Brand New Isekai (Jean Grey Self Insert)

[Skyfyre]

Spoiler: Spoiler Warning

This contains heavy spoilers for Spider-Man Brand New Day, so uh, don't read it if you don't want those

Peter Parker POV

Flipping over an upturned truck, I heard the bullets ping off the metal and a few whiz over my head. "Gotta say guys, not really feeling welcome. Is this how you treat every friendly Spider-Man that drops by to visit? I'm neighborhoodly too!"

Gunfire and shouted orders were my only response, though I felt my Peter Tingl- Spider-Sense, gotta call it that now - flare up with a threat from over my head. Bracing my hands against the side of the armored vehicle and adhering to it, I flipped up and over, kicking the Damage Control agent that was nearing the edge.

He tumbled over the other side and I spun around atop the vehicle, kicking down another agent attempting to get out of the side door, now standing on its end. Grabbing the door, I slammed it down and webbed it shut, trapping the agents within. This also removed the one piece of cover I had from the agents on the ground on the other side of the road, forcing me to dodge against the spray of gunfire once more.

My senses, especially including my danger sense, warned me of where the shots were coming from, and my enhanced speed and agility let me evade the shots. Despite my advantages, I still felt the familiar rush of excitement and danger as I charged in, feeling like an electric current was running across my very being as I slipped between danger.

Rushing ahead, I punched one in the gut, then smacked the heavy gun out of the hands of another before having to run away. I'd positioned myself from practice such that most of the others' shots would have risked hitting their comrades that I engaged in close combat, but these foes clearly didn't care, lining their guns up. I didn't think it was because they really trusted the dark, heavy duty tactical gear and body armor they were all wearing either.

I kept a look out for any telltale twitches and the subtle sense that there was something up with any of them, but it looked like Jean had moved on, not controlling this bunch. Firing off a web-line at two trees, I jumped, pulling myself towards one, before cutting the line off and firing another strand out to a tree closer to the first strand I was still attached to.

One of the agents was smart enough to see what was coming and jumped out of the circle of webbing I was making before it pulled tight, trapping the rest of his five buddies together. Unfortunately for him, he rolled his ankle as he landed, cursing as he landed and stumbling, unable to take advantage of his position before I casually shoved him towards the others and webbed him up against them.

"Language!" I chided. "There might be Spider-children about? What would they think if they heard an upstanding federal agent swearing like that? You know, if the kidnapping and wanton violence wasn't enough to send them running."

"You're the criminal Spider-Man, and when we get you-" I shoved the cluster to the side, watching as they flailed like a turtle on it's back for a moment before webbing them up further. They weren't giving me any more intelligible commentary and I had bigger problems to deal with, like the next armored vehicle barreling down the road towards me.

Setting off at a light jog so as to not outpace the newcomers too far while still getting closer to the gate around the compound, I saw that while they'd chosen not to run over their fellows, they had no such compunctions regarding me, not even trying to lean out the windows and shoot at me.

Backflipping over the speeding van, I sent a web line to the front of it, then yanked hard when I landed on the ground behind them. The heavy vehicle resisted mightily, but with my adhesive nature and super-strength let me combat the forces pushing it ahead, and with a heavy lurch, mental crunching from the opposing forces, the machine rose up in the air, nearly flipping over before it stopped.

Letting it drop back down with a heavy thud, I webbed the wheels to the ground and waited a moment for the doors to burst open. Snagging the first men out of the van, I tossed them to the ground, using the force to throw myself inside, kicking another in the gut. In such close quarters none of the agents could fire at me, while I launched a flurry of punches and kicks at them. One tried to stab me with a knife, but the attack seemed so slow to me that it barely registered on my Spider-Sense and I broke the offender's wrist with a slap.

The agents in the front of the van aiming through the iron mesh covered opening between the back and the front, was enough to flare a feeling of danger within me, however. Pushing the last of the assailants in the back with me down, I leapt to the ceiling, clinging there and letting the bullets whiz harmlessly beneath me and above all the others on the floor.

They adjusted their aim and I scuttled out, pulling myself around the corner and landing by the passenger side door. Ripping it open easily, I punched the first, cracking his helmet and dazing him before immobilizing the driver with a bunch of webs to neutralize her.

With them handled, I swapped web cartridges from the shooters on my wrists with the ones in my belt pouch. Seeing the guards at the gate scrambling to pull out heavier weaponry, I fired a pair of web lines at the towers by the gate and pulled myself forward.

The turrets they rolled forwards on wheeled platforms and had some big guns on them, big enough that they could have seriously hurt me… had they come anywhere close to hitting me. As it was, these were clearly not designed to fight a foe as acrobatic as myself and couldn't draw a proper bead on me before I'd webbed all the guards up operating them. Some of them cursed me, wondering, "Why are you doing this Spider-Man? You're supposed to be a hero!"

"If you knew what was being held in here, you'd know that this is what a hero does." The door in front was barred, and thick enough that I had to put serious effort into punching it open, tearing at my knuckles and making my wrist twinge.

The two agents I'd thrown to the ground before had chased after me, and I didn't even turn around to dodge their shots, letting them follow me as I entered the facility. There was practically no one inside, and I only needed to wait a moment after turning a corner inside and stopping for them to rush past me. Webbing them up before they could recover, I picked the two of them up and rushed ahead, slamming open the doors to a long hallway, at the end of which stood another agent.

There was more than that however, within his body was another presence, a controlling mind. Somehow, I just knew that Jean Grey was controlling him. Showtime.


A/N: Hello and welcome to my latest story! I got inspired after watching Brand New Day in theatres and this came to me as a fun idea. I hope you'll enjoy it.

The story started out on my snippets page, but I decided to add a little In Medias Res prologue to kick things off. It's not how I usually start things, but I kinda liked it. What do you think?

 

[ENDDRAGON]

Will Jean date Peter?

 

[Spearow]

oh interesting, reading a self insert on the villain is always nice

 

[Lillie Jones]

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[Skyfyre]

oh interesting, reading a self insert on the villain is always nice

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Yeah, there's a lot of fun stuff you can do with stories like that

Will Jean date Peter?

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It's a self insert, so no. SI!Jean's not into guys, but their friendship will be important for the story

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[Skyfyre]

A day earlier

Jean Grey POV


Alright, let's try this one more time: My name is Jean Elaine Grey and I am a telepath. Possibly the future wielder of a cosmic force known as 'The Phoenix.' Did Jean have any cool codenames beyond that? I feel like she must have, right? Scott was Cyclops, Logan was Wolverine, what's his face was, uhhh Kurt! Kurt was Nightcrawler, Henshaw was Beast- no, that's a Superman foe, Beast is McCoy. I think.

The thoughts buzzed around my head, joining the other thoughts that buzzed outside it. There was everyone on the bus, but also people nearby too. Everyone within my range of forty feet or so I could sense, no matter what obstacles lay between me and them. Their thoughts weren't distinct things I could read, no matter how much I focused, or even how few people there were around to grab my attention, but I suspected that was only a matter of time.

Jean Grey was a strong telepath and telekinetic in the comics. One of the strongest, even without the Phoenix. I didn't feel particularly strong right now, my hoodie pulled up, trying to avoid any cameras that might give me away. Damage Control wasn't omniscient, but they sure felt that way sometimes in a city like this.

New York was constantly busy, and I'd felt crowded living here even before my psychic powers had kicked in, and that was despite having lived in a big city my whole previous life. New York was just different though, and more than just the whole 'aliens/ninjas/supervillains sometimes invade' thing.

A man in a suit got onto the bus and I stiffened up. Shield? Hydra? Damage Control? TVA? As he took his place standing at the front, not paying attention to me and just watching videos on his phone, I relaxed a little. Most of those organizations are gone now, or mostly defunct at least, but still. I spent far too long worried about if some sharply dressed businessperson was actually an assassin sent to eliminate me for knowing and/or being capable of too much.

I had hoped that with Endgame done that the TVA would be neutered and I could finally live my life in peace, but then Damage Control had swooped in to ruin my life.

Shaking such depressing thoughts free, I got off the bus at the stop and walked to the nice, peaceful cemetery. It had taken a while to find it, but the 'Battle of Three Spidermen' had been pretty public. From there, finding a 'May Parker' who had died just around that time, who had been married to a 'Benjamin Parker' who was also deceased led me to Shady Groves Cemetery.

I set myself up a good ways away from tombstones, but kept them in line of sight as I sat down at the base of a tree. Zipping open my ratty backpack, I pulled out one of my journals from it. These could be the most dangerous things in the whole universe… pshhh. Yeah right. Maybe a few years ago, back when they contained the locations of the Infinity Stones.

Despite the limited use right now, it was a risk to keep some of this information contained, but too vital for me to not keep. The Marvel Cinematic Universe was a mess and while I had kept up with most of the early movies and series, that was a long time ago and I'd never been the biggest Marvel fan (see: My lack of all but the most basic X-Men knowledge). Writing everything down helped me keep track of it all and review what I knew.

My biggest issue right now is a lack of any sort of protective gear or powers. Even skills; I workout a ton and I'm great at parkour and alright at martial arts, but that's just not enough to deal with laser beams, magic, and super-strength. A Vibranium suit would be a dream, but I didn't exactly feel like pissing off Wakanda. Same for Stark Tech and the armors they kept hidden away, though I felt my chances of being able to get in and out with one of those to be slightly better.

Catching sight of movement, I cast my head up and saw a young man walking through this section of the cemetery, carrying a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He was caucasian, brown haired, late teens. Could it be him? Finally? The last set of flowers on May's grave were getting a little old- yes! He's replacing them! It's him! Spider-Man!

Excitedly I jolted up, catching his attention, his gaze immediately whipping up to me. Forcing myself to calm down, I stuffed my notebooks back in my bag and began casually strolling over, angling myself as if I was just heading out of the park, but taking me closer to him.

The man relaxed, saying something to his late aunt as I approached, veering closer to him. He frowned as I walked up to him, standing up. He was average height, but I was rather petite in this life and he looked down at me. "Can I help you with something?"

Well, that's an open line, might as well take it. "Yes, actually. My sister, Sara Grey, was kidnapped a couple of months ago."

"That sounds like a job for the police-" He began, stiffening up slightly as he realized what was to come.

"The police won't help because it's Damage Control that took her so only Spider-Man can save her!" I said in a rush to get it all out. That just seemed to make him more nervous and he turned to leave.

"Uh wow, that sounds bad but he's not here-"

"I know you're Spider-Man, Mr. Parker, and you might be the only one who can help me. Please," I said, projecting the last word into his mind telepathically. He staggered slightly from the unexpected mental protrusion, my power clearly somewhat unsettling as he turned around to look at me, a mixture of worry and pain on his face. Damn, that aspect of my power clearly needs some work. Why is it so much easier to not just take control of people but possess them than anything else?

I wasn't sure, but I chalked it up to whatever strange continuity it was that put an X-man in the MCU. Spider-Man was still staring at me ,so I awkwardly stuck a hand out. "Uhh, hello there, my name is Jean Grey."

He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before he sighed and shook it. His grip was solid but surprisingly light for someone I knew to be capable of ripping my arm off like a toothpick. "You already seem to know who I am."

"Not really - I knew enough to remember that you had an Uncle Ben and Aunt May that had raised you, but Doctor Strange's spell hit even all of my memories of your secret identity. Changed everything I'd written about it so it all just read 'shshshshsh.'"

He let go of my hand. "How do you know all that?" He asked.

"The same way I know a lot of things. But that isn't enough to save my sister by itself, so will you help me?" I knew Spider-Man, in pretty much all his incarnations was a good guy, but just a hint of worry niggled away at me. What if he doesn't believe me? What if he's hit a slump in his and toss his spider suit in the trash?

The latter was unlikely as he had been spotted swinging over Manhattan just a couple of hours ago on the Spider tracker App. Still, it wasn't until he nodded his head that I let out a sigh of relief. Spider-Man is going to help me, everything will be alright.

Spoiler: A/N:

This was the first chapter I wrote. As I said before, I was really inspired by the new Spider-Man movie, and I've always liked the Marvel cinematic stuff (especially the Spider-Man stuff), but I've been kinda worried about how dense and convuluted the continuity can be. Hopefully I won't mess up too badly, but if I do, hey, that's what we have the multiverse for, haha.

Jean going for Spidey for help is going to drastically cut down on her difficulties, but as we'll see, there are still some bumps in the road ahead. What are you looking to most from this story? Let me know down below or on the Discord where we have discussions about this and my other story, Like No One Ever Was, a Pokemon Self Insert as Nemona from the Scarlet and Violet games.

 

[Lillie Jones]

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