Brand New Isekai (Jean Grey Self Insert)

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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?