unharmed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looks up at his masked savior.

Y/N: You're safe now...

New York Police Department

Captain George Stacy walks through the busy precinct, his face set in a grim expression. Beside him, a young Lieutenant struggles to keep pace, flipping through a notepad as he briefs his captain on the latest developments.

Lieutenant: We've been getting more reports, sir. This new guy... he's been active every night this week.

George: You got a description?

Lieutenant: Well... no. He wears a mask.

George: A mask?

Lieutenant: And most of the people he's... well, apprehended...they're all suspects. Serious rap sheets. Robbery, assault, worse. They're calling him a vigilante...

George: Okay, let's get one thing straight, he's not a vigilante...he's an anarchist. It's wild enough we've got the Avengers and the Fantastic Four running around, doing as they please. Now we've got this guy?

Just as Captain Stacy is about to continue his rant, a sudden commotion erupts from outside. He furrows his brow and moves toward the window, glancing out at the street below.

To his astonishment, a thug is being slowly lowered by a strand of webbing from the building, his feet kicking uselessly in the air as he dangles above the precinct entrance. The thug's panicked cries can be heard even through the glass, drawing the attention of every officer in the room.

Thug: Help! Somebody help me! Arrest me!

Captain Stacy steps back from the window, shaking his head in disbelief.

George: Just what the hell is going on in this city?

The Next Day...

Midtown High School

English Class

The classroom buzzes with the usual chatter and the soft scratching of pens on paper as the English teacher, Mrs. Porter, stands at the front, her gaze sweeping over the students. She claps her hands once, drawing everyone's attention.

Mrs. Porter: All right, everyone, listen up. For your next assignment, we're going to be diving into the world of Shakespeare. Specifically, you'll be working in pairs to recreate some iconic scenes from his plays.

The students exchange glances, some excited, others less so. Y/N, sitting near the back, leans back in his chair, trying to figure out who he might be paired with.

Mrs. Porter: I'll be assigning the pairs and the scenes. And to make things interesting, we're going to explore one of Shakespeare's comedies...Much Ado About Nothing. Y/N, you'll be working with Liz on this one.

Y/N's eyes widen slightly, and he sits up straighter, glancing over at Liz. She meets his gaze with a small smile, a mix of curiosity and amusement in her expression.

Mrs. Porter: The two of you will be taking on the roles of Benedick and Beatrice. You can choose any scene you like, as long as it showcases their witty banter. I expect to see some real chemistry between you two.

Y/N tries to hide his surprise, giving Liz a tentative smile. Liz nods, seemingly up for the challenge. The rest of the class gets their pairings, but Y/N's mind is already racing with ideas for the assignment, along with the sudden realization that he's going to be spending more time with Liz.

Mrs. Porter: I'm looking forward to seeing what you all come up with! Remember, the key to Shakespeare is understanding the characters' motivations and emotions...so don't just memorize the lines, embody them.

As the students begin to gather their things, Y/N approaches Liz, who's packing up her bag

Y/N: Looks like we've got some homework to do.

Liz: Yeah, guess we'd better start planning. Maybe we can meet up after school to go over some scenes?

Y/N: Sure...

The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the house as Y/N and Liz arrive. They walk up the driveway, and Y/N leads Liz up to the front door. He opens it and ushers her inside.

Evelyn: Oh, Y/N, you're home early. And you must be Liz! It's nice to meet you.

Liz: Hi, Mrs. L/N. It's nice to meet you too. Thanks for letting me come over.

Evelyn: Of course, dear. I'm just making a snack if you're hungry. Feel free to help yourselves.

Y/N: We're actually going to head upstairs to work on our English project. But thanks, Mom. We'll come down later.

Evelyn: Alright, just let me know if you need anything.

Y/N and Liz head upstairs, their conversation shifting to their project. As they reach Y/N's room, he opens the door and gestures for Liz to enter.

Y/N: So, this is my room. It's a bit of a mess, but it's home.

Liz: It's nice. I like how you've got everything organized.

Y/N: Thanks. I guess I try to keep it tidy. Anyway, let's get started. We should figure out which scene we want to work on and how we're going to present it.

They settle down at Y/N's desk, cluttered with books and papers. Liz pulls out a copy of Much Ado About Nothing and they start flipping through it

Y/N and Liz settle down at the desk. The room is filled with the soft hum of a nearby fan and the occasional rustle of paper as they begin their project.

Liz: Have you ever read Much Ado About Nothing?

Y/N: I...watched the movie. Y'know, the one with Denzel Washington, Keanu Reeves, and Kenneth Branagh?

Liz: Oh, that's a good adaptation. Kenneth really brought the play to life.

Y/N: Yeah, I liked how they made the old text feel fresh. But I've never actually read the play itself.

Liz: Well, it's definitely worth reading. The dialogue is sharp, and the characters are so vivid. It's full of wit and humor.

Y/N: Sounds like fun. What's your favorite part of the play?

Liz: Like...the first scene. Where Benedick and Beatrice tease each other as soon as Benedick and rest of the soldiers arrive in Messina

Y/N and Liz then dive into their scene from Much Ado About Nothing. They have the book open in front of them, along with the movie playing softly in the background for reference

Y/N: If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina. As like him as she is...

Liz smiles, slipping into her role with ease. She adjusts her posture and mimics the playful defiance of Emma Thompson's Beatrice.

Liz: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick. Nobody marks you.

Y/N acts surprised

Y/N: What, my dear Lady Disdain!

Liz turns to face him fully, her expression a mix of amusement and challenge. Her eyes twinkle with the spirit of Beatrice as she speaks.

Y/N: ...Are you yet living?

Liz: Is it possible Disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to Disdain if you come in her presence.

Y/N: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies...only you excepted. And I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly...I love none.

Liz's grin widens as she gets fully into character, enjoying the playful sparring. Her voice is rich with mock indignation and wit

As they continue their lively exchange, their laughter and energy fill the room. Y/N's playful banter and Liz's sharp wit create an engaging and dynamic atmosphere. Their chemistry makes the scene come alive, transforming what could have been a mundane homework assignment into an enjoyable and memorable experience

Y/N: So...are you and Ned still together?

Liz's demeanor shifts slightly. Her smile fades into a more serious expression as she glances at the script, then looks up at Y/N with a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her notebook.

Liz: No, not anymore. We...we broke up a little while ago.

Y/N: Oh. I didn't realize. I'm sorry to hear that.

Liz: It's okay. It was...complicated. We just weren't on the same page anymore.

Y/N: Does it have anything to do with, well, everything that happened recently? With Ned and the...football stuff?

Liz's expression softens as she considers Y/N's question. She pulls her legs up onto the bed, sitting cross-legged, her gaze distant as she reflects.

Liz: Partly. There was a lot of tension. But it was more than that. Sometimes, people just grow apart, you know?

Y/N: Yeah, I get that. It's tough when things change like that.

Liz's eyes meet Y/N's again, and she gives a small, appreciative smile. There's a sense of relief in her expression, as if Y/N's understanding has eased a bit of the weight she's been carrying.

Liz: Thanks for being understanding. It's been a weird time for everyone, and it's nice to talk to someone who gets it.

Y/N: Anytime. I'm glad we can talk about it. And hey, if you ever need a break from all the...weirdness, I'm here.

Liz's grin returns, warmer this time, and she nudges Y/N playfully.

Liz: I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the offer. And...thanks for helping with the scene today. It was actually really fun.

Y/N: I had a great time too. Maybe we can work on more scenes together. Or...just hang out, if you're up for it.

Liz: I'd like that. It's been nice getting to know you better

They continue to chat about their interests and plans, the conversation flowing easily. Liz mentions her favorite movies and music, and Y/N shares some of his own interests. As they talk, the earlier tension between them fades, replaced by a genuine connection and the comfort of newfound friendship. The sun sets slowly outside, casting long shadows that stretch across the room, signaling the end of a day that's brought them closer together

...

As the days go by, Y/N's dual life of superhero and student seems to be settling into a rhythm. His skills as the vigilante continue to grow, thanks to his rigorous training with the X-Men, and he's managing to balance his schoolwork and football.

In football, he's become a standout player, and the team's success is boosting his confidence. At school, his connection with Liz deepens. Their collaboration on their Shakespeare project has led to more shared moments, both on and off the stage, and there's a genuine chemistry between them that Y/N finds comforting.

The X-Men's training is pushing his limits, but Y/N is determined to master his abilities. With each session, he feels more in control, more like himself. And as he navigates his way through his complicated emotions and responsibilities, he's slowly finding solace in the things that matter most to him: his friends, his family, and his new-found purpose

...

One day at Midtown High, the football season is in full swing, and the school is gearing up for the next big game. Y/N is hanging out with Liz by the lockers, enjoying the rare moment of peace in his otherwise hectic life.

Liz is wearing her cheerleading uniform, a bright combination of the school colors that stands out in the crowded hallway. Her hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she's carrying a pom-pom in one hand, casually twirling it as they talk.

Liz: So, you ready for the big game tomorrow?

Y/N: Yeah, I think we've got a good shot. It helps knowing we've got the best cheer squad backing us up.

Liz: playfully Oh, is that so? Maybe we should take all the credit when you guys win.

Y/N grins, leaning against the locker.

Y/N: I'm okay with that. Just don't forget who's throwing those passes.

Liz laughs, a light sound that makes Y/N feel a bit lighter too. They chat about the game, classes, and plans for the weekend, with Liz occasionally adjusting her uniform or twirling her pom-pom as she talks.

Y/N can't help but notice how comfortable he feels around her, how easy it is to laugh and joke despite everything else going on in his life. Being around Liz feels like a break from the constant pressure, and he's grateful for these moments, however brief they might be.

As they talk, a few other students pass by, giving them nods or quick hellos. Y/N notices Ned in the distance, but before he can wave, Ned turns and walks the other way, leaving Y/N to wonder what's going on with him.

Liz notices too, but before Y/N can say anything, the bell rings, signaling the start of the next class.

Liz: Guess that's our cue. Catch you later, quarterback.

She gives him a playful wink before heading off to class, leaving Y/N standing there with a smile on his face. Despite everything, there's a spark between them that's growing brighter with each passing day

As the final bell rings, signaling the end of another school day, Y/N gathers his things and heads towards the exit. The hallways are bustling with students eager to leave, their chatter filling the air. Just as he's about to step outside, he feels a faint vibration in his pocket.

He pauses, picking up a small, sleek communicator from his jacket pocket. It's the one Professor Xavier had given him during his training sessions at the Institute. The device was a subtle but constant reminder of the double life he was leading. Student by day, trainee and potential hero by night.

Y/N glances around to make sure no one's watching before stepping into a quiet corner near the lockers. He raises the communicator to his ear, keeping his voice low.

Y/N: This is Y/N. What's up?

There's a brief moment of static before a familiar voice comes through.

Xavier: Y/N, I apologize for the sudden interruption, but we have an urgent matter that requires your attention. Could you come to the Institute?

Y/N's heart quickens. He wasn't expecting to be called in so soon, especially after such a normal day at school. But he knows better than to ignore Xavier's requests. If the Professor is reaching out, it must be important.

Y/N: Yeah, I can be there soon

Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters, Westchester

A couple of hours later, Y/N pulls up to the familiar gates of the Xavier Institute in Westchester. His mind is still buzzing from the quick conversation he had with his parents before leaving. He had told them he was staying late for football practice, a believable excuse that wouldn't raise any suspicions. After all, they knew how dedicated he was to the team. But what they didn't know was that their son's life had become something far more extraordinary than high school sports.

As he walks up the long driveway to the mansion, Y/N feels a sense of anticipation building within him. His training with the X-Men had been intense, pushing him to the limits of his physical and mental abilities. He had learned to control his powers, controlling the incredible strength that allowed him to lift over a ton, and the agility that made him nearly impossible to catch. But more importantly, he had learned the responsibility that came with such power, a lesson that still haunted him every day since Uncle Ben's death.

Y/N is greeted at the entrance by Professor Xavier, who sits calmly in his wheelchair, his expression as serene as ever. But there's a hint of something else in his eyes today... determination, perhaps... or maybe a touch of pride

Xavier: Welcome back, Y/N. I can see you're becoming more comfortable with your abilities.

Y/N nods, trying to suppress the nervous energy buzzing in his veins.

Y/N: Thanks, Professor. I've been working hard. I know what's at stake.

Xavier gives a small nod of approval.

Xavier: You've made remarkable progress, Y/N. More than I had anticipated in such a short time. You've shown not only strength but also restraint, understanding the full weight of what you can do. That's why I believe you're ready for your first mission...

The words hang in the air between them, and Y/N feels a rush of adrenaline. His first mission... the moment he's been working for, but now that it's here, the reality of it hits him. This isn't just training anymore. This is real.

Y/N: What's the mission?

Xavier leans forward slightly, his expression growing more serious.

Xavier: There's a new gang in town, a group that's been causing a significant amount of trouble. They've been targeting ATMs and banks, using advanced technology and brute force to steal large sums of money. They're becoming bolder with each heist, and the authorities are struggling to keep up.

Y/N nods slowly, understanding the significance of the mission. It wasn't just about stopping a gang...it was about changing perceptions, about bridging the gap between humans and mutants.

Y/N: I get it. This is bigger than just catching some criminals. We need to show people that mutants can be heroes too.

Xavier smiles, a hint of pride in his expression.

Xavier: Exactly. You've been training for this, Y/N. I believe in your ability to make a difference, not just for the people you'll help, but for the entire mutant community

After leaving the Professor's office, Y/N walks with purpose down the hallways of the mansion, his mind focused on the task ahead. As he reaches the briefing room, he takes a deep breath and pushes the door open. Inside, he finds Cyclops waiting for him, standing by a large digital display that shows a map of the city, with various locations highlighted in red.

Scott turns as Y/N enters, his expression serious but welcoming.

Scott: Y/N, good to see you. Ready for your first mission?

Y/N nods, the adrenaline still coursing through him.

Y/N: Ready as I'll ever be.

Cyclops gestures for Y/N to come closer to the display.

Scott: Here's the situation. This gang we're targeting has hit four banks in the last two weeks. They're highly organized and well-equipped, which suggests they've got some serious backing. We've tracked their movements, and we believe their next target is likely to be in this area.

Y/N: Right...let's get to work, then.

Scott: Oh...I almost forgot

Scott then tosses Y/N a dark blue suit with yellow details and a spider emblem on the chest. Y/N catches it, his eyes widening slightly as he inspects the costume

Y/N: Am I really going to be wearing this thing?

Scott chuckles, a knowing smile on his face.

Scott: What'd you expect? Black leather?

Y/N looks at the suit again, his eyes drawn to the bright yellow spider emblem on the chest. It stands out against the dark fabric, a bold statement.

Y/N: Why a spider?

Scott crosses his arms, leaning casually against the table.

Scott: Well... you shoot webs out of your wrists, stick to walls, and lift up to more than 50 times your weight. So, the team decided to call you...

Scott pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build, a slight grin playing on his lips.

Scott: ...Spider-Man.