Meeting at the farm

As Peter opened his eyes, he was no longer in the city. As he stood up, he quickly noticed that he wasn't wearing his uniform anymore as he was wearing jeans, a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up and sneakers. He looked around to see he was in some sort of field, but didn't recognize the area. Peter had no idea how he got there, but started to roam around hoping he would get a hint that might tell where he was. There were trees and an old farm not too far away, so he started to walk in that direction. There had to be someone there, anyone with an idea of what was going on. As he was walking up to the farm house, Peter could hear a sound that was coming from the other side. A clunking sound that rung out every few seconds, which Peter was able to identify after a few cuts.

"Someone's chopping wood," he said, as he ran around the barn to see who was doing the task on the other side.

When he got there, the man standing there was just putting up a fresh piece of wood but he wasn't holding an axe. All the man did was swing his arm down at the log in a karate chop like motion, and the claws attached to his hand slice right through the wooden block for him.

Peter froze when he finally recognized who it was. "Logan?"

The man stood up straight and turned to face the person that just called out his name. He had half of an unlit cigar sticking out of his mouth, which he finally spit out as he looked back at the boy staring at him.

"Peter," he finally spoke out, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Here?" Peter said, motioning around, "Where exactly is here?"

"Hmmmm," Logan grunted, as he was able to figure things out. "This is your first time. You'll get used to it."

"Used to what?" Peter called out, hoping to get more precise answers.

"This place doesn't exist," Logan said, gesturing to the house down from the farm. "Well, it used to exist. This farm use to be a backup shelter for the X-men for whenever they had to evacuate the school. Kind of like an off the grid safe house for whenever the shit was hitting the fan."

"If this place doesn't exist," Peter continued, "Then how are we here?"

"The professor," Logan replied, "He has the ability to project these dream sequences whenever we're all simultaneously asleep."

"It's almost noon," Peter informed him, "How are you still asleep?"

"I got my drink last night, like I do every night. " Logan confessed, "What the hell is your excuse?"

"I was beaten unconscious!" Peter answered.

"So was I!" Logan said, laughing. "I always get into fights when Canadian beer is involved."

"Why are you in Canada?" Peter asked.

"Why are you in New York, Sherlock?" Logan retorted, showing slight offense to Peter's question.

"You're Canadian?" Peter then asked, surprised.

"The plaid shirt and jean jacket wasn't a giveaway?" Logan said, gesturing to his attire which suddenly made more sense.

"But why am I wearing plaid?" Peter asked.

"The professor has a sense of humor," Logan replied, laughing. "You look like a dork!"

"And you don't?" Peter chided back.

"When you're this ruggedly handsome, everything looks good," Logan reminded him, "Anyway, I'm guessing you and the Professor had a mental link session not too long ago?"

"Yes," Peter confirmed.

"It must have been a good one," Logan continued, "Because only those with a good connection or their own telepathic abilities can connect with the Professor this clearly. Think of it like hooking up online to chat with someone, but processed by our brains directly instead of the internet."

"You know what the internet is?" Peter asked.

"I do now," Logan said, cracking a smile. "And that's your fault."

"Excuse me?" Peter asked, somewhat confused.

"It happened when we switched brains for a day and change," Logan explained, "You left something behind and it just stuck with me. I actually used spare parts I found in a dumpster to build a new air conditioner. Is that really your idea of fun?"

"No, just necessity I guess." Peter said as he walked a little closer. "So where's the professor?"

"He's in the house," Logan said, gesturing behind him. "Usually it's just me and him when we do these powwows. How did you get yourself invited?"

"I was at the school when it was attacked." Peter replied.

"The school was attacked?" Logan repeated, as this was news to him.

"He didn't tell you?" Peter countered.

"Not yet," Logan said, a vein popping out of his forehead. "I just got here and he asked me to wait out here for someone else before we started."

"Everything is alright," Peter said to reassure him. "We got everyone out, they're all safe. Reed is making sure of that."

"Reed?" Logan said, confused.

"Reed Richards," Peter replied, "I work for him, and that's how I met the professor."

"You work for someone?" Logan scratched his head, "This must all be new."

"I got a job," Peter said, "And I'm not hiding anymore."

"I guess that's a good thing," Logan admitted, "Does it pay well?"

"Very well," Peter said, smiling as he knew what was coming next.

"Good," Logan said as he grabbed peter's cuff and started to walk him back to the house where the Professor was. "Does that mean I can borrow some cabbage?"

"Sure," Peter said, trying to keep things cool.

As they walked into the house, the professor was sitting there in a chair and he was sipping on a cup of tea.

"Hello Peter," Charles said, gesturing to a platter. "Tea?"

"Not right now," Peter replied, sitting down. "What am I doing here?"

"You're unconscious, Mr. Parker." Charles said.

"So am I," Logan added, "Big whoop."

"According to Kitty," Charles continued, ignoring to Logan. "You've been out for almost seven hours."

"Several hours?" Peter said, sitting down. "I remember the fight, but it's hazy after that."

"Who the hell kicked the crap out of this kid?" Logan asked Charles, looking like he wants to gut that fiend with his claws.

"Someone I used to trust," Peter said, "Tony Stark."

"Stark?" Logan said, confused. "What the hell is going on?"

"Stark and Shield attacked the academy last night," Charles answered, "We had to evacuate the mutants."

"Do you need me to get the house ready up here?" Logan asked.

"Not yet," Charles answered, "I wanted to know if there had been any activity up there. Canada did agree to the Sokovia Accords too."

"That's what this is about?" Logan snarled, "Shield is enforcing those again?"

"That and we need your help," Charles informed him.

"I'm not exactly in the area." Logan reminded him, "Great white north."

"I'm aware of that," Charles continued, "When you wake up from your drunken antics, you need to put Alpha Unit on high alert. There's a good chance they might have visitors coming, and they're not very pleasant."

"What kind of visitors?" Logan asked.

"Sentinels," Peter answered, "My team smoked a dozen or two last night."

"You're on a team?" Logan asked, "I've got a lot of catching up to do."

"You know the internet now," Peter recalled, "Google is your friend."

Logan's eyes squinted a bit as he replied to Peter with a low growl. Rather than reply to the comment he turned back to Charles.

"Wake me up," he demanded.

"Are you sure about that?" Charles asked, "You don't like it when I do that."

"If there are Sentinels coming, then I don't have time to waste." Logan said, shaking his hands as if getting prepared to take a major hit. "Just do it before I change my mind."

"Logan..." Charles started, hesitant.

"DO IT!" Logan roared at the old man.

Before Peter could respond, the professor put a hand up to his temple and in a bright flash of light, Logan's body disappeared and the Wolverine screamed very loudly as he vanished.

"That's going to put him in a bad mood," Charles said, sighing deeply.

"Hopefully he'll take it out on the Sentinels." Peter suggested.

"Let's hope," Charles said, smiling at the idea. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Peter said, unsure what he meant. "Can you wake me up as well?"

"I cannot," Charles informed him, "Logan can be woken up because his regenerative abilities prevent his brain from being damaged. Normal human beings would die if I did tried to do that to them."

"Is Kitty alright?" Peter asked.

"She's fine." Charles answered, "She managed to get you to the safe house. Reed and Sue are tending to you as we speak. You are in very bad shape, Mr. Parker. I'm here to keep you calm so your body can relax and recover. Reed was very concerned, so I volunteered to take a nap and pay you a visit. So just relax and have a cup of tea. We'll have a talk and wait for you to get up."

"Okay," Peter said, finally taking a cup of tea and a few cookies. "What do you want to talk about?"

"We can talk about the foundation," Charles replied, "How are you handling your new surroundings?"

"Well, I guess." Peter replied, "I'm still getting used to them. Used to being myself and not Spider-Man. All this time I was so afraid of what some people would think of me if they found out who I was, but it's been different."

"They had no idea you were a child doing extraordinary things." Charles reminded him, "That you didn't ask to be Spider-Man, it just happened to you. That was a major detail that changed a lot of minds, Mr. Parker. It's like enlisting for war, you were challenged and you chose to step up instead of retreat. People respond to that, your story convinced them you truly were one of the good guys."

"How long are we going to stay here?" Peter asked.

"As long as you need too be," Charles told him, "I will step out every few hours, just to let Reed know you're doing alright. I hope you'll wake up soon, but the best way to make sure that happens is to relax, and be calm. I invited Logan because I also know you two connected a year ago. I thought seeing a familiar face might make you feel more at home, as it were."

"It kind of did, in his own way." Peter admitted, "There's something else I need to tell you, I don't know if Kitty mentioned it."

"About what?" Charles asked.

"About who," Peter replied, "It was Magneto. He was there when I was attacked. I think he saved me."

"Did he now?" Charles said, smiling as he sat back in his chair. "Tell me more..."