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Parker winked at Chuck while his face was away from the cameras. Oh you’ll love ours, you don’t know a party until you party with super-powered drunk people. He thought again before pointing to both sides of the hall.
“As I’m sure you know already pretty much all our classes are on the first floor, the second, third, and part of the fourth floors are all dorms and Sim rooms. The top floors are mostly labs and the teacher’s room. And while the labs are all open to us as long as you don’t blow anything up and as you can guess all the Teachers’ room are off-limits.” He laughs.
Charles laughed out loud then quickly collected himself. ‘Oh, I’m sure it’s the best.’
“I’ll definitely have to check out the labs some time. I’m currently working on a genetic theory which has the potential to be the key to unlocking the full potential of genetic mutations, like mine. I’ve already identified what causes them; I call it the X-Gene. I was hoping there’d be labs that I could work in.” A grin had spread wide across his face. “I’d love for you to join me some time, if you’re interested in that type of science.”
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“Of course I don’t mind.” “Someone has to show you all the party spots after all.” He thought sure Chuck would catch it with his powers. “Someone has to show you the restricted areas to students.” He said aloud just in case one of the Teachers were listening in via the cameras in the halls. “There should be a map in your student packet with the areas marked in red but I’ve always found looking for yourself works better than any kind of map.”
“I do love a good party.” He looked up at Peter and smiled a grateful smile. “Oh, why thank you. I wouldn’t want to wander into one of those and get in trouble with the faculty.” Charles looked up at what he could identify as a camera and smiled brightly. His gaze returned to the older boy. “So, where to first?”
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Parker nodded stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“Not much of a swimmer myself but it is nice and all you hear about the library is true I can show you where it is if you don’t mind hanging around with me for a little bit longer. We’re not allowed in the nearby town this early in the year so aside from training, reading is all we can really do right now.” He laughs motion for Chuck to follow him back into the school.
Charles smiled brightly at Peter. “Oh, sure as long as you’re fine with playing tour-guide for me.” He chuckled lightly. “Well, it’s a good thing I love to read, otherwise, I guess I’d have to off myself.”
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“Ah yes Tony, boy seems wound tighter than a drum over something or other. And I’m sure you’ll like Sharon she’s one of the hardest worker students in the school most of the time. So what will you be doing now that classes are done with for the day?”
Charles nodded in agreement. “Well, he does have the pressure of public appearances to keep up, being the son of Howard Stark and all. I look forward to meeting her if she’s really as lovely as everyone says.” He paused for a moment to think. “I’m not really sure. I may go swimming. I heard there was a pool here and that is was amazing, or, perhaps, I’ll go to the library which I’ve heard is equally as amazing.”
Charles opened up the small, blue daily planner that lay on his desk with the intention of seeing if there was anything of importance going on that day. He let out audible sigh, brought on by an underlying sadness that always came ‘round on this day. Mother’s Day. Charles took a step back and sat heavily on his bed, staring blankly at the creme coloured page of the planner. The blank lines engraved themselves into his mind, the tiny font which read “mother’s day” to the right of the date bored holes through his eyes. All those days, the one day a year when his mom was always home. Charles remembered those days of getting up early and making pancakes for his mother and drizzling them with syrup and fruits. He would always make a proper mess of the kitchen, and just about every room he went through with those pancakes to get to his mother’s room. She would always wake up look down somewhat disdainfully at the pancakes, eat them very slowly as Charles watched eagerly, then put on a strained smile as she gulped down the last bites. He had never been a particularly good cook.
He would then ask excitedly how the pancakes were and she would respond, “They were…. interesting, dear.” Then he would beam as he stood by her bed, babbling on about what they would do that day. She would then see the trail of syrup that ran behind him and out the door. She would, of course, follow it and thus find the extensive mess that filled the kitchen, pots and pans turned over, flour and syrup everywhere, milk spilled on the counter. She never truly understood how hard it was to make pancakes. Charles always received a severe chastising for that, and they were always given with a freshly risen Raven and Cain peeking through the doorway, frowning and wide-eyed in Raven’s case and cackling in Cain’s.
Later he would bring a nice, homemade card to her, often drenched with silver and pink and gold glitter. To this she would either a- tell him she would put it up on the fridge to display and never follow through with that, b- tell him something along the lines of “not now, mommy’s busy,” or c, the more common result- she would scold him for getting glitter all over her nice dress and stomp out of the room, leaving him standing alone, the card in hand, tears welling up in his eyes. At night, as he lay in bed, another Mother’s Day ruined by him, or so he felt, his mother would peek through his door before coming in. Then, she would do something that she only ever does once a year, on that day. She would smile a genuinely warm smile at him before leaning down and kissing him goodnight. Afterwards, she would get up and go over to the door and close the door, but before that she would whisper, “Goodnight Charles. I love you.”
Charles found that at some point during the memory he had begun to cry. “I miss you mum. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.”
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Parker laughed slipping the shooter back onto his wrist seeing Chuck’s awkwardness at the joke and the tell tale sign of unease of a hand going through the hair.
“Relax Chuck, there’s no reason to be so nervous around me I’m not our beloved Principle or clean-shaven Coulson just you friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And to answer your question yes I’m a Sophomore this year along with Cat who you’ve met and Sharon who I’m not sure if you’ve met along with others I know you haven’t met.” He laughed looking at the young man.
Charles smiled up at Peter and let out a mock sigh of relief. “Thank goodness for that. I’d be worried if the notorious Nicky Fury were cracking jokes about premature ejaculation.” He nodded his head slowly, remembering his encounter with Felicia. “I have yet to meet Sharon, and anyone else, really. I’ve only met four students so far, yourself included. I did get to meet the Tony Stark. Quite a character…”
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Peter nods showing his other shooter pointing to the little button in his palm.
“It has to be sensitive so it doesn’t go off when I make a fist or grab onto something it’s placed in just the right way that it doesn’t misfire at inopportune times, cause there is nothing that kills the mood quicker then a premature ejection.” He laughs hoping Chuck caught the joke.
Charles chuckles awkwardly at the joke. “Heh, valid point. That does kill the mood.” He carefully hands the web shooter back to Peter. “I’m just…going to give that back, so I don’t make it go off again…” Charles runs a hand through his hair. “So I take it you’ve been here a while, then.”
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“Ah the mind reader I’ve been hearing so much about among the younger girls. You know you name is prolly written on a bathroom stall somewhere with hearts around it. But yes I was on a school trip to a science lab and they were trying to make a super spider. One got out and bit me and you’d think I’d get cool spider weaving powers too but nope. So I made these.” He pulls one off and hands it to Chuck. “I’m a science man myself so it was a few quick builds and tweaks on my part to make these little beauties.”
Charles blushes at Peter’s comment about his name being scrawled on bathroom stalls. “Heh, well, I don’t know about that, but…”
He listens intently as Peter gives him the gist of what had happened to him. Amazing. ”You’re sure?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he gingerly takes the device from Peter. “It’s always great to have someone who enjoys science around, and, so far, there seems to be quite a few lovers of science here.” Charles brings the contraption up to eye level and examines it closely. Relatively simple rigging. Sturdy. Very functional. “It’s fine workmanship you have here. Really amazing.” His fingers graze over the underside, and he can feel them pass of a switch of some sort. He applies only the slightest amount of extra pressure to the spot. A stream of silvery webbing expels from the front end of the device, causing Charles to jerk back slightly in surprise, nearly dropping the small machine. “I am so sorry about that. I didn’t realise how pressure sensitive the trigger would be.”
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Peter chuckled nodding.
“Ah yes Ms. Felicia Hardy, she’s a great girl in every sense of the word. And thanks for the compliments I know I make it look easy and it is… well once you get bitten by a radioactive spider that gives you super strength, agility, flexibility, wall crawling and cool spidey sense it’s easy. It’s nice to meet you Chuck wait does being called Chuck offend you?” He asks rubbing his chin trying to guess if it does offend him.
“She was certainly friendly when I met her. She seems like a really lovely girl.” Charles chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “No no, it’s totally fine! Oh, and I probably wouldn’t be able to do what you did, even I had been bitten by a radioactive spider. Not my mutation.” He leaned forward, silently examining the devices attached to Peter’s wrists. “So, you received a radiation-inflicted type mutation then? In New York? Oh, of course, it’s always New York. Tell me more about that, if you don’t mind. Mutations are kind of my thing.”
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Parker spun on his web hearing a voice on the ground his didn’t recognize. Looking down he saw a young man dressed in fancy British clothes looking at him must be another Freshman. Snipping the line he back-flipped in the air and landed in front of the other boy smiling.
“Now that’s an interesting reaction to seeing someone swinging on a flagpole in high school. Peter Parker at your service.” He held his hand out to Charles.
Charles smiled brightly at the boy who moved so easily through the air. He took the boy’s hand and shook it firmly. “Charles Xavier. It’s a pleasure.” ‘So this is the boy Felicia was talking about.’ “You must be the boy a girl named Felicia told me about. That was quite a feat you were conducting there.” He made a vague twirling gesture with his hand. “That’s swinging and flipping. Absolutely fascinating. Spider webbing, amazing. Utterly amazing.”
