[Third Person Pov]
"You're back faster than what I was expecting," Charles Xavier said from his chair behind his desk, his gaze steady as he observed the group gathered in front of him. His tone carried mild surprise, though it was softened by a welcoming warmth that made it clear their early return was not an inconvenience.
Peter rubbed the back of his head with a shy grin hidden beneath his mask. "Well, I was excited to beco a lecturer… hope you don't mind," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of eagerness and nervous energy as he shifted his weight slightly.
"Not at all. In fact, I'm glad to see you so enthusiastic about this," Charles responded with a quiet chuckle, his attention briefly lingering on Peter's attire, clearly amused and impressed by the effort.
Peter was dressed in a well-fitted, fashionable three-piece suit, his Spider-mask still firmly in place. He adjusted his tie and straightened his posture, trying to appear as professional as possible despite the obvious excitent bubbling beneath the surface. "So, Professor, what class am I teaching today?" he asked, sounding more composed now.
"Do you have your materials prepared?" Charles asked, folding his hands together as he regarded him thoughtfully.
Nightwing scoffed lightly from the side. "He spent all day working on what he was going to teach and present to everyone," he said, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk.
Peter tapped the side of his head with a gloved finger. "Everything is stored right up here, so put
in, Coach!" he said with a grin, his confidence returning in full force.
"Luckily, your daughter called in ti, so I was able to get everything ready for your arrival. There's a classroom that will serve as your lecture hall. Our students have already been inford of what's happening today, and they're quite excited," Charles explained as he gently pushed himself away from his desk and began rolling toward the door, clearly intending to lead the way. The others followed close behind.
Gwen walked beside Peter, her hands clasped behind her back as she glanced toward Charles. "How has everything been since the deal with the Sentinels?" she asked, her tone more serious now.
Charles let out a soft sigh, the weight of recent events evident in the sound. "Well, for the most part, all things considered… so are traumatized. They were forcefully taken from their hos, and others were exposed as mutants to their families, so they're reluctant to return," he said honestly, not attempting to soften the reality of the situation.
"But so were able to return to their normal lives, right?" Lizzy asked, her expression showing clear concern as she looked between Charles and the others.
"It's still too early to tell," Charles replied with a slight, wry smile. "Although so have already left to return to their place in society, so I would say it's a possibility. We can only hope that trend continues."
They soon rounded a corner, and the sound of lively chatter grew clearer as they approached the classroom. The energy from inside suggested a mix of curiosity and excitent from the students waiting within.
Peter glanced over at Charles, lowering his voice slightly as he asked, "Do you think you could give
a WWE-style announcent before I make my entrance?"
"What?" Charles asked, giving him a genuinely perplexed look, clearly caught off guard by the request.
"Ignore him," Gwen, MJ, and Aria all said at the sa ti, their voices overlapping in perfect unison, while Peter and Harry quietly giggled like children at the idea.
"I'll see what I can do," Charles said with an amused chuckle, deciding not to dismiss the idea entirely as he entered the classroom and began addressing the students.
Inside, several mbers of the X-n were already present, standing or sitting along the edges of the room, all visibly interested in what Spider-Man was about to teach. Their attention shifted toward Charles as he took the lead.
"Now, now, everyone settle down," Charles said calmly. He didn't need to raise his voice; his presence alone was enough to command imdiate attention.
The chatter quickly died down, replaced by an expectant silence as all eyes turned toward the doorway. To accommodate the number of students, the room had been cleared of desks and chairs. Everyone was seated on the floor in a loose arrangent, creating an open space at the front.
At the very center of that space sat Kurt Wagner, positioned right at the front. He rested his cheek against his fist, his posture relaxed but his expression attentive, clearly eager to see what Spider-Man's lesson would bring.
Charles cleared his throat, drawing the room's full attention. "I'm sure everyone is excited to get started, so I won't delay any longer. Everyone, please put your hands together and give a nice warm welco to our special guest joining us this evening. You know him, you love him… everyone please welco our Amazing, Spectacular, Friendly Neighborhood, Spider-Man!"
The mont the introduction ended, Peter was suddenly carried into the room by his friends, his body held up horizontally as if he were so kind of champion entering an arena. He rested his cheek against his fist in an exaggerated pose, playing into the theatrics without hesitation.
The classroom instantly erupted into cheers and shouts. So students pumped their fists into the air, others whistled loudly, and most of them clapped enthusiastically, the energy in the room rising all at once.
When they reached the center, his team dipped him slightly before tossing him high into the air. For a brief mont, he hung weightless above them.
Peter twisted into a tight corkscrew midair, the motion clean and controlled, drawing a few surprised gasps from those watching. He ca down smoothly, landing in his signature crouched pose without missing a beat.
"Wooohooo!!" Kurt cheered loudly from the front, clapping his hands with clear excitent.
"Thank you, thank you," Spider-Man said as he rose, bowing theatrically to the crowd, fully embracing the attention.
"I love you, Spider-Man!" one voice shouted from sowhere in the room.
"I love you too, random child!" Peter shot back instantly, pointing off in the general direction of the voice.
"Kyaaa~"
"He's enjoying himself way too much," Harry scoffed, shaking his head as he moved to stand with the rest of the X-n along the wall. Nearby, Charles rolled over to join his place beside Scott Sumrs and Jean Grey.
"I say let him," Gwen said with a faint grin. "He deserves it."
"You're only saying that because of what he did for you," Felicia added with a scoff.
Gwen simply puffed out her chest and didn't deny it, her expression making her stance clear enough.
"First things first," Peter began, raising a hand as he started pacing slightly, "I feel like I should introduce myself."
"We already know who you are!" soone shouted from the crowd.
"Shush, no you don't," Peter waved off the interruption with a quick hiss, earning a few chuckles and smiles from the students.
He reached into his blazer and pulled out a pair of thick, square-frad glasses, placing them over his mask as if completing a persona. Turning toward the board behind him, his hand moved in a blur as chalk rapidly scratched across the surface, leaving behind a cloud of dust for a brief mont.
When he stepped aside, dusting off his hands, the writing was fully revealed. "You may call
Mr. Spider-Man or Professor Spidey, I don't mind either one. And today, I will be giving a lecture on the Daily Life of a Superhero… in other words, Superheroing 101."
His na was written boldly across the board, decorated with small drawings of spiders and webs. The title 'Superheroing 101' was stylized just as much, with little design touches that mirrored the thes of his suit. His group couldn't help but smile at the extra effort, especially noticing their own logos being used as an underline for the text.
"Now, I know what you all might be thinking," Peter continued, suddenly shifting into a higher-pitched voice as he swayed side to side dramatically. "'Mr. Spider-Man, how can I be as aweso and super cool as you?' or 'Mr. Spider-Man, you're so spectacular, I wish I could be as cool as you!'"
A good portion of the class stared at him with completely deadpan expressions, while a surprising number of others nodded along as if they genuinely agreed.
"And to answer that… you can't, because there's nobody cooler than ~" Peter declared, puffing out his chest arrogantly as he pointed both thumbs toward himself.
Several students blinked at him in disbelief, and even so of the X-n exchanged looks, clearly questioning whether making him a guest lecturer had been the right decision.
From the side, Bobby Drake scoffed as he leaned against the wall. "I would like to greatly disagree."
A few people nearby snickered, but the class as a whole instantly turned on him.
"BOOO!!" they shouted in unison, so already crumpling up paper and tossing it in his direction.
"You stink!" a few students added.
"Never mind, I don't love you, I hate you!!"
"Should we intervene, Professor?" Jean asked Charles, an exasperated smile tugging at her lips.
"No, I'm sure he knows what he's doing," Charles replied, leaning back slightly, clearly entertained by how things were unfolding.
Peter raised his palm and made a slow silencing motion. Surprisingly, it worked. The noise died down almost imdiately, though a few students still held crumpled paper at the ready.
He smiled beneath his mask. "The sa way there's nobody cooler than , there's also nobody as amazing as each and every one of you. We're all unique and special in our own different, spectacular ways. So instead of trying to be like soone else, let's strive to be the best versions of ourselves that we can possibly be. Once you accept that, only then can you take the first real step toward heroism."
The room settled, and then applause broke out again, louder this ti, mixed with cheers that carried a more genuine tone.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you!!"
"That's cheating… I feel like I'm going to cry."
"I was kidding about hating you! I will always love you, Spider-Man!"
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