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Peter couldn’t help stare at the X-mansion estate. It was so green, so peaceful, so not like Queens. It made him both nervous and oddly tranquil as he and Wade walked up to the huge building’s front doors.
‘Xavier’s School for The Gifted’, it read on a silver plaque, melded into one on the entrance’s stone pillars. Somehow it managed to make Peter even more nervous, possibly because, well, it was a school. Society had conditioned him to be uncomfortable with the very word, let alone willingly step into one on break. That and he was meeting a man Wade obviously held in very high esteem, and a telepath no less. God, if the man looked in Wade’s mind for even a moment he’d probably see all the ways he’d bent Peter over that very morning. The brunette’s heart almost stopped at even the thought of such a mortifying situation.
Wade bounced up the front steps, ever hyperactive, and buzzed the doorbell several times, completely oblivious of his boyfriend’s inner turmoil. Even more troubling for the younger was the fact Wade had come dressed in his trademark Deadpool suit with his Hello Kitty duffel bag over his shoulder. Neither were a good sign. They meant Wade had been called here for business, and determined as Peter had been that no one would steal Wade away from him for work this summer, he was kind of wishing he’d stayed back in New York.
Peter sensed it before the door was opened, standing at Wade’s side relaxed as he could muster. That changed the second he saw the masculine, hairball of a Canadian on the other side.
Peter and Logan both cast at each other shocked looks, before the man caught sight of Wade waving. The boy went to speak, something smart and snide, when suddenly Wolverine pounced. He flashed straight past the teen, roaring ferociously as he and Wade crashed to the pavement below.
Peter stared wide eyed as the two tumbled around on the path below, animalistic sounds coming from the savage Canadian as he unsheathed his claws and attacked. Wade replied just as violently, katanas in hand.
Peter was about to web Wolverine as the two smashed into the grass, scuffling like animals, when his Spidey senses went off. Not as though he was in danger, but enough to make him forget his current problem and look behind him.
There, in the open door, was a bald man dressed in a suit, rolling towards him in what appeared to be an electric wheelchair.
“Peter Parker,” He greeted kindly with a smile, completely unfazed by the two creatures making havoc on his lawn, “my name is Charles Xavier.”
“Um, hi.” Peter greeted the telepath, distracted again as Wolverine made a pained sound, one of Wade’s katanas stabbed through his body, pinning him on his back to the ground. Wade gave the brunette a thumbs up before he was suddenly pulled back to the ground.
“What’s hairy mclairy doing here?” Peter asked the man as he glared over at the clawed mutant. Xavier smiled, watching the scene unfold.
“Logan is the history teacher here.” He explained to the brunette, coming to a stop beside him.
“And that’s safe for the students?” The younger asked, eyebrow raised as blood painted the grasses blades.
“I assure you his mentality has improved immensely since you last met.” The professor assured.
Peter cringed as Wolverine stabbed Wade straight through the head.
“I can see that.” Peter commented, causing Xavier to chuckle. Suddenly both’s movements stopped, and the two stood, sheathing their bloodied weapons against their wills.
“I think that’s enough reacquainting yourselves.” Xavier announced, turning his wheelchair around as Logan growled at Wade, who skipped happily back over to his boyfriend’s side as if nothing had occurred. “Please, this way up to my office.” Peter glared back at Logan, walking between the two larger men through the huge house.
“Where’s everyone at?” Wade asked, observing the abandoned halls.
“On holiday. I informed all the teachers but Logan of your arrival.” Wolverine growled under his breath at that as they followed the professor up a wheelchair ramp. Peter curiously eyed the chair, which had no controls, yet moved without being pushed. As far as he knew, Xavier was a telepath, not a telekinetic, so how could he be controlling it?
“It’s controlled by my brainwaves, using telepathic interfacing technology, similar to that used for those with robotic prosthetics.” Xavier suddenly announced, catching Peter off guard. Right, telepath, best not to think too much right now. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with someone poking around his head.
After a longer trip than he had expected, the mansion being a surprisingly large place, they arrived at Xavier’s office. It was a large room, with huge windows and countless, leather-bound books lining the shelves. Xavier rolled over to a large, expensive looking wooden desk Peter wouldn’t mind Wade bending him- The brunette quickly caught his thoughts, instead focusing on the Galileo and other interesting trinkets around the room. Wade seemed quite partial to the Newton’s Cradle, which he immediately set swinging.
Wolverine shut the door behind them all, standing by it like a moody bouncer.
“Now,” Xavier began, becoming stationary behind his desk, “I would have contacted S.H.I.E.L.D in this matter, but I feel this time it is better left to you and Logan alone.”
“What’s up doc?” Wade asked, dumping his bag and flopping casually into one of the available chairs.
“Professor,” Peter corrected, finding himself being pulled into Wade’s lap. The brunette whacked his arm, whispering a ‘behave’.
“As I have already explained to Logan,” Professor X continued, “the Weapon-X program has recently been reinstated.” Wade noticeably tensed up beneath him, and Peter found himself gently rubbing the man’s leg to keep him grounded. “It’s a small, trail run compound, secretly government funded and MRD protected.”
“There’s no way I’m working with that layabout again, Chuck.” Logan verbalised, as he had no doubt been thinking ever since he saw the man at the door.
“Their main objective,” Charles continued, “from what I can gather with Cerebro, appears to be cloning.” Immediately, the mutant appeared less cantankerous. “They have both of your DNA, Logan. We cannot, in all good consciousness, allow this to continue.” That comment appeared to be directed at Peter, who was avoiding the telepath’s eyes as he came to understand that, as he had feared, Wade was being sent off to kill people. Again.
“Tell us where and we’ll stop it.” Wolverine told the telepath, defeated.
“Selva de Irati, Navarra.”
“Spain?” Peter asked, in a state of shock. So now, not only was he losing his holiday with Wade, the man was going to be on an entire other continent!?
Xavier nodded, looking apologetic.
“Hey,” Wade whispered, turning the other’s head to face him. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He promised.
“Nu uh, you are not leaving me behind again.” Peter refused, mind set on keeping the other with him for just one goddamn summer!
“I’m afraid it’s necessary, Peter.” Xavier’s gentle voice encouraged. “You are welcome to stay here till Wade’s return, of course.”
“In a school? Seriously I just got out of school!” Logan gave him a shocked look, thinning his eyes at Wade.
“How old are you exactly?” He asked, obviously judging them.
“Nineteen... almost.” Peter defended, earning a chuckle and masked kiss on the cheek from Wade. He turned to look down at the white eyes he’d learnt to read so well, wishing like he often did the man didn’t feel the need to wear that damn mask.
“Stay for me?” Wade beseeched, giving him the biggest puppy eyes he could. Peter sighed, memories of the other’s big, blue irises rendering him defenceless.
“Fine, but only because the Professor is poking around in my head.” He consented, well aware he was being influenced into staying, otherwise there was no way he’d give in so easily.
“My apologies,” Xavier excused, “perhaps you should both get settled in before Wade and Logan leave?” He suggested, to which Peter gave a less than enthusiastic nod. “Peter will show you to your room.”
Peter looked at the man confused until the door opened unexpectedly from the outside. Leaning against the frame casually was a young, grey haired male, goggles resting on his head and a Pink Floyd T. He grinned at the two, blowing a small bubble with his gum.
“Try keep up, newbies.”