Dateline: November 2nd, 2010.
Reports are flooding in that Washington, DC, United States of America i mostly naught but a crater in the earth; a memory of what stood mere hours ago. The strongest nation in the world lies crippled at the feet of an unknown terrorist power. No one is sure what to make of this attack, and there has been no official word as of yet as to who was behind it or for what reason. The National Guard has been dispersed throughout the United States and there is a rallying call for superheroic intervention at the site. We are urging any able heroes to lend their strength to this tragic development. Jane Gilatti, Channel Eight News.
The television's signal was abruptly cut with just a gentle press of a remote control. A rather lanky man carefully entered the room while rubbing his thin hands together anxiously.
"Mister Lockwood... the team you requested has arrived. They... they seem very... eager to get to work." The man said before bowing at the waist and quickly exiting the building, closing the large oak door behind him with a gentle clack.
Across the nation all superheroes would have heard the call to leave their respective cities and head to Washington, but not all would end up following. DC was a wreck, with riots, looting, and all kinds of illicit activity running amok since their world was turned on its ear in a flash not even 24 hours prior. It would be a good opportunity for villains as well to score some free swag or to even perpetuate the amount of havoc caused.
"WAHOOOOOOOOO!" A deep cry rang out high above the busy streets of New York City. An azure clad man leaped from atop a tall building and was rocketing towards the ground at an alarming speed. The rush of the wind against his cloth covered face couldn't help but bring a smile to his hidden face as Xavier extended his arms and fired a pair of thin yet exceptionally strong bits of webbing at a building during his descent. He grabbed hold of them tightly and swung through the streets, crying out again as he whizzed past open apartment windows and launched himself high into the air again. He fell once more and repeated the process of saving his own life.
Finally he landed on a building and sat down, catching his breath. He had been the Azure Arachnid for some time, but Xavier never did get tired of it. As he began to breathe easier, he thought back to the news report he had heard that morning about Washington DC being under attack. They had been calling for any and all superheroes to lend aid.
Xavier wasn't sure if he was okay with leaving New York to travel to DC to help, though. New York had its share of problems as well, and if he vacated the area, who knows what might happen. Still... something was pulling at Xavier's conscious. Maybe he was really needed at ground zero of the latest disaster on American soil.
He picked himself out and glanced over at the sun. He smiled, "Ah... I'll be gone for just a day or two. I'll be back before they even realize I'm gone."
With that, he held his right arm out and spun another web, about to take off on another adventure.