Peter?

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Thank you to those who hung around this long! I know we're 8 parts in as of this chapter, but I promise we'll get to the main plot soon. I've got plans, and Peter has a lot of stuff to deal with. So, to quote back to the future part one, "don't nobody  go nowhere." See you

Meta author's note: so if you haven't guessed, I have not had a college experience. Please excuse any mistakes there are in this chapter. What can I say, I just really like super-humans and mutants.

Peter woke up in the morning, and decided today he was going to die. Not literally, but he might as well have by going downstairs to the courtyard at the back of the building to eat. It was a mess, due to the fact that he could hear everything all at once. He reached around in his pocket, looking for  the pair of earbuds he'd stashed in there. Fortunately Peter found them and put them in. For whatever reason, his sense of hearing seemed to be the second most affected after his precognitive spider-sense. Therefore if he could block that out, he could function more or less normally.

As Peter sat on the steps, leading from the back exit to the large, well groomed field he felt two people, slowly approaching. A short, white, blond man who looked like he was trying desperately for a beard, but his genetics lost the message. He was talking to a taller, dark skinned androgynous being with naturally black hair, fading into bright purple. They appeared to be talking about their nearly identical schedule. They came up beside Peter, and he took out his earbuds to hear the short one asking Peter to sit next to him.

"Hello," the taller one greeted in a slight British accent, "I'm Andi Quinn, but everybody just calls me Quinn. My associate here is Alexander August, but most people call him Pip. Are you new here?"

"Um, yeah," he gasped, "my name is Peter, Peter Parker. Today is my first day."

"I thought so," Pip interjected in a surprisingly high and fast voice, "you seemed nervous. I'm an empath, so I'm pretty good with that stuff, I'm also a sizeshifter. What's your mutation? Quinn can mimic powers, and they're pyrokenetic."

Peter grinned, "cool! I'm a shapeshifter." He decided it was best not to tell then about his Spider-Man deal.

"That is so cool!" Pip squealed, "I have never met a shifter as young as you before!"

"Wait, you're a shapeshifter, so is this your original form," Quinn asked, confused.

"Yeah," Peter answered, also confused." Wait, watch this!" He sat down and took a deep breath, and within moments he had taken on the appearance of Loki Laufeyson.

"Surprise, my dad's an antihero!" Peter said, the sound of Loki's voice seemed both semi-alien, and  comfortable. He switched back to his default form, and thought gods of Asgard Peter, why did you do that. Those people actually liked you, and now you are the son of a supposed villain who is known worldwide.

"OMG, that is so cool!" Pip continued, "is that the only form you can use! Most new shifters can only use one form when they start. When my mutation first developed, I could only go between my original size, and about a quarter of a metre tall. Oh my gods, can you do me!"

Peter smiled, stood up and  held Pip by the shoulder. For a brief second he had the image of a girl holding a younger version of Pip's hand flash through his vision, then he understood all he needed to do to become Pip. He took a short breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he was practically a clone of him. Pip gasped, he was the mutant equivalent of a super-hero nerd. He loved everything about everything at the school. When he learned of the mutant DNA strand he inherited from his dad, an unnamed superhero in Prince Edward Island he was ecstatic. Pip wanted nothing more than to be the guy who punched the villain in the face, and saved the world. He had started a career as another superhero called Pathos in his hometown before going to the school.

"Dude! That's so trippy!" Quinn exclaimed as two versions of their best friend stood next to each other, before the one that was actually Peter switched back. They'd seen shifters before, heck, their mom was a shifter under the code name Mystique. Yep, one of Quinn's parents is a psychotic antihero too. Congratulations, you earned yourself a horrible childhood of bullying, absent parents, being dragged into cockamamie schemes to, finally,  kill,  the x-men. At least they were at Xavier's school now, and had been working hard to make up for their mom's mistakes.

Peter grabbed his stuff and the three of them went off, back for their shared first period, superhuman ethics. It was so weird that they all had the same, most interesting class first. It's almost like someone was messing with the order of things so everything works in the most fun, entertaining way possible, and thank gods for that. Anyways, when they got into the room of about fourty people, all three of them chose the seats in the far left of the room, a row, or two back from the front. They sat in an "L" shape with Pip behind Peter, and Quinn to the right of Pip.

Looking out the window, Peter tuned out the professor's lengthy introduction that he had already heard. Then he continued to not listen to the class explanation from the description in the class brochure. Peter was confused about the fact it took an entire class to cover literally just introductions. Each class lasts about forty-five minutes, which is honestly quite a while for a monologue about what you'd learn in an ethics class. It's kinda in the name! But whatever, Peter went back to stairing at the window where he saw it. From the woods behind the stretch of yard lining the north side of the mansion. Peter saw a largish man approaching the side of the school. He was tall, with dirty blond hair, and abnormally muscular. As he passed the trees at the end of the field parallel to the window, the man sped up until he was barreling at the window with Peter behind it.