A/N: Happy Easter everyone! Well, technically it's the day before, but the thought is still strongly in there.

I've been keeping close tabs on my reviews, and listening to a few good criticism points that have come to light here and there that I hope to address. One of the biggest being if Matt and Kara's relationship is evolving too quickly.

I'd like to point out that so far there is only a friendship between them at this time with an attraction both can feel. With it being so soon in them getting to know one another, throwing them together now would cause the whole story to come apart. But that doesn't mean the two of them can't have secret feelings until the right time presents itself. (Be prepared for awkward moments in the near future too.)

The next order of business is how the folks in the Marvel-Verse have yet to find Matt. Don't forget that there is literally an infinite number of universes, and trying to locate one person, through magic, technology, etc., can be damn near impossible even if you know what to look for. However, that doesn't mean that familiar faces won't be coming around at some point...but I'm not ruining the surprise just yet.

All feedback, good or bad, is helpful guys. Never be ashamed to let me know what's on you're mind and I'll answer it in someway.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Within the secured walls of the DEO, two agents slowly made their way down the long corridor. Eyes trained on the individual they were escorting which was a being that was easily eight feet tall wearing a long trenchcoat, with scales, and sharp claws and teeth.

The prisoner, which was restrained by powerful arm restraints and a collar around their neck that was attached to long handles that the agents used to move them, let out a series of angered growls as it leered at the humans. Angered that it had been captured and even more so as it was led around by those it considered 'lesser beings'.

Without warning, the alien let out a bellowed growl and shattered its restraints. Backhanding one of the agents escorting him into a nearby wall while the other pulled out his rifle and fired a metal dart into his chest.

Looking down at the projectile, the prisoner ripped it free and tossed it aside before charging ahead. It's full weight slamming into the human and sending him hurdling into the op center and crashing into another agent causing him to shoot his rifle off to the side.

Alarms blared all throughout the facility, agents gathering up weapons and surrounded the escaped alien as it searched for an exit. One of the agents got close and opened fire, punching several darts into the creature's body, but only succeeded in making it angerier as it grabbed the man by the neck and sent him flying through a glass wall.

Spinning around, the escapee was met with a powerful right-cross that staggered it. Supergirl stood, arms at the ready as she delivered a series of punches that kept the alien off balance just as her earpiece started ringing.

'Where are you?' her sister asked, sounding anxious.

"Busy." Kara replied as the prisoner sent another DEO agent flying. She ran up and landed another couple of punches to the alien's face keeping them off the others. The creature slashed its claws at her, only for the kryptonian to grab its outstretched arm and twist it to the side. A series of cracks being heard along with a grunt of pain.

'You promised me you were going to be here.' Alex continued while her younger sister continued to fight.

Slamming a powerful uppercut then delivering a solid kick to the prisoner before jumping and hovering in the air. Coming down hard and slamming her fist against the alien's face and sending them crashing to the floor. "And I will be, just dealing with an alien prisoner that got loose." she answered a moment later.

She ended the call and went back at her opponent who grabbed her from behind and held on tight. Kara gritted her teeth, then floated into the air until they were both almost touching the ceiling before coming back down hard enough on the ground ontop of the escapee to crack the stone floors.

Breathing a sign of relief she stood up just as Hank and a squad of agents came in to reapprehend the prisoner. "He was tough." the heroine said, dusting herself off.

"She." the Director amended, making her blink.

"...oh. Respect." she said toward the unconscious alien before going back to the man beside her. "Any chance I can have the rest of the day off?"

Hank looked at her, "This have anything to do with Alex calling you every few seconds?"

Kara sighed, "My foster mom's coming to town for Thanksgiving, and Alex is constantly on edge with how any discussion between the two of them will go. Which is why she needs me home so badly."

The Director gave a half-smile, "Go on then, we'll call if there's an emergency." The heroine gave a beaming grin before all but running to the entrance to the facility. Hoping that Eliza Danvers hadn't arrived already.

X

Meanwhile, on the other side of National City. A man in all black was firing a 9mm before a glob of webbing stuck both his hand and his weapon to the wall behind him. More webbing followed sealing his other hand and his feet to the same place beside three other guys dressed the same with various firearms.

"Seriously, didn't I deal with you schmucks last week?" asked Matt as he dropped down from the wall he had been clinging to. "Maybe I should be doing this to the lawyer that keeps getting you out on bail."

His spider-sense buzzed loudly in the back of his head and he spun around in time to grab the arm of a fifth gunman that was hoping to stab him in the back with a butterfly knife. "Oh, so close. But...no." the hero kicked the man in the chest sending him slamming into the adjacent wall before he was bound there like his friends.

Picking up the dropped butterfly knife, he approached the man. Performing a series of flipping tricks with the blade until it was closed as he held it up to his face. "You know, you shouldn't play with knives." he smacked the thug in the nose with the weapon like someone would use a newspaper on a dog, causing him to yelp before tossing the knife into a nearby garbage can.

"Love to hang out with you guys, but I got places to be." Matt gave them a small wave and swung off just as a couple of police cruisers pulled up to arrest the thugs.

"So, do we have any plans for the upcoming holidays?" Toxin questioned as he and his host continued their travels through the city. Referring to the fact that Thanksgiving was right around the corner.

"Kinda hard to have holiday plans when you've got no one to spend the holidays with." Matt thought back, swinging in a wide arc around a skyscraper and firing another webline to keep up the momentum.

It was going to be the first holiday that the young hero was going to end up having alone. His original intention was to spend Thanksgiving eating takeout and making sure the citizens had a good holiday by patrolling all day.

He heard his other groan, "Really? You're a workaholic, you know that right?"

"We're not getting into another discussion about my social life, are we?" asked Matt, already not wanting to deal with it once again.

"What social life?" the symbiote said back with a smirk in his tone. "Aside from the pretty blonde you hang around and her friends you still don't have much."

"I like hanging out with Kara, and she introduced me to the others. So sue me." the hero fired back as he started swinging up the familiar street that would take him back to his apartment and the comic shop.

"Yes, I know how much you like to hang out with KARA." the way Toxin said her name made Matt faulter a bit.

"Don't start." he thought back as he continued to head toward home.

"Oh, I'm starting. I thought you said before that we had priorities and you weren't looking to date yet?"

The hero shook his head as he took to the air again. "We do and I'm not, don't read to far into this." he muttered while firing another webline.

Toxin 'grinned' through their link. "I'm not 'reading to far into it' if the writing's on the wall. I know it, you know it, I wouldn't be surprised if Kara knew it too." the symbiote said, purring the girl's name and getting its host to blush. "See? You, my oblivious host, have it."

"Have what?" Matt asked getting frustrated to the point of not being able to concentrate that well at the moment.

"The love bug!" The hero almost slammed into the side of a building, but managed to quickly fire another webline and and reroute to avoid becoming a greasy smear on the brick wall.

"WHAT?!" he nearly shouted out loud after regaining himself.

"It's as clear as day!" the symbiote continued completely unhindered by what almost happened. "Just from the way you are around her, you have a thing for her. And don't say it's just a strong friendship!" it shouted when its host was about to deny it. "I'm a part of you, can feel all your thoughts and emotions remember? Ever since the two of you became friends you've had this connection with her, it's strong, so much so that I couldn't believe it."

Matt leapt off his last line and landed on top of the comic book shop, not wanting to risk crashing into something with the mental debate he had going on. Though...at this point it wasn't as much of a debate anymore since Toxin was able to put holes in his defenses. "Just admit it. There's no shame in it at all, Matt." his 'partner' coached.

Rubbing his face through his mask, knowing that the symbiote wasn't going to let it go, the young hero breathed deeply. "Alright...fine. I do care about her as more than a friend." he said out loud. "Happy now?" he asked with an edge in his tone.

"I think the real question is if you are happy now?" Toxin asked. Matt was confused at first, but realized that he felt a small weight lifted from his chest since he said the words out loud so he could hear them himself.

Though, he couldn't really understand how he could develop such feelings for someone in such a short period of time. He'd only known Kara a couple months, but in that time he had really gotten to know her.

And on a personal level, he found her pretty, smart, and when she opened up she could be funny too. She was perfect in Matt's eyes, and when they were together it almost felt like a part of himself that had been missing had been found...none of it he could explain in words and it bothered him that he couldn't come up with any other explinations.

Thinking about her smiling face, he shook his head to clear it. "Forget it." he muttered walking toward the building ledge and crawling down the side into the alley. "She probably doesn't feel the same way. Besides, we've only known each other a couple months now, it'd just make things awkward between us if I asked her out."

Toxin read the conflicting emotions in his host's mind and felt sympathy for him, he too could feel something special about the girl Matt had gotten so close to. And even though the symbiote gave him a rough time, all he wanted was for his host to be happy. He deserved it after so much had knocked him down in the past.

Reaching the ground level, Matt jumped off the wall and changed into a black long-sleeved shirt, jeans and boots before making his way out and toward the front of the shop. Even though National City was in the warmer part of the US there was still a soft chill in the air and he needed to at least look the part of someone dressing for the weather.

Seeing a couple of people leave, he stepped inside to see Stan just finishing putting the money he had gotten away. "What are you doing down here, I thought I gave you the week off for the holidays." the older man said glancing at the door.

"You did, but is it a crime to come see your boss every once in a while?" Matt asked, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed while a small radio beside him played a local channel.

Stan chuckled, "You got me there. Have you decided about what you're going to do?"

"Probably stay at home, order take out and watch the parade." the hero replied with a shrug. The shop owner looked at him with a sad expression, the young man told him about his past a while back and he understood how hard it could be losing family in such a way. "How bout you? Any big plans?"

"Spending time with my niece's son. I'm the only family he has left and we usually spend the time catching up."

Matt nodded in understanding just as the song on the radio ended and a woman's voice came over the waves;

"This is Leslie Willis coming to you live and wired from CatCo plaza, the week of Thanksgiving. Which means, it's time for my anual list of things I am not greatful for. And this years list is only one item...Supergirl."

The hero stood up straight and glared at the radio, he'd heard and seen the woman in person. A radio personality that had been apart of CatCo for a while who got her rocks off by bashing most things in popular culture.

To hear that Supergirl was the only thing on her target list at the moment didn't settle well with him.

"The blue and red absessed tooth on the gleaming smile that is National City. How much do I despise, I mean loathe, her whole 'look at me I'm a-dork-able thing. And that hideous, rejected from the olympics figure skating outfit she wears. I mean, a skirt and tights? PA-lease! Seems like overkill, especially since no one is trying to get in there."

"And who would that be? I mean, who is hombre enough to puncture the 'chastety belt of steel'? Perhaps Spyder-Boy out there could lend a hand, I mean, he seems like the kind of guy that likes to 'tie a girl up'. Though I hope he likes the saffoc vibe, with that big old butch 'S' chest plate blondie has displayed."

"And on the subject, how would that work with an alien? Is it all the same down there, or are there, like, tentacles? Maybe it's time for a break from the flying floozy of-"

Stan switched off the radio with a disgusted scowl on his face. Matt blinked, the rage induced haze that filled his mind faded to a light buzz as he released his clenched fists that had been turning white due to the strain of keeping his emotions in check.

"Dispicable." the store owner said shaking his head, "Supergirl and Spyderman both fight to protect our city and the only thing that woman does is trash Supergirl's good name? What's this world coming too these days that people would insult those who risk their lives for others?"

"Probably jealous." said the hero, allowing the rest of the anger burning through him to slip away with a couple deep breaths. "Supergirl is the most talked about woman in National City. Best guess, Leslie can't handle attention off her and her standard airwave BS."

The older man regarded him with a raised eyebrow, "You've met her?"

"She's worse in person, take my word for it."

X

At CatCo the next day, Matt stepped out of the elevator with another folder with photos in it and headed across the floor. Sending a nod at Winn when he passed by his desk before entering James' office.

"Hay, Olsen. Got some new material here for ya." he said handing the journalist the folder.

"Already? You trying to take my job?" James said smirking as he looked over the photos he'd been given. Nodding to himself as he looked over each one, "High resolution, no glares, how do you manage to get close enough to get these?"

Matt crossed his arms and shrugged, "Trade secret. And besides, I don't ask how you get good shots of Supergirl."

The transfer from the Dailey Planet concieded to the younger man's logic and put the folder aside, his eyes trailing toward something outside the office. The hero turned and narrowed his own gaze when he saw Leslie Willis strut out of the elevator and toward Cat Grant's office like she owned the place.

"I take it you heard the radio yesterday?" he asked turning to look back at James.

"I did, everybody did. Don't know what the hell she was thinking going off like that. But I don't think Cat's going to go easy on her this time. Not after all the effort she put into gaining moral support for Supergirl."

Shaking his head, Matt wondered why the media mogul even put up with the overrate disc-jockey. "Ratings, advertisement, connecting with the idiotic masses that actually believe in the crap she's spewing." Toxin tossed in his two-cents.

"All believable." the host agreed as he finished his business with James and left the office. Nearly running into Kara as she was rushing past,

"Oh, Matt! Sorry." she said adjusting her glasses and maintaining her hold on the tablet in her hands. "It's been a long morning and I'm a little off my game."

"Don't worry about it, Kara. Everything alright?" asked Matt, curious.

The blonde took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "My foster mother flew in yesterday for Thanksgiving, me and Alex have been spending time with her."

"And that's a bad thing?" the hero asked as they started walking toward her workspace.

"Alex keeps waiting for this...bomb to go off. Her and Eliza always get into these arguments every time they see each other." Kara sighed again, "I don't know, maybe I'm just oblivious to it most of the time. But let's just say that there's tension."

Matt nodded as they stopped at her desk and she took a seat, "Families usually fight and argue during the holidays. It's almost like tradition with how frequently it happens, even more so if everyone hasn't seen each other in a while."

Kara gave him a sad look, knowing of his lack of family after what happened with his mother. "What are your plans for Thanksgiving?" she asked, switching gears while wondering what he would be doing.

"Deciding between chinese and pizza." came the casual reply, "I'm pretty much going stag this year."

"What about friends?" the assiastant asked, a little surprised at how calm he was about being alone.

"Outside you, Jimmy and Winn...nope."

"Distant family?"

"Nada."

Kara shook her head, "Matt, no. You're coming over to spend Thanksgiving with us, we can have a friendsgiving."

The hero looked at her skeptically, " 'Friendsgiving'? We're just pulling words outta limbo now, aren't we?" he said smirking. "Besides, I don't want to intrude on you spending time with your sister and your mom."

"You won't, if anything you'll be a buffer between Alex and Eliza. Give them something else to talk about other than what could be said." said the blonde, her eyes looking at him in that pleading way that made it very hard to say no to.

Taking a deep breath, Matt felt his defenses already starting to crumble. "You're not gonna let this go until I agree, are you?" The look intensified, "Dammit, you really don't play fair do you?" Running a hand through his hair, he surrendered

"Alright. I'll spend Thanksgiving with you guys. Want me to bring anything?"

Kara beamed in victory, "Just a couple odds and ends, other than that we should be...completely..." she trailed off when she looked into her boss' office and saw who was sitting on the otherside of her desk talking with her. "What is Leslie Willis doing in Cat's office?" she said through gritted teeth.

"Best guess, here to either brag about the bull she was spreading over the radio. Or trying to save her career from burning down." Matt checked his phone when it vibrated and saw the police scanner app pop up, "I gotta go, catch you later, Kara!"

He was up and jogging toward the elevator, Kara waving after him as she turned back to the office. Concentrating as she listened to what was being said via super-hearing.

X

"I caught your broadcast, yesterday." Cat said, not sounding impressed while she slipped her glasses on her face. "I warned you about going after Supergirl or Spyderman."

"You're always warning me about something. That's our whole dynamic." Leslie said back, not at all threatened as she stood up, went over to the mini-bar and got herself a drink. "You tell me I'm crossing a line, next week, there's another line to cross."

The queen of media sighed in exasperation, "I discovered you in that shoe-box of a radio station. I mentored you to the best of my ability..." she watched the younger woman leasurely make herself at home as she sat on one of her couches with her drink on the table. "And for the most part, I'm proud of that. But going after a young girl, insulting her body and how she dresses, her sexuality-

"Lack of sexuality." Leslie said, cutting her off. "And the last time I checked, as long as I get you ratings you didn't care what secret cows I went after. So why is she different?"

Cat fixated her with a look as she moved from behind her desk and put the glass on a plate, "I named her, Leslie. I am doing everything I can to cultivate a relationship between Supergirl and CatCo. I'm doing the same with Spyderman, but Supergirl offers a whole different factor to the world at large in the name of all woman. If I could legally adopt her...I would."

The conviction in her tone would have left anyone baffled, especially if they knew the woman personally. Leslie blinked up at her boss and mentor, confused at how she was standing so strongly for the heroine.

But she wasn't backing down just yet, "I read your article, Cat." the DJ said standing from the couch. "You're just as hard on her as I am."

"Supergirl is off the table." Cat said with finality, taking her spot behind her desk once again. "Effective immediately."

Leslie gritted her teeth and stormed up to the mogul's desk, "You're dictating my content now?!" she hissed.

"Yes." Cat said, speaking slowly as if to a child on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. "Supergirl is changing the conversation of National City, and with another hero making himself known and fighting along side her makes it even more important. People don't want your brand of negativity anymore, Leslie. They want optimism, hope-"

"You're a hypocrite, Cat!" the DJ shouted before turning and storming toward the office doors.

"And your finished...Leslie." the mogul said with such a cold tone that the temperature in the room seemed to drop a degree or two.

Turning around slowly, Leslie fixed her boss with a smirk, "I have two years left on my contract. You're too proud and too cheap to buy me out."

Cat didn't even look up from the paper she was reviewing as she spoke again, "That's true. However, I'm not firing you. I'm transferring you to traffic chopper." she looked up at the now shocked and horrfied DJ. "You'll be National City's highest paid traffic reporter."

Leslie glared daggers at the woman, "You do this...you will regret it."

"Rush hour starts at 4:30, if you're not on the Cat-Copter when it goes up you'll be hearing from my lawyer." Cat looked up, "Oh, and you better take some dramamine, looks like it's going to be a bumpy ride." as if on command, lighting and thunder flashed outside with the coming storm spreading over the city.

X

Matt entered his apartment after spending the last couple hours partoling around. Thankfully, it seemed like even the criminals decided to take some time off for the holidays.

Shaking off the bit of water from the light downpour he had been in for a minute before going over to his couch and flopping down on it with a deep sigh. Taking out his phone, he scrolled through it to find a couple messages waiting for him. One was from Kara, telling him that her mother was happy to hear that he would be attending their dinner and couldn't wait to meet him.

Chuckling, he scrolled down to the next one and saw that it was from the local community college.

Despite the fact that his time was all tied up with the shop, being Spyderman and taking photos of himself for CatCo, he still wanted to take an online class or two every now and again. Though according to the message he'd gotten, new enrollments wouldn't be until spring, which did give him a bit more time to decide what he may want to go with.

"Wouldn't you be stretching yourself too thin adding another thing to our already massive list?" asked Toxin.

"It's just an idea, Tox." Matt replied as he picked up the remote and started channel surfing. "I didn't finish college when we got thrown here, and I never leave anything undone."

"Didn't you drop out given that you constantly had to keep leaving class due to the whole hero thing?"

The host didn't have an effective comeback for that statement and muttered 'shut up' under his breath while the symbiote chortled in victory.

"Breaking news coming to you live from CatCo plaza where a potentially dangerous situation has just been averted."

Matt sat up and paid attention as an anchorwoman appeared on screen infront of the media building. "I'm standing her before CatCo Worldwide Media headquarters where moments ago, one of the company's traffic helicopters nearly crashed due to a lightning strike. We received reports that there were two occupants inside the helicopter, one of which was renouned radio personality Leslie Willis. Both being saved from a gruesome fate thanks to the efforts of Supergirl."

"The pilot had been thrown from the cockpit not long after a bolt of lightning struck the tail rotor. National City's heroine managed to reach him in time and get him to safety before stopping the news chopper from crashing into a nearby building with Ms. Willis still on board."

"However, even after being saved Leslie had to be rushed to the hospital due to injuries received during the ordeal. Her condition is currently unknown at this time, but many of her fans wish her well and a fast recovery."

"Damn," Matt said leaning back in his spot, "Didn't see that coming."

"We usually never do." said Toxin. Leslie Willis may have spewed venom over the radiowaves, but that didn't mean she should have been in harms way. It was a good thing Supergirl had been there at the right time to lend a hand.

"Guess it's a good thing this city has two heroes now." said Matt, standing up to get a drink from the kitchen.

It was the roughest part about being a hero that he had gotten a crash course in long ago. That no matter how hard you tried or how much power you had, at the end of the day you will end up discovering that you couldn't save everyone.

Steve Rogers had personally told him that not long after he had met the man. Captain America was a symbol for truth, justice and the American way, but at heart he was an honorable soldier, and one that knew the horrible truth about the downside to being heroes.

But that never stopped anyone from doing the best they could, no matter what.

"I wonder what they're all doing now..." the young hero couldn't help but think. Every so often he'd think back to his home dimension and just wonder what was happening then. Did everyone think he was dead? And if not, were they looking for some way to bring him back?

He didn't dwell on it long, it was better not to and avoid any depressing thoughts that could come from it. He missed home, he always would, but there was no turning back and all he could do was look to the future and work in the present.

"The old popcicle really filled you with those philosophic one liners, huh?" Toxin said grinning in his mind.

Matt smirked, "Hay, he may be the ultimate boy-scout, but he had some pretty good stories." he returned to the couch, drink in hand and started channel surfing again. "A hell of a slave driver when it came to training, though." he thought outloud with a slight shiver.

As he sat there watching some sitcom rerun for a while, he couldn't help but get this feeling in the pit of his stomach. A normal person would have wrote it off as something insignificant, but to someone as abnormal as him it could mean something else.

Peter called it a literal gut instinct that something was going to go down and soon. And the thought of it didn't make Matt's mood any better.

X

In the alley behind the hospital, Leslie stumbled out one of the rear exits. Using the wall for support as she tried to regain her footing.

She'd woken up an hour ago after spending over a day in a coma, and after assessing her situation, managed to find her clothes and sneak out of her room. Avoiding all doctors and nurses along the way until she was outside.

Holding a hand to her head, her once dark-blonde hair now a white-ish/blue thanks to whatever had been done to her, lacing through her fingers while something crackled along them.

Something felt...wrong. Her whole body tingled from head to toe with something she couldn't describe. Looking down at her hands, she gasped when volts of electricity channeled along her skin. The energy growing in intensity until it shot outward and struck a nearby sign sending sparks everywhere.

"W-What is this?" she said shivering, the energy coursing through her settling down a bit allowing her to think.

"Looks like it's my lucky night." the DJ looked up and saw a man approaching her. Quickly hiding her hands as they started sparking again. "Halloween was last month, but with a body like that, all I can say is Happy Turkey Day to me." the man continued with a lecherous grin.

"Back off, loser." Leslie growled, bumping her shoulder into him and giving him a light zap from the energy channeling around her.

The man shook his head, "Don't think so, we're gonna have-" he reached out and grabbed her. But Leslie spun around and struck her hands out.

"Get away from me!" she shouted, a massive blast of electricity launching from her palms and into his chest sending him flying back. Landing in a puddle convulsing before going still a moment later.

Looking down at her hands, volts crackling between her fingertips, Leslie grinned from ear to ear. "What a...rush." she said in elation. The power flowing through her already becoming addicting while her mind spun at all of the possibilities before her.

Glancing up toward a nearby street lamp, she focused on the tingling sensation running through her body. Energy covered her form before she vanished in a burst of light that disappeared into the lamp's bulb in a shower of glass and sparks.

Leslie had something new to be thankful for this year, and with Thanksgiving being tomorrow, she intending on sharing it with someone she once looked up to...

A/N: A small installment with mostly dialogue, but we have now entered the canon episodes of Supergirl. With each episode being 45 minutes long, anywhere from one to three chapters can be made from each one if it can be planned properly, and there is going to be plenty of alterations to the original script to make things interesting.

And now that there is a new metahuman roaming around, things will get a little bit more interesting next time...

Next Chapter: 'Livewire'