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Hanks hook his head, “Not really a secret, just that the information you have about me being a ladies man is wrong.” Hank grinned, wiping the last of his tears away from laughing too hard. “I have great respect for women, but that’s about as far as it goes.”

“Oh. Oh. Well...” He paused, rather surprised by the revelation before giving Beast a thumbs up. “That’s cool! Whatever makes you happy, Hank.“

“Maybe I should enroll him into kindergarten”

“I fear what would happen the first time someone tried to put the Hulk in time out.”

– “Bug boy.” She spoke sincerely. “Thor may have mentioned thee once or twice. Thou dress in skin tight outfits and prance around no?” She fully smirked this time.

“You obviously have me confused with someone else. I do not prance.“ He gave it a moment’s reconsideration. “At least, not that I’m aware of.”

Ororo took in his tattered and disheveled appearance, giving a bit of a sympathetic frown. “I’d offer to completely extinguish your costume with a raincloud but I’d afraid that would leave you soggy. Do you need the day off from your classes? I can get someone to cover if you’d like.”

Peter managed to get to his feet, holding a hand to his head. Apart from his legs feeling like jelly and his brain being full of angry bees, he was fine. “I’ll live. Just point me in the direction of my classroom. I seem to have forgotten it.”

“Many would, and rightly so, for it is not called the Golden Realm because we deem it so.” Thor’s mouth was decorated with a small smile at Spider-man’s request to see his home. “But at the moment I would say it is ill advised. The Realms still simmer with unrest and the Nobles of Asgard have much more to worry about than to entertain a guest, but I will promise that one day I will show you Asgard young friend.”

“I could help with unrest, maybe.” Peter rubbed one of his own shoulders in a mildly nervous gesture. “But if things are... simmering over there, what brings you here? Your brother isn’t trying to take over the world again, is he?”

Ororo flew out of the way in the knick of time. “Hey!” she hollered before levitating and placing her hands on her hips. “Watch where you’re swinging, you nearly swung into me!”

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Peter hadn’t exactly been thinking straight when he almost collided with Ororo, but he had a very good reason for it: he was late. It was becoming a habit of late as he had to juggle his job as a teacher at the Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters, his job as CEO of Parker Industries, and his responsibilities as Spider-Man. It was the latter of them that had held him up, specifically a bit of a donnybrook with a new ‘Sinister Six’, a group that steadily declined in quality with each new iteration.

Costume torn and slightly smoking, he released the web line he had swung in on and nearly collapsed on the ground. Those vibro-shock gauntlets always made him a bit discombobulated after a few good hits. Peter took a moment to catch his breath and clear his vision, “Sorry! Just... just running a little late.”

Hank couldn’t help but laugh, “Your source of information is out of date and lacking a bit.” Hank shook his head though and laughed more.

“Oh, bosch! Seriously, what’s your secret? Inquiring minds want to know.”

      “ Things have certainly settled down,          why do you think we’ve been in space ?           Where have you been lately … ? “

“Your family is always going into space. I just figured it was some kind of weekly tradition. As for me? Well, I’ve been... traveling the multiverse a bit. You know, the usual.”

“…I can give yer brain a good jab with my psychic claws.”

“We’ve only been talking for a minute and you’ve already threatened to stab me. Yup, you’re definitely Logan’s kid.”

“Well, that is probably true. You can’t really relate to it. You’ve had people who dislike you before, but never to the point where you had to be kept seperate from society. Maybe you just need to…I don’t know, find something else to show you can relate to them on?”

“I guess you’re right. Not sure what it could be, though. I’m nearly twice their age. They don’t get any of my witty bon mots.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a teacher and it’s the teacher’s lounge,”

“Huh. I guess I just assumed being one meant being the other. Then again, I’m a teacher and I’m not an X-Person, though I figured it was because I’m not a mutant.”

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“Actually yes,” she replied with a smile. “Beast has to be away for three days and we were hoping you could substitute his biology class.”

Peter leaned on his desk and made a little groan of displeasure, “I... guess so? I’ve got a surprisingly busy schedule for a man that runs around in tights, but I will do my best.”