The Next Event


"How's your leg doing?" Connor asked as he entered the kitchen. Peter was sitting with his leg on a seat. As far as he could tell, Peter's leg wasn't hurt that badly. It was just skinned, but he was a Kryptonian-human hybrid so who was he to tell how badly a regular person got hurt under civilian conditions?

Peter looked up from the bandages he'd been fidgeting with to pass the time and replied with a laugh, "It's not that bad, Aunt May is just overreacting. It's just scraped, not fractured or whatever she thought. How are things going out there?"

After the first event in Family Games was over, everyone had gone back to conversing and just hanging out, well most everyone. The Holt family – namely the younger boys – had been thoroughly disappointed over their lose, and had gone somewhere to train for the next event, whatever said event might be.

Right now, he were helping Clark, Martha and May with making a cookout lunch. Megan, because she was a Martian, was keeping the small kids preoccupied by playing hide-and-seek in a field of hay piles. He could still hear the gleeful giggles from the group as they were either found or jumping in the hay.

Peter would have been out there too, but his aunt had insisted he up some ice on his ankle just in case Peter had sustained an injury worse than it looked. Connor thought that was a little odd. Peter might have the same build as Robin, but despite not being an acrobat, Peter didn't seem frail.

"They're almost done with the burgers, and hot dogs are coming along, but those will take a little longer," he replied taking a seat next to Peter.

"So what are you in here for?" Peter asked. "Not that I don't want company or anything."

"Your aunt and Clark wanted me to come check on you." Connor shrugged. "Megan would have, but she's busy right now."


Peter nodded. Megan was eager to talk to him when given the chance, but Connor on the other hand wasn't very talkative. While Megan wanted to hear everything about Spider-Man, save his identity, Connor was content with merely listening.

"So, have they announced the next event yet?" he asked. The last he'd heard about the Family Games was that they'd won the first event and had gotten a score of about sixteen points. As far as he knew the relay race was the only event of the day.

"No, not yet, but I was told Terry and the other organizers were still deciding about which one they wanted to do next," Conner answered. "I was told that it was either going to be Capture the Flag or Ultimate Dodge Ball."

"I hope it's not Capture the Flag," Peter said.

"Why's that? Clark told me it's pretty fun."

"Ah …. Let's just say that I've had bad experiences while playing that game. Dodge Ball would be the lesser of the two evils." Peter shrugged; he'd rather avoid a rehashing of a field trip's disastrous game of Capture the Flag. Why anyone would elect to play that game while they waited for the bus to fix in the middle of nowhere was beyond him.

Connor raised an eyebrow. "You don't like Dodge Ball either?"

"No, not really."

Before Connor could ask another question, Jonathan Kent walked into the kitchen. "You two doing anything right now?"

"No, we were just talking," Connor answered.

"Good, 'cause I'm gonna need both of you two to help me, if you can."

Peter found that he was more or less being asked if he was ready to get back into doing some physical exercise.

"I'm fine, what do you need help with?"

"We're going to be clearing out the barn for the next event," Jonathan said as he led the two boys out of the house.

"And that event would be?" Peter inquired.

"Evidently they want to play Ultimate Dodge Ball after last year's fiasco; I sure hope that no one gets hurt this time."

Maybe Dodge Ball wasn't the lesser of the two evils.


"How are things coming in here?" Connor heard Clark ask as the older Kryptonian entered the barn.

"We're almost done, but we could use your help over here," Jonathan called to Clark as everyone gathered around an old desk.

Surprisingly, moving most everything in the barn was pretty easy, even if he had to reign in his super strength to keep Peter from finding out that his teammates weren't exactly normal. Though Peter did seem pretty strong himself, so Connor only had to make sure that he didn't appear to be something far more than an equal to Peter.

"Why don't you and Peter get the door, and Connor and I'll lift?" Clark suggested. "On three."

Clark counted to three and Connor lifted. It was easy, but having to act like it wasn't was.

I seriously dislike this, he thought as they set it down outside. Clark easily acted like it'd been a strain to lift the desk, but Connor didn't entirely understand how yet.

"You two look like you deserve lunch," Jonathan said, clapping him and Peter on the shoulder in congratulations. "You two have definitely earned, both by winning and helping."

"Come on, I came here to get you three for lunch," Clark told them as they were led to the pavilion. "Megan's waiting there for you two. She and the kids made ice cream while you were cleaning, and she's saved some for her teammates."


"How's your leg?" someone asked Peter as he stepped into the lunch line.

He turned around to see the person who'd addressed him. It was Abel.

"Its fine, thanks for asking," Peter said with a smile as he put a hamburger patty on a bun along with a few hot dogs. He was pretty hungry; breakfast had worn off sometime in the late morning.

"Glad to hear that, I would have been bummed if you couldn't have competed in any of the other events. It's nice to have some competition in the games, and my brothers are pretty excited about it too," Abel answered as they moved along through the line.

"Really?"

"Yeah, not many people are able to beat me in a race. I was MVP for my track team this year, but that won't matter much in the next event."

"Yeah, Ultimate Dodge Ball," Peter said unenthusiastically. "What is it anyway? I've never heard of it before."

Abel smiled. "If you don't know, then I'm not gonna ruin a pleasant surprise for you. All I'll say is: I hope you're good at avoiding flying objects."

You wouldn't believe how good I am at that. Peter smiled. "Okay, may the best team win."

He offered a hand to Abel and he shook it. "Yeah, may the best team win."

Okay, here's the next chapter. Please feel free to leave your comments, concerns, complaints, rantings, and MOST NEEDED, suggestions.

I actually had a lot of fun writing this one, because I mainly know its gonna leave you in suspense. I would have explained Ultimate Dodge Ball, but I thought it'd be better suited for the chapter in which the game actually takes place.

I'm super excited to write that one, because I've played Ultimate Dodge Ball before and it's extremely fun. I hope you all are ready for a preview of how I write fight scenes, because this is going to be the equivalant of one, or at least I hope it is.

Special thanks for the seven of you who voted on my poll, I'm glad that we finally broke the tie to see what game is next.

Lastly, do I need to say that I don't own either Spider-Man or Young Justice? If I owned them, I highly doubt that I'd either need to say this nor would I be writing on FanFiction.

~Rayner out