"I still don't see why it has to be this way," The Flash, also known as Wally West said as he put his arms on the table. All around him, his fellow superheroes bore grim expressions. "It was the lack of communication that led to the cold war, remember."

"This is a slightly different situation," The dark-haired beauty to Flash's left said. She clicked her silver bracelets against the table as she continued, "there's no government involved here. No politics. Maybe we should just let everything go-"

"We've gone over that," the muscular man at the head of the table cut in. "I don't think they can be trusted. Not until they roll over," the Superman sighed as a series of nods resounded about the table. Flash was the only one who seemed to disagree with his words, and decided to speak up. Someone had to, after all.

"Who's to say they aren't right?" Flash offered with a shrug, earning a series of stares.

"Excuse me?" the being of pure energy known as Captain Atom said as he folded his arms across his chest. "Some of the things they've done are absolutely unforgivable. We can't afford to overlook that. I say we make a motion for the government to shut them down permanently. They couldn't before, now we can add our own muscle to the operation."

"People would end up getting hurt," Flash replied stiffly. "It'd be an act of war. If they where to try and arrest us, would we give up easily?" he finished with a gulp. Every member of the league, which meant over fifty eyes, was looking at him. If he hadn't been nervous before, he was now. The large auditorium in the hall of Justice was deathly silent, until the silence was broken.

By Batman, of all people.

"He's right," the caped crusader said in a gruff tone of voice. "We need to investigate the Avengers and their allies further."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Wonder Woman asked with a tilt of her head.

"I've set up surveillance on several members," Batman said as he stood up from his seat. "Only time will tell if they can be trusted or not. Now I've got to go back to Gotham." With that, the caped crusader left the room, leaving all to be somewhat stunned.

"Meeting adjourned," Wonder Woman said as she got to her feet. Soon, the room began to empty itself. Eventually, Wally found himself in a deep conversation with Superman and Wonder Woman. "...have been going well with Wakanda."

"That's some good news at least," Superman replied as he clapped his hands together. "Hopefully Aquaman and this Namor can reach a similar agreement."

"You've met Aquaman, right?" Wally replied with a slight scoff, knowing first-hand how stubborn and aggressive the King of Atlantis could be. Superman seemed to agree with him on that, as he nodded. "Of all of us, he's the most likely to start a fight," the scarlet speedster finished.

"If Batman and his surveillance techniques don't do the job first," Wonder Woman said as she gathered up some papers. She had just voiced one of the many concerns Wally had about some of the Dark Knight's methods. They could be rather unforgiving. "Clark, how's Kara doing with her suspension?"

"She's eighteen," Superman huffed as his shoulders dropped. "She hates me for it. She won't talk to me at all. Not even after the other day's incident," the man of steel sighed. "I've seen her twice in the last week. And one of those times was over China, but she disappeared under cloud cover. I...I don't know what to do. I mean, If I knew what I did wrong..."

"You kicked her off the team," Wally replied as he placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "That might be a good place to start. Then consider that it's probably really hard to try and make a name for herself in your shadow."

"That still doesn't explain why she wouldn't at least have called for backup," Superman said with a huff as he crossed his arms. "I've had her pulled out of that Truck in ninety seconds flat, even if I was on the Watchtower," he half-snapped, "as opposed to how long it took-"

"Easy Clark," Wonder Woman said softly but firmly. "Consider that she's forming a decent relationship with one of them. That could make things go over a lot smoother in the end." At those words, the man of steel simply looked out the window, before departing rather quickly.

"Or he could wind up killing the guy," Wally shrugged.


"Peter dear!" his Aunt's voice rang out from the kitchen. "Someone's at the door for you!" she said as he made his way into the upstairs hallway and down the stairs. His hopes at who was at the door were dashed though, as he saw a man in a sharp business suit, accompanied by a woman holding a briefcase. The man reeked of confidence, and of a life in pleasure that looked as though it rivalled Tony Stark.

"Can I-" Peter asked as he gingerly extended a hand.

"Lex Luthor," the man said as he took Peter's hand and shook it inn a powerful grip. "I would say I've had you on my radar for quite some time, but that would be a lie," the bald man said as a wry grin crossed his face. "But ever since...that happened," the man continued, "you've been on the top of the list."

"What list?" Peter asked as he blinked, as the setting sun began to get in his eyes.

"Every year," Luthor smiled warmly as Peter saw his Aunt standing in the background, waiting, "I hand-pick ten of the brightest young minds and set them up at local branches of LexCorp. You're number seven. Congratulations, Mr Parker." Luthor said as he clapped Peter's shoulder with an open palm.

"I uh..." Peter stuttered, unsure of what to say to the man. Luthor looked like a man who was used to getting his own way all the time. Not someone that Peter wanted to piss off. So he just stood there, on the spot, wondering what was going on.

"I'll have my assistant handle the details," Luthor smiled as he began to walk away. "She'll send them here in the morning," he finished as he stepped into a sleek black limousine, which drove away promptly, leaving Peter completely perplexed. Even as Harry pulled up in his car only moments later, he was somewhat lost.

"Come on, Tiger!" MJ shouted from the passenger seat, "I told you, we're all going crazy tonight!"


"Long day, Tony?" where the words that greeted him as he entered the main lobby. He held a glass of wine in his hand. In the room, Steve Rogers and Jessica Drew waited for him patiently. Neither of them where in uniform, but Steve was buffing his trademark shield with wax.

"You have no idea," the Iron Avenger replied as he took a seat. "I'm losing half my business customers to Wayne Industries. My investors are in a frenzy," he sighed as he took a sip of wine, and relaxed into the chair. This merging of universes is definitely bad for business, he thought as he took a second sip. "And to top it all off, the Mark 45 isn't working."

"Bummer," Steve replied as he ran his cloth over the shield again. "What'd you lose? Couple million dollars?"

"Yep," Tony said as he put his feet on the rest. "Six million, to be exact."

"Oh you poor thing," Jessica snorted sarcastically. "That must be so difficult. Having that much money to lose and all." Steve repressed a snort as Tony gave his fellow Avengers a hard stare.

"I'm the one paying for this building, you know that?" he replied as he set the glass down on the coffee table. "If Stark Industries goes bankrupt, I'll have to sell the Quinjets."

"Aren't you worth several billion?" Steve Rogers smirked as he continued to run the rag over his shield.

"Give or take a million or two," Tony said, only to realize that the Captain was being somewhat sarcastic. He gave a defeated sigh as he began to understand that he would earn no sympathy from his two fellow Avengers. Not over his lost wealth, at least. Mainly because he still had more than either of them would ever have. "Shut up," he muttered as the two Avengers exchanged looks. Their sarcastic expressions disappeared, however, when the wall exploded.

Immediately, Tony sprang into action. He pressed a button on his watch, which would summon his armour to him in minutes. Unfortunately, that seemed to be to long, as a fist swatted him aside. He knew there would have been a follow-up blow, if it weren't for Captain America's shield slamming into the blonde-haired attacker. Instead, the blow was re-directed towards the captain, who rolled to the side as a yellow ball of energy struck the attacker from behind. In retaliation, the attacker tossed Spider-woman through a wall to Tony's left. Shit was the only thought that ran through his mind as he prayed that his suit would arrive before he was killed.


"Ma, I'm home!" he said as he approached the farm house. As he reached the top step, he scanned the house, hoping that there would be more than one body inside. He was fortunate, as there was one person in the kitchen, and another in the upstairs. He opened the door, just as his adopted mother walked into the hall.

"Clark," she smiled as she wiped her hands. "You're just in time for supper. Come into the kitchen and I'll-"

"That'd be great, Ma," Clark replied with a smile as he put a hand on her shoulder. "But I think I need to talk to Kara first. I-"

"You'll have to be quick about it," Ma Kent replied as she folded her arms across her chest. "She's got somewhere to be tonight," she continued with a smile, "and by the looks of things, it's somewhere special."

"How can you tell?" Clark asked.

"I may not be able to see through walls," Ma Kent smiled as she turned around and headed for the kitchen. "But I can see the little skip in her stride. And I know that when a woman takes so long to brush her hair, she's making sure that it's perfect. So be quick if you want to talk to her," Ma Kent said as she disappeared into the kitchen entirely, "and don't ruin the evening for her. If you do, she won't forgive you. And neither will-" She stopped as the sound of a television's volume increased.

"Ma?" he asked, somewhat concerned.

"Kara, get down here!" She shouted as Clark entered the kitchen, and his eyes fell onto the television.

"What?" Kara muttered as she came down the stairs, and entered through the other door.


"I said no!" Peter shouted as they up the door to Harry's Penthouse, which revealed a host of scantily-clad women. A number of whom where dressed in skimpy imitations of his Spider-suit. That did not impress him in any way.

"You said no strippers or hookers," Harry replied with a grin as two of the women approached. "Nothing about erotic dancers, pal. Besides, I thought you'd enjoy the theme," he smirked as the two dancers took Peter by the arms and began to pull him away. "And they weren't cheap, by the way buddy. So a thank-you is in order."

"Don't worry," Peter replied with gritted teeth, as someone turned the television on, "I'll find a way to repay you. Count on it. I-" He was cut off by a loud gasp, and he turned to face the television. What he saw shocked his core.

The Avengers Mansion had been reduced to rubble. Columns of black smoke rose from what remained of the structure. Small fires where peppered about the area. And a ring of people had gathered around the perimeter, watching silently.

"We are live on the scene at the remains of Avengers Mansion. Just seconds ago,we saw Captain America being thrown out of the remains of a wall by an unknown assailant. Eye-witnesses also say they saw flashes of light from inside, leaving many to wonder the fate of Tony Stark, who was seen arriving on location less than an hour ago. We are now faced with a perplexing question: Will the Justice League come to the aid of the Avengers? I-" A sonic boom cut the reporter off, as a small black shape shot upwards, before pausing mid-air. "Quick, get a shot of-" The reporter began, but she was too late. The figure flew off to one side. And Peter didn't have to wait long to find out what direction it was heading in. Given the fact that it, or rather she blasted through the wall of the penthouse.

As the dust flew about the room, everyone made a mad dash for the door. Peter made sure that everyone got out before he turned to face the figure, who he could now see clearly. She wore a pair of tiny jean shorts, and a black leather jacket which was left open. Underneath the jacket, she wore nothing but what looked like a black bikini top. Her blonde hair billowed in the wind, but it didn't hide her face in the least.

"Kara?" he asked, and the figure smiled a wicked smile. His spider-sense blared, only it was to late. He found himself flying through the air and crashing into the television. He fell to the floor in a heap, and did his best to get to his feet. But again, he was to slow. She picked him up by the neck, and held him on the spot. And that's when she did something completely unexpected.

She kissed him. Not a passionate kiss. And not a tender one. But more of a method of foreplay. He almost found himself unable to breathe as she shoved her tongue inside his mouth, completely overpowering him in every sense. In retaliation, he mustered his strength and sent it into his fist, which he sent into his palms, which he slapped against her ears. His hope that the blow would disorient even someone with her strength was met, as she dropped him.

"Wow," she smirked as she kicked him in the stomach. "I guess that little showdown with the Avengers took more out of me than I thought," she continued as she dragged him to his feet, and struck him in the stomach. It hurt like hell, but he hoped that was the worst she could dish out, in her self-described diminished state. "I guess I'll drag this out," she smiled as she grabbed him and flew out the window, and out over the street.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted as he slammed his fist into her side. The force of the blow forced her off-course, and into a construction site. They both tumbled in the dirt, but Peter was quick to his feet. "Kara, what're you-" She inhaled quickly, then released a massive gust of wind, which tossed him backwards, into a half-build wall.

"This is so...exciting, isn't it?" Kara said in a highly seductive tone as she rushed forward, crossing the distance between them in less than a second, and pinning him against the wall. She ran her hands up and down his body as she kissed his neck. "I can hear your heart beating faster, Peter." she smiled between kisses. "I can feel your blood pulsing. I can see that you're... Happy," she continued as she caressed his cheek, while using her other arm to keep him restrained, despite his attempts to break free. "Now," she said as she took her restraining hand away, "I-" he forced his knee into her abdomen, forcing her back, and allowing him to retreat somewhat.

He made a desperate break for a series of concrete tubes, hoping that they might minimize her movement abilities to a degree that would even up the fight a bit. He was wrong, as she simply landed in front of him, and crushed the tubes into dust.

"Now that wasn't very nice," she said as she removed her jacket, and tossed it aside. "I went and got all dressed for you, and you can't even be bothered to please me as a woman?" she said as she once more crossed the distance between them. But this time he was ready. He brought his foot down on an I-beam that had been discarded. The other end of the metal beam struck Kara's face hard and sent her to the ground. He picked up the I-beam and swung it in a circle. But as he came around for the blow, her face was inches from his. He felt something strike his ribs, and he dropped his improvised weapon.

"Why're you-" he began, only to have her fingers wrap around his jaw.

"Because I can," she replied with an evil expression. "I can do whatever I want with these powers," she continued as she lifted him even higher. "Look, with one finger, I can break three ribs." she said as she made good on her statement. "Now, don't struggle..." she cooed as she tore his shirt off his body with one simple motion.

"Just..." he began to say, but stopped as he felt her fingers tighten around his jaw, breaking it.

"I didn't say you could speak," she replied as she tossed him on the ground. As before, he didn't have time to get up, as she placed herself on top of him. With a gleeful cackle, she racked her fingers across his chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist so tightly that he could feel her body heat. He squirmed as she leaned down and ran her tongue along his neck. Luckily, this distracted her from in incoming threat, in the form of Iron Man.

An explosion rocked the area, rendering him completely unconscious.

A/N: So, a wrench has been thrown into the mix of things, hasn't it?

-What did you like?

-What didn't you like?

-what do you think's gonna happen next?

-Any particular characters you'd like to see?