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CHAPTER TWO: FIRST DAY

Superwoman drank the water as if she had never drunk it before in her life. Sitting down on top of the billboard, she pulled out her phone from her belt. She dialed a number and took a deep breath as it rang.

"Hello?" Said the voice on the other end.

"Hey, mom. It's me." Said Superwoman as she blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"Claire! How did it go? Do you need help?" Her mother asked.

Claire shook her head, smiling. "No, mom. I'm good, it, uhh...it went well. Just uhh, wanted to call and see how everything was in Washington?"

"It went well, have you heard from your father yet?" She asked again,

"No, not yet. I think he's still at the Fortress." Claire said as she rolled her eyes playfully. "I saved a little girl from a fire today. Had a doll of you." She said smiling.

"Of me? They make dolls of me?" Diana laughed on the other end.

"Well, yeah. Mom. You are like, the most famous badass superheroine of all time. C'mon who wouldn't wanna be like you?" Claire explained pacing on top of the billboard.

"I love you." Said Diana.

"I love you too, mom. You can always suit up, you know? I mean, I don't really know what happened on Themyscira but-"

"I made a vow to you. To my family. Themyscira had nothing to do with it." Said Diana as she cut off her daughter.

They both shared a moment of silence, the mystery of why Diana retired was a seemingly sore subject for her. Claire knew very little as to why her mother retired being Wonder Woman, but longed to see her in action, to fight side by side, to be together.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to- oh crap!"

"What's wrong?" Diana asked.

"I'm late! I love you, call you later, bye!" Claire spat the sentence out like a rapid-fire machine gun as she hung up, chugged the remaining amount of water like a champ, and flew across town.

"Crap, crap crap!" She said out loud as she zoomed across the skyscrapers.

Most New Yorkers were used to seeing a red blur zig and zag through the skyline, hurrying as fast as possible without losing control of her speed. As she landed in an alleyway, she quickly changed with lightning speed to a simple red jacket, dark blue pants, sneakers and a gray shirt. She jogged to the front doors of the FEAST homeless shelter located in Chinatown. FEAST was short for Food, Emergency, Aid, Shelter and Training. The facility was large, full of resources to help people get jobs, bunk beds in a gymnasium with the occasional small table set up. A TV was set up in the back of the gym, right in front of the entrance to the extremely large kitchen. The second floor, accessible by an elevator near the entrance as well as stairs, had offices, classrooms, and even a church or occasional spare room should someone need a minute or two of privacy. Seeing all these people, packed in, looks of hopelessness, struggles, each battling their own demons. It was why Claire was here, she actually wanted to help make a difference. Her father was a reporter, which helped give the hero a viewpoint of how to help people he wouldn't otherwise have before. Her mother, although retired from her heroism days, worked as a historian. Due to her slow aging, she was able to hide her advanced age. Due to this Diana was able to understand humanity better than Clark and its flaws. Claire inherited many of their traits, but wanted to carve her own path and right now, that path involved her first day on the job as an assistant at FEAST. She slowly but surely made her way up the steps to the small office to the right, she tried to soothe her nerves by biting her lip, she opened the door and poked her head into the small office. There sat behind the desk was a sweet woman in her early 60's. She looked at her computer as Claire slowly entered the room.

"Mrs. Parker, I am so sorry for being late, see there was this uhh...giant-crocodile man and the subway got shut down so I-"

The elderly woman smirked and folded her hands as she leaned forward, her blue eyes piercing right through Claire, making her stop her stammering. She wasn't angry, no, she was disappointed and that felt so much worse.

"Sweetie, you sound just like my nephew. I understand having nerves, I still get them too. But if you're running late, just call, ok?" She smiled as Claire let out a sigh of relief and a nervous chuckle. May stood and walked over to her putting an assuring hand on her shoulder.

"You kids are way too hard on yourselves these days, you're only human." May said which made Claire smile.

"Thanks Mrs. Parker." Claire thanked.

"Please, dear, call me May." May said.

As May explained Claire's duties as her assistant, mundane tasks such as paperwork, check in, helping prep supplies when they come in, processing donations, the young woman felt calmer. Like this is what she was meant to do. Eventually, the two women made their way down to the gymnasium where a crowd had gathered...which was unusual.

"Don't you see!? These so-called 'superheroes' are really just harbingers of doom!" A young blonde-haired man.

Full of fire and rage, standing on top of a few milk crates. Trying to tower over everyone in his rapidly growing audience. "All of them bring nothing but chaos and destruction! Superman, Stark, hell even that lunatic in the batsuit! All of them are terrorists!"

"Ok, that's enough Mr. Machin!" May shouted, showing her temper for a moment, which got him to stop.

"You are entitled to an opinion, but these people are trying to relax. Please get down from there." Said May as she tried to get closer. An asian man in a suit got Lonnie's attention and drew his ire next.

"And you! Mr. Saint Martin himself! You're so full of shit!" He shouted.

The man known as Martin Li had motioned to the police officer next to him to escort the still shouting young man off the premises. The rhetoric continued as new people were being processed in. The crowd dispersed with little fanfare as now Claire helped put the milk crates away while Martin and May talked.

"Hell of a first day..." Claire murmured to herself.

She felt bad for people like Lonnie. But at the same time, she knew her father wasn't a terrorist or a monster. Was she necessary? The world had its hero, its champion...who was she in that regard? Her dad would tell her she was the best she could be. Her mom would call her a brave young woman with a warrior's spirit. Both of which were indeed true. Her Kryptonian powers and her Amazonian training made her a force to be reckoned with, as she demonstrated with Croc earlier. But who was she as a person? Who was Claire Kent? It was a question she had asked herself countless times over. Always trying to fit in, always trying to feel as normal as possible. When she flew, she felt free. Alive, even. When she would suit up, she felt like she was going to a job and that was her uniform. When she saved that little girl? That's when she felt like she was meant for something bigger. And working at FEAST? It was a way that Claire Kent could help people alongside Superwoman.

"Lonnie Machin sure knows how to rile up people." Said a voice that drew Claire's attention.

There she saw a young man, around her age, carrying a couple of boxes into the storage room.

"Here, let me help." She started as she grabbed a few from the young man and smiled as she helped him carry the supplies to the shelf.

The two started putting them away, when he lent out his hand, she took it and shook. "Peter Parker."

"Claire Kent. Any relation to May?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah, she's my aunt. Let me guess, you're the newest victim of the May Parker guilt trip?" he joked.

Claire smirked at the joke. There was something oddly familiar about him, she couldn't quite place it. Why was he so...familiar? As Peter helped her unload the supplies onto the shelves, Claire kept studying him. She hated when she didn't know something. If anything, it drove her borderline mad. Who was he? Why WAS he so familiar? Finally...Claire had a guess. She chuckled to herself and looked around before walking to the other end of the room. Grabbing Peter's attention.

"Uhh, hey. You ok?" He asked with a confused look on his face as she held up an orange as if she was pitching a baseball.

"Never better...Spider-Man." She declared with confidence.

Peter just froze for a half a second but set down a box on a table. "Woah, hey you got the wrong guy."

"Do I?" She questioned back.

She tossed the orange in the air a few times, catching it with perfect precision every time. Her eyes staring right at Peter, cornering him almost. Deep down, he knew she had figured it out... but how? He had JUST met this person? Or was she maybe a Spider-Man fan? A stalker? The last thing he needed in his life was a stalker.

"Let's say I got the wrong guy. Let's say I look like a complete weirdo and embarrass myself in front of some rando. We can just pretend like this never happened, ok?" Claire asked worriedly.

"Like what never happened?" Peter questioned as he studied her.

She too looked familiar, at least...now she did. It was strange. It was like he saw two different people in the span of fifteen minutes. One who was shy, kinda quiet, nervous...and now someone who was confident. Full of herself. Full of determination.

"This!"

Claire threw the orange right at him, with lightning speed. Peter's spider-sense went off as it came at him. It wouldn't really hurt him, he thought anyway, instinctively Peter dodged it. The speed of how it was thrown was unlike anything he had seen before. He was certain that it even dented the wall a little as it splattered. He turned his head and saw Claire smirking with her arms crossed.

"Start talking." She said with authority.

"You first." He answered back.

Claire reached down and grabbed the box of oranges, she held it with one hand and grabbed an orange.

"Who's holding the instrument of citrus doom?" She joked.

"Ok...so...you got me." Peter surrendered. "But I recognize that right arm anywhere, you're Superwoman aren't you?"

Claire put the orange away and set the box down on a table. She was practically beaming with her smile. "Got me."

"So...now that we're both open with each other…" He trailed off.

Claire raised a brow as she went for the paper towels and held them, ready to clean up the mess left by the orange. She was curious as to what his next question was. She was also kind of excited, having a friend who had powers before was something that was borderline exhilarating. Though she knew the question he was going to ask.

"Yes, I know Superman. He's a goober from Kansas and my dad. My mom is someone who'd kick anyone's ass in half of a second." She spoke with pride at this fact as she nodded to an old Wonder Woman poster from the 1940's.

"No way!" Peter practically shouted. "Wow, that's...that's so cool! You must have all kinds of-"

Before Peter could continue, Martin Li entered with May, both smiling yet confused at the mess that was against the wall.

"Uhh...saw a spider!" Claire quickly explained.

Peter nodded. " Uhh, yeah! A spider! Freaked Claire out." She shudders, trying to play along with the lie.

"Right, uhh...okay then." Said May as she was eyeing the wall, wondering what could have caused it.

As she turned her head again, Martin was introducing himself to Claire with a handshake.

"What's the occasion, Mr. Li?" Peter asked as he nodded to the suit Martin wore, which was unusual for the laid back and humble man.

"Well, I'm being honored by the Wayne Foundation tonight." he said smiling, a hint of nervousness was detected by Claire.

"Oh man, Mr. Li, Martin, that's great!" Peter exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm a little nervous." Replied Martin as he rubbed his neck.

"Bah, don't worry about it, Bruce is a stiff. As stiff as they come." He said playfully.

All three of them looked at him like deer in headlights at the remark, but Peter recovered. "Or so I've heard, you know?"

Claire mouthed out 'Nice one'

"Yeah, well...I'd like for you and May to attend, you two have been my eyes and ears here for so long that I'd go crazy without your help. You're welcome to come too, Ms. Kent."

Claire scoffed. "Nah, parties aren't really my thing. Besides I'm still settling in, New York's pretty different from Smallville, but thanks anyway, Mr. Li."

"I understand completely, Peter?"

"I'd uhh..I love to! I don't think I have a suit that fits me anymore?" He spoke.

"I think I still have your old homecoming dance suit; you were so handsome in that!" May exclaimed, much to Peter's chagrin.

"May, I don't think that even fits me anymore…"

"Nonsense, swing by the house later and pick it up." She smiled.

A cell phone goes off and Martin answered it, excusing himself as Claire went to clean up the mess away from Peter, who was pulled aside by May.

"How is she doing?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Uhh, fine, I guess? She still seems pretty nervous." Peter replied as he wondered if Claire had super hearing and dreading what May would say next, out of slight embarrassment.

What would happen next would mortify Peter in the years to come.

"She's pretty, why don't you ask her out? Or at least show her around the city?"

"May!" Peter gritted through his teeth.

His question was answered as Claire stifled a giggle.

"See you at 7, dear." She patted his shoulder and left to continue her duties.

Claire waited until the coast was clear and burst out laughing. Peter tried to not blush out of embarrassment as he rubbed his neck.

"What's so funny?" Peter asked in a grumpy manner.

"Your aunt is killing me!" She laughed. "Oh boy, I love her already."

"Yeah, you just say that because the humiliation doesn't go towards you." Peter retorted.

"Oh, hush." She put her hands on her hips. "Be a man and take a joke."

"Usually, it's my job to make the joke and the bad guys' job to take it."

"Yeah, but that's not the case here, is it?" Peter rolled his eyes while getting the boxes to put them in their place.

After a few minutes, both young adults went back into the main building to see what else was there to work on.

"So, are you actually going?" Claire asked.

"I'm not sure." Peter replied. "Really depends on what happens today."

"Ahh, yes, I forgot that being a superhero has no guarantee of having a life." Claire retorted.

"Oh, tell me about it!" Peter exclaimed. "I honestly have no idea how Tony Stark does it, he seems to be living the perfect life with him being Iron Man and all."

"Yeah, probably the no secret identity thing helps a lot, doesn't it?" Claire joked.

"That's probably because he doesn't have anyone to care about." Peter said.

Claire got a bit taken back, but he had a point. Fortunately for her, the only people she cared about could handle themselves really well. After all, they are the world's strongest and mightiest heroes to ever live. Peter on the other hand, didn't have it too easy. He wore the mask for a reason, to protect those that he holds dearest. Spider-Man will always have enemies, and if any of those enemies ever know about Peter Parker, he would never be able to live with it. They decided to go to Martin Li's office and see if there was anything else they could do.

"Mr. Li?" Peter knocked at his door.

Martin went to open the door but not entirely. He kept it open enough to see only his face but not to see the inside of his office.

"Yes, Peter? Miss Kent?" Li asked.

"We were wondering if there was anything else we could do around the place?" Peter offered. "If you ask me, I think we did pretty much everything there is to do for now."

"Oh, well in that case, take the day off, Peter." Li replied. "Also, please let me know soon if you will be able to attend the event tonight."

"Will do, Mr. Li." Peter replied.

Li closed the door quickly as the duo left FEAST and headed towards the sidewalk outside.

"That was weird." Claire said.

"What was?" Peter asked.

"Why wouldn't he let us look into his office?" Claire stated.

"Probably because he's a bit of a slob? After all, many brilliant men are." Peter said with a wink.

"Ugh, I don't even want to know where you got that from." Claire rolled her eyes.

Both Peter and Claire walked around the city, nothing out of the usual, yet. Claire really seemed to have an interest in Peter and wanted to get to know him better. As they walked around the city for a bit, they asked each other questions about themselves, eventually they both got some pizza and sat on a rooftop. Nobody saw either of them as they stared out into the city they protected.

"So, um, why the spider powers?" Claire asked.

"Oh, it's because they let me choose which animal's abilities, I wanted to get so I chose a spider because they're wicked." Peter joked.

"Funny." Claire laughed. "Better question, HOW did you get the spider powers?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously, since he never really spoke about what happened.

"Well, when I was 15 years old, we took a field trip to Oscorp where they were doing… experiments on human DNA and spiders as to how it could serve as a benefit to the medical field for human enhancement." Peter explained.

"Right? I'm listening?" Claire said, nodding along as she munched on pizza.

"One of those spiders got out and bit me, the next day I woke up with all the abilities of a spider." Peter said. "Super strength, healing factor, wall crawling, speed you name it."

"And yet you still need web shooters? How come you can't shoot webs like a real spider?" Claire asked in confusion.

"Don't ask, okay? I don't know." Peter replied.

"Dude, that's so lame. So, what made you decide to be a hero?" Claire continued.

Peter then started to go down memory lane really deep and started to dig out his most traumatic one.

"Well... at first I decided to become a wrestler." Peter said in embarrassment.

Claire laughed out loud from such absurdity.

"A wrestler? Really?" Claire asked while still laughing.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, I know." Peter said. "But the pay was really good and I wanted to save up for college so that way Aunt May wouldn't have to kill herself for me."

"Oh, well that's sweet of you." Claire reassured.

"I suppose." Peter said. "Anyway, one night there was a burglar robbing the arena's office, he ran away in my direction but I did nothing to stop him."

"Why?" Claire asked, surprised at the revelation. It didn't seem like something Peter would do.

"Because the owner refused to pay me my rightful amount for stupid reasons." Peter explained. "Therefore, his problems were not mine."

He took a deep breath before continuing with his story.

"A few hours later, I get a call from the NYPD...they called to say... my Uncle Ben...was shot dead." Peter trembled.

Claire got quiet as she listened intently as he continued on with the story.

"I was so angry; I put on the costume and went to find him." Peter said while gripping his hands into fists. "When I found him... he was the same robber I let go."

Claire immediately put her hands over her mouth in horror. Peter shut his eyes tightly,struggling to continue.

"You didn't... kill him, did you?" Claire asked.

"No! I couldn't have. He tried to make a move on me and he fell down the window." Peter said in defense.

"That's a relief." Claire said. "I mean about you not killing him, not him falling-

"Yeah, I getcha..." Peter assured. "Ever since that night, I decided to use my powers for the good of this city. I promised that I would never let anything bad happen again. With great power, comes great responsibility, and it is my responsibility to keep the city of New York safe."

I'm sure your Uncle Ben would be proud of you." Claire said with a smile.

"Thanks, Claire. I really appreciate it." Peter thanked her with a smile.

Both Peter and Claire looked at each other for a bit before clearing their throats and trying to shake off the awkward silence.

"So, um, who made you the suit and gear?" Claire asked

"I did." He said proudly.

"Really?" Claire raised an eyebrow. "I was wondering if you had anything made by Stark or something."

"No, I can handle myself pretty well. Sure, the first few times were tough but overtime I managed to create better weapons and equipment to become Spider-Man. Not to mention a better costume." He spoke.

"What was your costume like?" Claire asked.

"Ugh... it was my wrestling costume." Peter groaned

Claire laughed as she held her stomach and tried not to tear up.

"What did it look like?" Claire asked. "Now I'm curious."

"Please, there's no way I'd show you that." Peter said.

Claire then immediately took out her phone and started typing. Peter for nervous and tried to see what she was typing.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked.

"Oh, we'll you don't want to show me so I'm just going to Google it." Claire said as she typed.

Peter's eyes widened as he reached over and tried to take away her phone. Unfortunately for him, her super strength and speed were way superior to his. Fortunately for Claire, she managed to find old pictures of wrestling posters that said Crusher Hogan vs The Human Spider. In the poster she saw Peter wearing a plain long sleeve red shirt with a spider printed on the chest. He had blue leggings, fingerless red gloves, and a blue mask with red outlined goggles. All this was enough to make Claire laugh extremely loud, managing to make Peter hide his face in embarrassment.

"Really!? The Human Spider!? That's so freaking hilarious!" Claire exclaimed.

"Hey! It's not that bad... Well, the announcer changed my name last minute to Spider-Man in one of the posters. It wasn't bad so I stuck with that one instead." Peter explained.

"Oh boy, well thank God for that because that name is TERRIBLE. Too bad they couldn't do the same for that suit of yours!" She continued laughing.

"It was the best I could do, okay! I was 15! And it was my old school gym clothes!" Peter exclaimed.

"Oh, Lord! I can't imagine the bad guys taking you seriously wearing this!" Claire kept laughing.

After a few minutes of laughing, Claire calmed down and regained her wiped her eye from the tears she was dropping from laughing so much.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you." Claire apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Peter said with a smile. "Glad to know you got a kick out of it."

"One thing I really want to know, where did you learn how to fight?" Claire asked. "I gotta admit, those are some fancy moves you got there."

"Well, it's a long story." Peter blushed. "One night during my first year of being Spider-Man, I was taking on a mob of Bane's goons, they kicked my butt REALLY bad."

"Who?" Claire asked.

"Right, I forgot, you're new. Uhh...Imagine that Killer Croc guy? But a really pissed off and smart Luchador." He explained as Claire nodded.

"Anyway, before Bane could kill me, that's when I saw him." Peter said.

"Saw who?" Claire asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Batman."

Claire then widened her eyes. She had heard about the Batman before, although she never met him personally. Despite that, she's heard a lot of great stories from her father and mother as how he has saved the city and the world multiple times. Unfortunately, he has disappeared for the last few years and no one has heard about him since.

"You met THE Batman!?" Claire asked in amazement.

"Better yet, I worked with Batman AND Robin." Peter clarified. "We worked together to take Bane down."

"That's so cool!" Claire exclaimed.

"Yeah, he took me under his wing, no pun intended, and offered to train me in several styles of martial arts so I could improve my crime fighting skills." Peter said.

"Nice! Then what happened?" Claire asked.

"Well... it's complicated. Let's just say our senses of justice we're different and could not get along in any way. We both decided it was best for us to split ways but left on good terms." Peter explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that." Claire apologized.

"It's fine, thanks to him I managed to create my own fighting style, Way of the Spider." Peter said. "Not to mention, taught me how to create my own gadgets and suits."

"Ha! Way of the Spider! Silly, but I like it." Claire said.

"Thank you. Anyways, enough about me, what about you? How did you manage to become a hero?" Peter asked.

"Well, it's funny you ask. It's not really-"

Suddenly she stood still for a moment in silence. Peter got worried and waved his hand in front of her, trying to get a reaction.

"Um, Claire?" Peter asked. "Hello? You okay?"

Claire could hear screams of terror coming from a distance along with sounds ice and shockwaves. She couldn't describe it well but she knew for a fact there was trouble in progress going on somewhere a bit far away, the Metropolitan Museum.

"Claire?" Peter asked again, a bit louder this time.

"Peter, listen up!" Claire whispered. "There's trouble going on at the MET."

"What? How do you-" Peter asked before being interrupted.

"There's no time to ask!" Claire interjected. "I'll meet you there!"

"Wait, so-"

Before Peter could finish, Claire was gone in the blink of an eye, having changed into her costume in the process.

"Oh, great." Peter said to himself as he began to change into his costume.

The Metropolitan Museum was under siege by the Shocker and Captain Cold. Citizens were taking cover and hiding in fear, until some security officers came and raised their guns at them.

"Hands up! Freeze!" One of them yelled.

"Hmm if you say so." Captain Cold said as he blasted them with his freeze gun, smirking as he did so.

"Now then, without any more interruptions, let's get what we came here for." Shocker said.

Both villains went on to the World War II section, where lots of artifacts from that event were kept on display. That's when they saw Wonder Woman's shield and sword on a mannequin modeled with her outfit. It was a display of the JSA with mannequins of the heroes in their outfits and relics. Cold and Shocker went on to the display and shattered the glass that was in front of it. Shocker went to grab the sword and shield while Cold kept an eye on the entrance.

"Finally." Shocker said. "We're going to get good money for this."

"Oh, you have no idea." Cold replied.

Both villains walked back into the main hallway to be greeted by Superwoman hovering above them. Both looked up to see Superwoman looking down at them with an angry expression and her arms crossed.

"I think you two idiots have something that belongs to me." Superwoman said really angrily.

Cold and Shocker laughed out loud, making the heroine tremble in anger.

"This belongs to you?" Cold said. "Then why is it on a museum display?"

"Just put it down and I promise I will save you a trip to the ICU." Claire said.

"Alright, enough of this." Shocker said as he blasted her with a shockwave.

The shock attack did no harm to Superwoman as she just remained still with her arms crossed. The villains then gasped in surprise to see her unfazed.

"Hmm, shocking." Superwoman said.

She then went to punch Shocker but he blocked it with Wonder Woman's shield. Superwoman looked fazed for a second, which gave Cold a chance to blast her in the face with an ice blast. Superwoman had her entire head frozen in a circle, making her stumble back. Shocker took the chance to slash the sword at her chest and behind her legs, making the heroine drop to the floor in pain. Superwoman used her heat vision to melt the ice off instantly, but looked down to see her upper torso with a slash of blood and her legs injured due to a deep cut from the sword.

"All too easy." Shocker said as he raised the sword to finish her off.

Suddenly a web sling yanked the sword away, making the villains turn around to see Spider-Man hanging from the ceiling.

"You know, kids," Spider-Man interjected, "Playing with sharp objects is really dangerous, you two deserve a time out!"

"Spider-Man!" Captain Cold exclaimed and shot a blast of ice towards the arachnid hero.

Spider-Man quickly dodged it as he went to swing kick Cold on the chest, but was dodged by Cold.

"Gotta hand it to you, Snart. Your reflexes are improving, too bad the same can't be said for your life choices." Spider-Man said as he threw a web blast.

"Yeah, says the one dressing up in a skin tight spider outfit and playing hero." Snart replied as he shot the web, freezing it.

"Touché." Spider-Man dodged another ice burst.

Captain Cold shot an icicle to the sword which fell into Shocker's hands. Superwoman tried to throw a punch but her ankles gave out from so much pain and fell on her knee. Shocker took it as a chance to slash the sword at her, but Superwoman caught it with her hands. Her eyes soon widened as she saw blood trickling from her palms as she held the blade.

"Why so surprised?" Shocker asked mockingly. "This thing's got magic, lady! Not even you could resist that!"

Shocker threw a kick on her abdomen and panned her face with the shield, making her stumble back. Cold saw and got an idea to catch Spider-Man off guard.

"Hey, Spidey!" Cold exclaimed. "Don't drop the ball!"

Cold then shot a blast at a giant golden globe that was above a group of people. The chain holding it broke and was about to fall on the people but Spider-Man quickly zipped to the ceiling and shot a web to prevent it from falling. Spider-Man was holding the giant sphere as he hung from another web on the ceiling, giving Cold the chance to join Shocker.

"Stop!" Superwoman yelled as she beamed her heat vision towards Cold.

Snart shot his beam of ice as he struggled to beat the heat. Superwoman's vision was about to reach the gun until Shocker got in front of Captain Cold and held the shield up, preventing it from reaching them. Shocker then threw a blast at her eyes, making her scream in pain as she was blinded temporarily. Spider-Man then united both webs with all the strength he had and swung towards the two. Captain Cold and Shocker were about to shoot with both their arsenal towards Superwoman but Spider-Man swung and kicked them with incredible might, they fell in front of her feet.

"AGHH!" Superwoman yelled with her eyes red as she looked down at the two villains.

Cold went to reach his gun but Superwoman stomped on it, breaking it instantly.

"Uhh, hehe?" Snart laughed nervously.

Shocker was pulled from his fit and was hung upside down as Spider-Man webbed him up completely.

"You idiot!" Shocker yelled. "This can't hold me."

Shocker tried to burst from the webs but ended up shocking himself completely, a few seconds later, he was unconscious.

"Electrically fluent webs." Peter said. "Works every time."

Superwoman grabbed Cold from his collar and lifted him up above her.

"You…. IDIOT!" She exclaimed. "You have any idea how much disrespect you've thrown at my legacy!?"

"What!? No! Please, I'm sorry! I give up!" Snart exclaimed in fear.

Superwoman's eyes were completely red as she raised her fist.

"No!" Spider-Man yelled.

Before she could finish him off, Snart was pulled by a web to the ceiling and webbed up. Spider-Man landed behind her and immediately turned around to face him.

"Hey, calm down!" Peter raised his hands in front of her. "It's me!"

Her eyes immediately went back to normal and sighed deeply.

"There we go, that's it." Peter laid a hand on her shoulder.

Soon the police arrived at the scene and took the two in handcuffs towards a police van. Citizens we're evacuated as the mess was being cleaned up.

"Oh boy!" One of the officers said. "Aren't we glad you two showed up?"

"Well, I wish the same could be said by the Press." Spider-Man joked as he stood next to Superwoman.

"Don't worry about it, we're just glad you helped. We will make sure these are under better supervision now! Thanks Spider-Man and umm?" The officer said as he didn't catch the other hero's name.

"Superwoman." She clarified.

"Oh! You must be Superman's sister!" He exclaimed.

"Daughter." She corrected him. "Have a nice day, sir."

Both heroes went away on their own means as they flew through the buildings and landed on top of the Chrysler building.

"Wow." Peter said as he took off his mask. "That was just wow."

"Which part? The part where I got humiliated or the part where I nearly killed someone?" Claire said in shame as she looked away.

"Hey." Peter said as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

Claire looked back at him with teary eyes.

"No, Peter. This is so embarrassing! I'm the daughter of two of the most powerful heroes ever and I get humiliated just like that! Then out of my own disgrace, I almost killed someone!" Claire exclaimed as she let out a frustrated sigh and punched a nearby wall.

"Look, Claire. It's not that easy. Okay, it's actually not easy at all. When I first started, I got my butt handed to me several times, but I never gave up." He said.

"There will be times where you'll feel like you can't take it anymore or that the pressure will get the best of you. You just have to pull through and give it your all, because your actions describe the person you will be for the rest of your life. I've been doing this since I was 15, and I still manage to find myself in the same situation." Peter quoted, he sounded like his Uncle Ben.

"Will it ever get easy?" Claire asked.

"Never." Peter said. "But I'll guide you through it, if you want."

"Thanks, Peter." Claire smiled. "I really appreciate it."

Peter smiled back at her and looked into the other's eyes, smiling. Breaking up the moment was the ring of the Star Wars theme, his cellphone theme.

"Hello?" Peter answered. "Dr. Langstorm, I- yes sir, I'll be right there."

Peter hung up and looked back at Claire.

"Look, I'm sorry but I really have to go." Peter said.

"Don't worry, go for it." Claire smiled.

Peter smiled back before putting on his mask and swung away. Claire sighed as he left, both in frustration and relief. She was still trying to process her embarrassment, but relieved she could now count on Peter. She wondered what else was in store for them. She sat down on one of the gargoyles, huddling her knees as she watched the sunset.

"Hell of a first day..." She said.