Spider-Trinity: Reborn Into Marvel Universe

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The sound of a car engine was heard, parking but never turning off.

In the car was a dark-haired man with a white streak and eyes as blue as the sea itself.

The car was a red 2006 Chevrolet Camaro Concept.

The same dark-haired man lowered his sunglasses and saw the mansion in front of him.

”If this is the place, a stupidly large mansion with stupid security, why do they have this fence if they can just jump over it or fly over it with Erick’s powers or someone similar?” He shook his head at the very, very little security this place had.

”Sigh. I wonder if the house has already exploded.”

As he parked, he rolled down the window and pressed the intercom button.

When he pressed it, a part of the top of the communicator opened and a camera popped out and stared at him.

”Who are you? What are you doing here?” A woman’s voice came through the communicator. He gave up on trying to guess who it was, remembering that there were many women in that place and guessing which one it could be was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

”I am Jason. I have come to talk to a friend,” he answered while looking at the camera and adjusting his sunglasses.

”How do I know you are telling the truth? And who is this friend you are looking for?”

”You must know him. His name is Logan or James,” he answered nonchalantly, and waited for another question, but it never came.

What came instead was laughter.

”HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He waited a few seconds until the voice recovered from its sudden fit of manic laughter.

”Logan has no friends. And if he does, they end up not very nicely. So answer: Who are you? And why did you come?”

”Logan does have friends,” he replied while slightly lowering his glasses and looking at the camera, remembering Red(Jean), Ororo, possibly frozen Steve, and others who would tolerate him in the future, both in the comic and in the films.

”No, he does not have them.”

”Yes, he does have them.”

”No, he does not have them.”

”Yes, he does have them.”

”No, he does not have them.”

”Yes, he does have them.”

”No, he does not have them.”

”No, he does not have them,” Jason said.

”Yes, he has them.”

”Thanks. I was right after all,” he said as he adjusted his glasses and smiled. ”Welcome to mind games,” he teased internally.

”.....”

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On the other end of the intercom, instead of a woman, there was a teenager with a confused expression, not understanding what had just happened.

”What was that?” she asked, confused.

”Wonderful move,” said a subject who looked like a completely blue man with a German accent, who disappeared leaving blue smoke behind.

The girl looked back at the man on the camera and saw him sending messages on his phone. Just as she was about to speak, she heard someone growl behind her. Turning slightly, she saw who it was, which almost made her have a heart attack when she saw his unfriendly face and the claws sticking out of his knuckles.

”I recommend you open the door, Kitty, if you do not want to end up like Swiss cheese,” Logan said.

Trembling slightly, she turned around and opened the door. Looking at the man outside, she saw that he was looking at the camera and gave a wink accompanied by a smile.

’Yes, he has friends?’ she wondered internally, amazed.

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Getting out of the car, he approached the door.

Just as he was about to knock, a pair of arms reached through the door, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him through it, leaving him standing right in front of a beautiful girl with brown hair and hazel eyes.

Looking at her more closely, she had certain features of the actress Natalie Dyer from his world. Remembering how he went through the wall, he knew that this girl was Katherine Anne Pryde, also known as Shadowcat.

”How are you friends with that savage?! How?!” she demanded as she moved around him.

Taking her hands, he made her stop and look at him.

”That is not my secret to share but you can look into it, Miss Katherine Pryde. Or Kitty.” He saw her eyes widen when she heard him call her that.

”I’m surprised you look like Natalie Dyer. I thought I’d run into Ellen ’Elliot’ Page, but I’m not complaining. These are pleasant surprises.”

”How do you know my nam-....”

”Hmm. I have my sources,” he said, making her let go, and he walked past her. ”Now if you will excuse me, I have to find a certain savage.”

Moving away from her, he started walking down a hallway.

He did not need anyone’s help to find Logan.

Just follow the scent of beer and tobacco and he would find him.

As he walked down the hallway, he saw a few young men staring at him, and some girls giving him flirty looks, others blushing, and one or two even giving him the eye.

Changing paths through the hallway, he passed by a redhead, and as he did, he felt two things: one, a slight electric shock, and two, a kind of tug.

Ignoring the sensation, he continued walking, but he could not go very far because someone put their hand on his shoulder, making him stop.

Turning around to see who it was, he saw it was the redhead he had ignored. When he was about to ask her why she had stopped him, she grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

’Is today the day to grab me by the neck?’

Looking at the girl, he saw that the pupils of her green eyes had dilated, but then suddenly they changed to a golden color.

When he was about to ask her why she grabbed him, something happened that surprised him: she ended up kissing him, and not just any kiss.

It was a French kiss full of passion and excitement. Looking down the hallway, he saw that everyone had stopped and was staring at him. More than one person had dropped their things. Ignoring that, he mentally shrugged and returned the kiss. The only reason they broke apart was because they ran out of air.

As they broke apart, he stared at her and saw that her eyes stopped dilating and changed color again from gold to green. She blinked a few times until she looked him in the eyes and blushed excessively, now looking completely like a ripe tomato.

”You know, I am not complaining or anything, but at least ask me out on a date. After that we can do whatever you want in bed,” he said, unable to resist making a teasing comment. He saw the girl enter a new stage of blushing.

”I.... I am s.... sorry,” she said while clutching her books tightly as she ran off, disappearing around the left corner of the hallway.

”What a strange woman. But she kisses well.”

He looked around and saw everyone staring at him like a pair of owls.

’Judging by the way they are looking at me. Now that I think about it, that kiss was incredibly exciting. If it were not for the fact that we are surrounded by onlookers and my incredible self-control, I would take her to the first empty room and make her scream my name.’

”Amazing. You made Jean cheat on that annoying cyclops with menstrual rays.”

Turning around, he saw a woman he never thought he would see in person, a woman who had been the fantasy of many men and women, especially after seeing the films she had appeared in.

”Who?” he asked feigning ignorance.

”I am Anna Marie.... Or Rogue.”