Don't beat him up, don't beat him up, do not beat him up, Andrew. They're just kids, you're better than them, be the bigger man. Violence isn't the answer. Superheroes don't beat up school kids nor civilians. Think of what Storm and Jean would think if they heard about it, Professor Xavier would be so disappointed. Don't beat any of them up, let it go, anger will get you nowhere. Count to 10, take a deep breath, do whatever. Just. Do. Not. Punch. The. Idiots!

A constant mantra and philosophical debate with himself every day seemed to be the norm ever since school started. The reason being that he forgot how utterly idiotic and annoying kids could be. Somehow these high schoolers were even worse than Bayville middle students!

Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact he quickly found and befriend Peter, he would've already left this shithole. The food sucked, the teachers were incompetent and had their head so far up their asses, and bullying was rampant. Imagining having to endure four years of this hell was a nightmare he didn't wish to indulge in. After Peter becomes Spider-man he'd probably pull out and return to Bayville. So that means anywhere from 1-2 years which should be just in time for the other X-men to join.

It was a bit off, but he was starting to think he was in X-men Evolution or some of the more modern animated series. Like he said though, the details were a bit off so he was going to take a "wait and see" approach. Man, he wish he had read more comics, especially the 616 mainstream ones instead of stuff like Wrap World or "What-If" or those from DC comics. He knew a bit about everything, but only vague outlines of most things. He only followed certain characters too and was really regretting most of them being obscure cool characters or alternate reality ones.

"Hey, Peter!"

Classes had just ended and he came to grab his fellow nerdy friend for lunch. Unlike his old school, high schoolers were allowed to leave the building during lunchtime. Quite a few popular food trucks usually drive by during noon and the lines were always far too long if they didn't leave immediately after the bell.

"Oh, hi Andrew. How're you doing?"

"Eh, so-so, how about you?"

He carried Peter's books for him despite his halfhearted protests. There was no time for stopping to put your stuff away in lockers when there was a very limited amount of tacos available!

"I'm doing alright, had a pop quiz today, but it was easy enough."

"What? It's only the first week of school and your teacher is already giving out pop quizzes? What the heck?"

The two boys found a seat outside on the grass as they enjoyed their meal. The other kids gave them weird looks, probably because of how much food Andrew brought, but the duo was used to it by now. 50$ could get you quite the amount of Tacos and other snacks after all. Well, that or the fact that there was actually an asshole who literally bought out the entire stock of the food truck.

He didn't feel bad though, you snooze you lose, and the vendors certainly seemed happy with his regular patronage. You know the food is good and authentic when you can barely comprehend the gibberish of the people shouting in the back as they prepare your order.

Peter grabbed a single burrito from the offered mountain of food, biting into a Crunchy Beefy Burrito Deluxe and savoring rich the flavors before replying. He didn't know what made it Deluxe but whoever thought to add potato chips to burritos was a genius in his opinion.

"Hmm, this is really good, I can see why it's so popular. Anyways, Mrs. Brian isn't that bad, she's just doing her job. It's way better than wasting the first two or three months of school reviewing last year's stuff."

"I guess that's true." That's fair. Andrew was lazy, not unreasonable, and he could appreciate a teacher helping students getting shit done, even if she had to make them. Personally he'd rather box a few rounds with the Hulk than suffer through the mind-numbing agony of Calculus 2 again. He was used to physical abuse from his regular training with Wolverine, but there were some things you just couldn't prepare for like clenching your teeth before a blow.

"Oh, by the way, you wanna come over later? Aunt May told me she was making some of her "famous" cookies, and that she had been wanting to meet you."

That's weird... He's never met her before so why would she want to meet him? The question was probably obvious on his face as Peter gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his head.

"Umm, I may have told her about you and she was just so excited about meeting my new friend. Sorry, you don't mind, do you? I mean only if you're free that is."

"Sure thing buddy, sounds good, I love cookies. I'll meet you by the fountain?"

A thumb up and the two boys got back to their meal.

Remember, Andrew, murder is a crime, no matter how infuriating and idiotic the person is. Even if he would be doing the world a favor by cleansing the gene pool of stupidity.

Andrew Williams didn't have many people he could say he hated, in fact, he couldn't even say he strongly disliked anyone in particular, with the only face coming to mind when he thought about the topic being his own father's.

Hate was a strong word, too strong in fact for his current predicament, but still, he felt like the dislike was slowing inching up there.

"Hey, dumbass, what the fuck do you think you're doing to my friend?"

But nothing grinded his gears more than people hurting his friends, so he was understandably pissed off when school was over and he found people ganged up on a small group of people. Peter was kneeling on the ground with his backpack turned inside out. Books, pens, and paper scattered across the ground and it was obvious that the three people laughing were responsible.

A blonde jock looking boy in a blue jersey jacket was the main culprit as the others were all positioned behind him. The others laughing was a tall lanky kid in an oversized purple t-shirt and a shorter Hispanic looking girl in a red long sleeve. There were two more members of the group, but while the blonde girl simply looked on quietly with casual disinterest at the scene, the other boy avoided looked at Peter and was hunched in himself towards the back. As if he was hiding from his own group as much as he was Andrew and the other people around him.

The laughter was abruptly cut off as Andrew's voice reached them. The large boy turned around with narrowed eyes.

"What did you just call me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were both stupid and deaf. I'll speak up this time for you. I said what in the fuck do you think you're doing to Peter, ya dumbfuck?

The boy's nostrils flared angrily and he stomped his way over. Everyone besides Peter was watching with anticipation for the upcoming show. Considering that he tangled with Wolverine at least once a week and was part of the brutal fight with Sabretooth, he almost laughed watching a normal if rather large 14-year-old kid try to intimidate him. He'd watched grown men torn apart and deep within his minds were countless memories full of life and death battles of all the animals he had Consumed. They didn't directly translate to battle experience or made him a hardened veteran by any means, but it would be a cold day in hell before he backed off from a punk-ass kid like this idiot. Heck even before he had powers he didn't like backing down.

He unknowingly suppressed them, but there were also a number of humans killed by the wild animals within the back of his mind.

Just as he was about to prepare to not only open a can but prepare an entire full course meal of Whoop-Ass on the kid, Peter scrambled up to his feet and interposed himself between them. His legs were shaking slightly along with his voice but his spirit stood firm.

"Er- Ah, let's calm down now, fellas? There's no need to get violent."

"Get out of the way, Puny Parker," Andrew couldn't hold back his snort. It was such a stupid and lame insult, but mostly it reminded him of how the Hulk would talk. "This is between me and him, and unless you wanna get your beatings too while I'm at it..?" The threat was left unsaid but not unheard, beat it, before I beat you.

Peter didn't move though, and the other boy threw a mean right hook. Andrew didn't expect the boy to suddenly lash out like that. He was caught off guard and his friend paid the price. Just as he was prepared to beat the boy black and blue for the offense, Peter got up again and once more stood between them, blood dripping down his nose.

"Peter! Are you alright? Oh man, you're bleeding! Shit, hold on for a minute, after I take care of this bastard I'll take you to the nurse."

"No, don't do it, Andrew. I'm fine. Flash, guys, please stop. We shouldn't fight." Peter raised his hands in a pacifying manner. It's ok if only he got hurt, there was no need to escalate things.

"Oh shut up, Pete and get out of the way."

"Yeah! Beat his ass!"

Before they knew it they had managed to gather a crowd, and nobody knew who started it but soon everyone was chanting in sync.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

And boy oh boy was Andrew ever tempted to do as they asked, but a look in his friend's eyes and all the fiery anger he felt suddenly went out like a candle in the rain. What was the point when the person you're mad for don't want it? He gave a long sigh before nodding.

Flash Thompson got lucky and avoided getting a broken nose without realizing it.

Still, while they were cool with letting things go, Flash was only all too happy to continue as he threw a strong punch towards Peter once more. Andrew was ready for it this time however and pulled his friend back and took his place.

"Is that all?" He raised an eyebrow at the other boy, utterly unimpressed with at the blow.

Unsurprisingly he didn't move an inch from the blow to his head. He would estimate his current weight to be around a couple of tons, and all that mass was super condensed into a humanoid shape. The only reason why Flash wasn't rolling on the ground from a broken hand was that Andrew knew that Peter wouldn't want the asshole to get hurt even if it was caused by his own stupidity, so he made sure that his face was, relatively, squishy. As in it was like punching a thick rubber wall instead of steel.

He didn't mean to escalate it, honest, but apparently his nonchalance had egged the crowd on even more as loud "ohhhhs" and cheering could be heard. The blonde boy's face reddened in anger and embarrassment, but Peter was bleeding and Andrew didn't have time to entertain idiots. He swiftly walked towards the backpack and carefully grabbed everything, ignoring Flash completely after tripping the boy who attempted a sneak attack.

A charging tackle may be all well and good on the football field, but attempting to do that on someone who was an immovable mountain was a futile effort. After the third try, he finally wised up and left the duo alone.

"Alright, Peter, let's go get your nose looked at and then we can get those cookies I've heard about!"

The stunned boy only gave a small nod as he was taken to the nurse's office. Thankfully nothing was broken.

He was only mildly disappointed that Aunt May wasn't the version from MCU. Marisa Tomei was hot, enough said. Not that he wanted too or would've perved on what was basically his friend's mom, there were just some things you didn't do. Still, it would've given him some ideas on what to expect if this was MCU Earth.

Then again, this Peter didn't look too much like Tom Holland either... Actually he didn't even recognize this Peter, but he had chalked it up to him still being young and with baby fat or prepuberty differences.

"Why, hello there, dear. My name is May Parker, it is very nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mrs. Parker, I'm Andrew William. It's nice to meet you too."

She passed over the tray of cookies to him and Peter, who thankfully managed to clean himself of all evidence of his fight and made Andrew promise to not bring it up, while she went to grab a glass of milk for the both of them.

"It's too bad my husband Ben had just gone to the store, I'm sure he would've been delighted to see you. In fact, why don't you stay for a while? I'm sure he'll be back soon!"

"I wouldn't mean to impose-" He didn't manage to finish before she waved off his concerns. "Nonsense, any friend of Peter's is always welcomed here. Why don't you boys take this tray up to his room while I prepare something for dinner?"

"Sure thing, Aunt May."

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Gosh, she was such a sweet old woman, but damn if being in people's houses and bedrooms didn't make him feel all sort of nervous. He was in unfamiliar terrain, it smelled strange to him- not bad, just different, and he was scared of bumping into everything. Still, it was nice to meet Peter's family. Uncle Ben had returned soon after and he was an energetic and lively man. Maybe a tad too much for his tastes, but he found the old man likable regardless, even if being in the same room rapidly drained his social batteries.

They passed time eating snacks, chatting in Peter's room, and reading comics. Apparently Peter had some DC comics of all things like Superman, and one of his personal favorites- the Teen Titans!

Say what you will, Raven was the pretty much the OG Big Tiddy Goth GF. It was more than just a meme damnit! It was a way of life.

He was a cultured man of many tastes. Peter was more into the fun and spunky Starfire, and while he could see the appeal he also preferred her sister. Well, the animated series one at least, who didn't end up causing the rape and torture of her sister. Gosh if that wasn't a huge "what the fuck?" moment, because he sure as hell didn't expect the bubble alien's origin story to be so dark! Maybe he was too used to kid-friendly cartoons? Weird, because he also loved dark and bloody mangas like Elfin lied or Berserker.

Say what you will about sticking your dick in crazy, but it is the psychopaths that are always the hottest ones and he never claimed to be a smart man.

Tonight the criminals of New York got a reminder of the series of bizarre animal attacks that happened last year, where a moose of all things attacked a couple of thugs. Now that Andrew found out DC comics existed he had something to spend money on again besides food and games.

He actually had quite the savings in his bank account but having more never hurt.

...Maybe I should open a construction or furniture company in the future..?

Andrew may have gotten a little overboard with practicing and had ended up filling his house with a strange assortment of furniture of all different compositions and styles. He had over a dozen chairs and twice the amount in pillows and blankets. Fun fact, baby goose feathers just made the absolute best pillow filling ever, while young alligator scales were incredibly soft and malleable and were just so stylish and smooth when made into leather couches.

He was currently sitting on a rabbit fur beanbag with his foot propped on an oaken coffee table.

Stylish~!

He felt fancy as heck with his dark red Dante-esque long trench coat and long brimmed peacock feather hat.

If only making functioning chimeras was as easy as household items or clothing. The best he managed was some Grimm ripoffs from RWBY.

Nothing but animals with bone plating and spikes and denser bones and muscles. Slapping on wings or gills on something was easy, having them actually be functional was a different story? Editing or making his own unique modifications? That was super hard. It was too bad there wasn't any place he could find with evil soulless monsters or aliens roaming around he could Consume.

He could only test things out with trial and error. Lots of errors. A whole truckload of fuck ups.

Well, that and rely on his creativity and the many many issues of comic books he had acquired. Who knows, if Marvel was real then why not DC? He was pretty sure that there were crossover events in the past so maybe he could visit one day.

Heh, yeah right, and I bet I'll manage to sleep with Wonder Woman or Raven one day too!

A boy could dream, right? He pets his small rabbit as he considered what his next pet project should be. Pun so intended. Maybe a method to shoot out spikes or bone shards? Didn't that dude from Naruto, Kimimaro or something, manage to do that? Speaking of the bone user, the shinobi's best friend, Jugo, also made use of both transformations... Oh! and Choji!...

Probably not going to try to learn Choji's skillset, turning into a giant ball and running into people sounded idiotic and he could already enlarge himself. Oh, Butterfly Mode sounded cool though...

Decisions Decisions. Let's go with seeing how well I can make animal-plant hybrids for now! Poison Ivy and the first Hokage won't have shit on me once I'm done!

Ok maybe not Hashirama, but there were only so many plant users that he could think of, and even fewer badass ones.He doubted he could ever make a fucking tree survive getting nuked by magical sky scrapper sized demons.