I don't own the X-Men, those belong to Marvel Comics and were created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby
Emma Frost was created by Chris Claremont and John Bryne.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created By Joss Whedon and all the characters with the BTVS TV series are his as well.
The Thundercats were created by Ted Wolf and currently belong to Warner Brothers, at one point in time Marvel comics did do a run of the them in comics form, although DC comics do them now.
“So why are you helping me anyways?” Calvin asked Ben.
“Would you believe me if I told you it was the right thing to do?” Ben asked him.
“Aside from it being the right thing, I needed something to do. When I told you I got my abilities from hard work, it was a bit of a lie. I'm a clone of the original. He did all the training, I just benefit from it.” Ben told him.
“You're a clone?” Calvin asked him. “Pull the other one.”
“I'm not kidding Calvin. Whatever reason, I kept the memories of the original when I came into being. He's a happily married man who's carved himself out a nice life where he's at. I can't sit there and watch someone else take liberties with my wife, even if she isn't really mine.” Ben told him. “So I hit the road and one of my mentors told me about you. He runs a school for mutants like us, but he wanted to wean you onto the concept. There are more mutant powers in that one building than practically any other location on earth. He was afraid you'd be tempted.”
“Like a kid in a candy store.” Calvin said softly, remembering the rush he had as he first got in tune with Ben's powers.
“Exactly. Seeing as how you can only permanently keep five of them, you'd probably go nuts trying to decide.” Ben told him.
“So you're what, the taste test or something?” Calvin asked him.
Ben chuckled ruefully. “Something like that. You need a mentor, I need someone to keep me on the straight and narrow.”
“You seem like a good guy. Why would you need help keeping you that way?” Calvin asked him.
“Do you remember what happened in Boston?” Ben replied.
“That was you?” Calvin said in awe.
“Not me, my progenitor.” Ben told him. “We're well suited to destruction. Which is funny since we like building things.”
“Really?” Calvin asked him.
“Oh yeah, he's going to be a great architect one day. Me? I'm looking more towards metal smithing.” Ben grinned.
“Huh.” Calvin said softly. “You're a weird guy Ben.”
“She's growing.” Essex told Mesmero.
“Can you make it grow faster?” Mesmero asked him.
“Not with my current supplies. We'd have to raid a few labs but the ones I'd suggest have been destroyed lately. If I try to accelerate the growth any more than the rate it's going now, the chances for spontaneous cellular breakdown will increase dramatically.” Essex told him.
“Damn it.” Mesmero muttered. “Keep this one stable. We don't need to waste any more time. This clone needs to be viable before we open the third gate.”
“Of course.” Essex nodded.
“This is all you can tell me about that green beast?” Fury asked Peter as the sketch artist finished the drawing of the description of the creature they'd fought.
“That's it. It was there to steal something from the labs, but I don't know if whatever they took survived the explosion like it did.” Peter told him as he nodded at the sketch.
“This is the third bio-tech incident in a few weeks.” Fury muttered. “All of which had ties to different military enhancement programs.”
“Wait, the first one was the Osborn company right?” Mary Jane asked. “That didn't blow up so much as disappear right?”
“Yes.” Fury nodded.
“Well, that's completely different from the others. This thing, it doesn't mind getting noticed. What if the later thefts are a response to the loss of the Osborn labs?” Mary Jane asked.
“Anyone ever tell you that you're sexy when you're brilliant?” Peter asked her.
Fury snorted. “Still, you're right. But nothing that Osborn has in the works remotely resembles this character.”
“Are you sure?” Peter asked.
“We can check. But what he lost were just a few half assed enhancement projects.”
“What if he managed to finish one of them?” Peter asked him.
“We'll look into it, but we're not really supposed to be monitoring people in the US.” Fury told him. “If we find out it's Osborn behind all this, we will need your help in taking this beast down.”
“We'll be here.” Mary Jane told him.
“So in short, not all demons are bad. All vampires on the other hand, you should dust on site unless you need to get information out of them first. For that, holy water, wafers and various blessed items are to be used.” Xander concluded.
Kurt blinked. The action was repeated by various other people in the class.
Tabitha raised a hand. “Where do the tentacle demons come into this?”
Xander pinched the bridge of his nose. “Those are significantly harder to kill, especially for women.” he stated.
“Why?” Alex asked.
Xander sighed. “I'll let Wanda handle this one.”
“Bastard.” Wanda muttered as she got up to the front of the class room.
The Daily Globe.....
“Here are your invitations Peter. Just remember, the bartender knows how old you are.” Robbie told him as he handed Peter the invitations to the Daily Globe's Halloween party.
“Got it Robbie.” Peter grinned. “Thanks for this.”
“You could use a break Peter. Just don't have too much fun.” Robbie told him.
“I'm underage at an office party. If I really wanted to have fun, I'd be downtown with the rest of my high school.” Peter grinned.
“You don't have to be here for the whole thing if you have other plans Peter.” Robbie told him.
“Oh, we'll definitely swing by.” Peter grinned.
The Parker residence.
“Honestly May, who keeps sending you those packages?” Anna Watson asked her friend and neighbor as she pulled another large manila envelope from her mailbox.
“A friend I made over the summer. We're working on recipes together.” May told her. “He and his friend are really quite the little devils in the kitchen.” May grinned.
“To what end?” Anna asked her.
“It's an international cookbook for the everyday American, full of a variety of recipes that vary in difficulty and nutrition. Some of the harder ones, while the tastiest, are the worst for you.” May told her.
“Isn't that always the way?” Anna Watson sighed. “Can I see some of them?”
“Certainly. I could use some help in baking some of these recipes if you don't helping me out in the kitchen.” May said.
“Well, it's that or listening to Mrs. Johnson gossip some more.” Anna said as the considered it. “Why not. It'll give me something to do while Mary Jane's in school.”
Xander looked up from his book. “Something I can help you with Wanda?” Xander asked his brother's girlfriend.
“Why aren't you a toad?” She asked him.
“Were you using pure magic, or a touch of your own chaotic influence?” Xander asked her.
“A touch of my own.” Wanda said. “I'm still pissed that you had me cover that part of the lecture.”
“I've only killed three tentacle demons in my work. At the time, none of them were 'preoccupied'.” Xander said. “You on the other hand have killed a few of your own.”
“That was supposed to be a secret.” Wanda muttered.
“My brother's a bit of a talker.” Xander shrugged. “Besides, that sort of subject needs a woman's perspective.”
“I will find a way to turn you into a toad.” She told him.
“I believe it. Just so you know, magic likes me.” Xander grinned.
“Chaos likes you. That spell should have done something to you.” Wanda huffed before walking off to go berate her boyfriend.
Xander stuck his tongue out and noted it was considerably longer than before. “Hmm.” He said before trying and succeeding in licking his own forehead. “Frogs indeed.” He muttered before wandering off to go find his wife. Who knows how long this little hex would last.
“Hmm...” Beast said as he turned a page in his book.
“You look comfortable.” Ororo told him as she entered the room
Beast looked up and by doing so looked down at Ororo. “The ceiling is quite sturdy in here. It's odd, but I find this to be quite relaxing.” Beast told her before flipping down from the ceiling, where'd he'd been clinging to a support by his toes. He slipped his feet back into his custom sandals and put the book back where'd he'd gotten it from.
“So what's on the agenda for today?” He asked her.
“Well, I could use some help in the greenhouse.” She said.
“You know humidity makes my fur go all frizzy.”Beast told her.
“Well, I could use some help in instructing Bobby.” She told him.
“The prankster?” Beast grinned.
“He has quite an ability once he full realizes it's potential. Today I want him to try and create ice sculptures out of thin air.” Ororo told him.
“Hmm.... maybe something more simple at first.” Beast mused.
“What have you got in mind?” She asked.
“Simple things first.” Beast said. “Cubes, spheres and such of varying sizes and temperatures. I'll see if I can get a thermal scanner with the correct calibrations from Forge.”
“Good idea.” She agreed.
“Well, it's official.” Moira said to Lorna and Wanda. “You're half sisters by way of your father.”
“But who is my mother?” Lorna asked.
“You'd have to ask the man himself.” Wanda growled. “You're less than a year younger than me. Proper grieving time my ass.”
“Right, issues.” Lorna said with a sigh. “So now what?”
“We try to get along better? We're family after all.” Wanda suggested. “It's what Kurt would want us to do.”
“What say does he have in this?” Lorna asked.
“He's big on family. Plus if we just stay as is, he'll use his puppy dog eyes on me to guilt me into being nicer to you.” Wanda sighed. “He's too damn adorable sometimes.”
“Uh-huh.” Lorna said. Maybe she'd inherited her taste in men from her mother. Though considering that, maybe she needed to reevaluate her relationship with Alex.
The Parker Residence....
“Is everything okay?” Peter asked his aunt, who was laughing and covered in flour.
“Just a slight disagreement dear.” May told him.
“Anything I can do?” Peter asked her.
“Eat.” She told him as she guided her nephew to the kitchen. “This will go to waste otherwise.”
“Yes Aunt May.” Peter grinned as he sat down at the table.
“Heads up.” Logan said as he swung an Indian club at Bobby's ice shield. The shield shattered under the blow.
“Go colder kid.” Logan told him.
The slush surrounding Bobby solidified and he was now fully ice like. He formed another shield and Logan stuck it. The shield held. “Better. Now form a club of your own.” Logan ordered.
Bobby concentrated and a club formed in his other hand.
“Now we're talking.” Logan grinned.
“Can't I just wax the X-Jet?” Bobby whined.
“Nope.” Logan grinned. “That obviously doesn't work in disciplining you kid.”
“Who are you supposed to be?” Logan asked Bobby.
“Jack Frost.” Bobby muttered.
“You lost a bet didn't' you?” Logan grinned.
“Yeah.” Bobby sighed as Paige looped arms with him.
“Have fun kids.” Logan told them.
“You're not escorting tonight?” Paige asked him.
“Nope. I've got monitor duty.” Logan grinned.
“You volunteered.” Paige guessed.
“I'll never tell. Now go on.” Logan told them.
The Daily Globe......
“Who's the big guy?” Mary Jane asked Peter as they headed towards the refreshments.
“His name is Wilson Fisk.” Peter whispered. “But he's got another name according to Urich.”
“Oh?” Mary Jane asked. “He a costumed person too?”
“No. He's something much worse.” Peter told her. “If Urich is right, he's also known as the Kingpin.”
“I've heard of him.” Mary Jane gasped. “He's supposed to be in charge of everything in this town. Why is he here?”
“I think we're going to find out.” Peter told her as the managing editor called for everyone to quiet down so he could make an announcement.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you all to our new owner, Wilson Fisk!” Jack Jackson called with a false air of enthusiasm.
“Oh crap.” Peter muttered. “There goes my job security.”