Hey. How you doing? Hope everything is good and here's something you might love. AND I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, WANNA MAKE THAT LOUD AND CLEAR FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK


Kara

It's just another day, another day I villain needs pounding, "Do you ever think that people don't need to live in fear? Because your corps is getting old, Sinestro!"

Blocking his yellow beam and going in for a pummeling, he might have a ring that gives him power drawing from fear, but I don't fear and I'm not scared of him. Because I'm a Kryptonian! "If people fear us then it gives us power! People will fear the Sinestro corp!" he headbutted me, "By any!" I saw him conjure up a bat that swung at me, "Means!" then formed a fist to club me, "NECESSARY!" And he tried to flatten me with something heavy.

But I'm a Kryptonian, and I don't quit or get hurt easily. I stopped the heavy object from flattening me, smirking as he tried to put more weight on me, "Not while I'm alive and around!" A fire beam out of my eyes, causing him to scream in pain when it hit his eyes. That's when I flew to him to grab his legs and swung him back hard to the planet's ground.

Flying past him, I didn't stop punching till we hit down to the planet. Smoke and debris was chuck in the air, Sinestro tried stopping my punches.

But he needs to understand that his ass hole ways aren't allowed. By any means necessary, he needs to understand he isn't allowed to go about and bring fear amongst people who don't need it.

By any means necessary! I won't stop till he understands that!

"SUPERGIRL! STOP!" Unlike Sinestro who was cloaked in a yellow uniform along with his yellow ring, behind me was a person in a green uniform with a green ring. One of them stopped my hands from punching a whole through his face, "It's over! He's had enough!"

"When is it enough Hal?!" I stood up from the beating yellow lantern and turned my frustration to the green lantern who stopped me, "He'll just keep coming back and back! He needs to understand that his ways aren't allowed to hurt other people!"

"He will by facing justice," he countered.

"But how long will that justice last Hal?" We stood inches from each other, my own eyes narrowing, "Everyone of them is gonna keep hurting more and more people. We need to do something about it!"

"We are Supergirl, and doing this will only lead to the red lantern's wanting to recruit you again," his mask didn't hide his dissatisfaction of my actions, "This is not what Superman would do, nor what he wants you to do."

Of course he'll bring that up, everyone does at the end of the day. I don't go a day without someone reminding me of Kal and what he would do.

Since my job was done, I flew away, flying at high speeds through space.

It felt like seconds, minutes when I found myself near earth. Space is so vast, so empty, yet huge with so many worlds and species. Full of stars and meteorites but alas, it's dark and lonely up here as well. At the sametime, it's where I can get a clear thought away from everything. Below me, was a planet that had a blue hue to it, making up white and green color from where I could see it. It's my cousin's home, earth. But this isn't my home. My home was long destroyed and I still miss it.

If I recall, I should be in my 50's by now. I know logically speaking, Kryptonians age span is actually longer than humans and most other species away from earth. Hell, if I wasn't sent into the phantom zone then I would be the one to raise my cousin, Kal-El. But how would I have raised him? That's a question I can't find an answer for because other questions would come in. Would we live on earth? Would we live on another planet? If we did live on earth, would we meet Johnathon and Martha Kent? Would the governments in whatever country we land in, find us and capture us?

See this is why I don't think about that. Because it comes down to the fact that the what if's becomes so horrible to think of. Not to mention, if I feel what I feel about earth, then I would rather live somewhere else. It's not my home, it's Kal's home for sure, but it's not mine. My home was Krypton; its people, its technology, and its culture was what I know more than earth below me.

I stopped flying around the earth, letting myself look down on it. This planet that not only my cousin protects, but also other heroes like him. I do the same, wearing the same red and blue clothing, the cape, and the huge S front and back that represent the house of El from my home planet. Here Kal made it into hope. Yet, it was him that made it so while I tried to… Live up to that.

And that breeds the problem as I close my eyes, letting my body float in the vastness of space by myself. Everyone expects me, Kara Zor-El, to be like her cousin. But I'm nothing like him, I don't want to be. But the minute I act up, everyone would be disappointed in me and bring it back to him.

Superman doesn't do that, Superman doesn't get angry, Superman doesn't aspire fear, but hope.

And what's frustrating is that people don't understand I'm trying! Trying to live up to what he brought to earth, to other planets! But no one, no one on this rao forsaken plane of existence, understands how fucking hard it is to be me.

In an instant as I opened my eyes, I threw a punch at a nearby rock. Letting myself speed off where I took my anger on more rock, tossing to one another, bursting through it, outright burning them with the heat coming from my eyes. I tried for years since coming to this earth, since wearing this S on my chest, I try so hard to show people I mean peace, but it's hard when there are people out in the open who wants to cause more harm than peace!

I can't be like Kal when there are people who do bad things, yet don't suffer the consequences. I want them to suffer, not kill them, but I want them to never do it again. And people disapprove of it. Disapprove my way of handling things.

It's not what superman would do.

AND THEY DON'T GET IT! I'M NOT KAL-EL. I CAN'T BE HIM. I WILL NEVER BE HIM. I'M A KRYPTONIAN FOR FUCK SAKE. WE PUNISH! WE DON'T KILL! BUT WE PUNISH!

I released a cry as I blasted whatever meteorite I could with my heat vision till there was nothing left. And the only thing I could hear was my breath, heaving in and out due to… My anger.

Yeah, I have anger issues. I try to control it, but it's gotten much harder to control even when I'm not a teenager anymore. It's like, being an adult, I found more and more things to be angry about.

But… The upside is, there is… Someone who can calm me down. From all the way beyond earth, my hearing can pick him up. Before helping the green lanterns today, I often let my hearing cling to him. Whenever he sleeps, sometimes the people he talks to, the quips he says when fighting villains, or when he decides he wants to be a narrator like today. I love to just… Listen to him be him.

Almost makes me like Power boy, but I respect his boundaries enough not to do it all the time. Today was those days, I just want his voice to calm me down before I go see him.

Right now he too sounded like he's having one of those days as I am. Just hearing his voice was all the more didn't stop me from protruding down to the earth's atmosphere. I wonder if he knew I paid for his rent today before I left?

I soon found myself in New York City, where he resides.

Peter

Please let me have enough time to reach there.

Of all days, why does the rhino want to go Manhattan crazy? Like come on! I can't punch my way through your thick skin, and that takes up time when I have a job to be at! An actual one! Not me taking pictures of myself fighting you and your big horn!

I was running up the stairs, bag slack behind me, white coat not buttoned up properly, and my pants falling down because I was still trying to fix it. Belt was put tighter to keep it from falling.

I whipped out a key card that had my good ole tired expression photographed on it. The minute I entered, my mouth was moving with a familiar tone that they're so used to by now, "I'm so sorry I'm late Misses and Mr Connors.." Both Connors were none too happy when they looked upon me, "Oh god, please don't tell me I missed the presentation," I said as I froze in front of the door.

Ms Connors nodded, her blue eyes weren't hiding her disappointment in me, "You did. We told you specifically Peter, we needed you here and early."

"Yes I know, but there were delays with my trains because of the rhino going a mock at west 4th," great Peter, at it again using the half truth with the half lies. Then again, I can't just blabber out that I'm secretly the unfulfilling Spider-man, "If it weren't for that, I would've been here as promised!"

Connors, who was leaning by the cabinet moved off it, "I know this city has its major supervillains problem, but this isn't the first time you were late Peter. Sometimes those excuses weren't villains but you not having an alarm clock or you having other prior engagements. If you really value this job Peter you knew what needed to be done so you wouldn't have to either make up some poor excuse, or even get yourself involved in a traffic problem because of whatever Spider-man is fighting," Connor said all that, and not one was a lie within the half truths like me. I mean, when I think about it, why don't I just reveal that I'm Spider-man to them.

They'll know why I have to keep it a secret, hell, I trust that they would. Maybe even properly thanking me for curing Connor's when he went all Lizard to bring back the arm he lost. But what if bad people go after them? Like how Lex Luthor of all people, wanted him to make more lizards, and when he didn't, he forced the same serum of his own creation, on him that made him go lizard again. If I put that secret on them, then they'll live with the pressure of it, and they might break when someone wants to know who I am.

I can't put that on them, or anyone. Which is why I can't tell them why I'm really late, "Peter, as much as it pains me, because you are one of the smartest minds I've met and have the pleasure of working with. You're hereby no longer to work in this facility, give me your key card and laboratory coat."

I knew it was coming, part of me wanted to argue, part of me wanted to beg to keep this job. But again, this is part of my personal job that I've dedicated since I was 15. To never look the other way no matter what happens. So I gave him my coat and my key card. Before leaving, I at least want them to know how much I appreciated working with them, "..I'm sorry I couldn't be as reliable as I should've been, but thank you for letting me work with you two."

Mr Connor nodded, while Ms Connors gave me a small smile, "Same with us Peter."

I left their facility, going to a nearby alleyway where I just needed a minute to breathe. Because I feel like this whole entire day I haven't breath. Spending the morning sleeping away because of a long night patrol to solve a murder case, waking up reminding myself of a warning letter for an eviction noticed because I'm past due on rent, again, and having to fight rhino that cost me my job.

Today is just another day, which isn't my day. So I ran, leaping and bouncing from wall to wall. Taking off my clothes and stuffing it in my bag to reveal my red and blue costume, along with a mask I put on that makes me, well Spider-man.

With the bag behind me once again, I swing, webbing from building to building, finding therapeutic to my swinging and flipping in midtown. After swinging for god knows how long, there wasn't a crime in sight to stop, "How is that the one time I need to punch someone," I bounce off the webbing, running alongside a building, "There's no crime going on!" I then flipped off and went swinging again, "Come on bad guys! Come out to play for once!"

I found myself swinging high, high atop the chrysler building. Landing on the few statue eagles it had. A sigh came through my mouth as I looked upon the city I protect everyday "God, if you're listening again, can you give a guy a break?" I move myself back to the wall where I could properly sit and let my feet hang by the ledge, "Maybe have someone else be a punching bag? No? I could've guessed that was your answer," I muttered to myself.

Of course he won't answer, why would he when the easiest thing I can do is to quit. Quit being Spider-man so I can fully be Peter Parker. But I've tried before, even tried not being Peter too! And I can't stop either one of them. People need Spider-man, just as some people need Peter Parker.

Ugh.. Wish I could call her to maybe have a cuddle session or something, but she is probably busy being super. I know for a fact the last time she carried a phone through space, it melted because of her zooming faster than a speeding bullet. The thought itself made me lightly chuckle, cause I also remember her telling me and showing me it.

She was heartbroken because it was something I gave her when we first met 8 years ago.

"Narrating again?" As if my wish was granted, here she was. The sun blazing behind her, the wind softly moving her blond hair, the famous red and blue uniform that had the big S on her chest, the killer legs she has because she was wearing a squirt, and those blue eyes that can be soft as ocean on a great day, or steel as ice on a bad, "How is that I can pick you off so easy even when in outer space?" She asked with a soft giggle.

The, Kara Zor-El, hovering before me, "Maybe it's because you like to hear me whine on my worst days," I joked, but I felt like the jest was more negative than positive.

"That bad huh?" She sat by me, also letting her feet dangle on the edge, "What happened?"

I took off my mask when talking to her, resting it beside me, "Could of sworn I left you sleeping good when I left," she said, poking at the bag under my eyes

"Oh you did, but these babies ain't going nowhere," I pointed at myself, both finding the humor of my tired eyes, "...Conners fired me. Surprise they held out so long to not fire me."

Corner of my eyes, I saw her blue eyes giving me a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry to hear that."

I shook my head, "Nothing can be done. Except quit being Spider-man that is."

"And you're not gonna do that," she easily guessed my line of thinking.

"Exactly, done that quite possibly a thousand times and did a thousand more times of just thinking about it," my hands pass through my own hair, "Sometimes I question if this is all I'm capable of. Yes, being a hero, but also someone who can't be successful outside of being a hero."

"You know as well as I do that people need you," she tapped the spider symbol on my chest, "But they also need this too," she tapped the side of my head.

"Oh boy I know that. Doesn't make it any easier though," I gave her a small smile. Talking to her is alleviating my thoughts on today, "Anyways, enough about me," I bump shoulders with her, "Tell me about yours? How was your space adventure?"

That's when I saw her expression turn into a frown before briefly looking away from me, "..Had another angry fit today, involving Hal of all people.."

I cringe when looking at her, even with the way she says it slowly, she knows how bad of a look that is, "That sucks when you're trying to make him… Not see your red lantern phase again."

"I'm just… I'm tired," the temple of her head went lying on my shoulder, "Tired of people being asshole's, tired of people comparing me to Kal, tired of… Everything… I don't know who I wanna be when I'm constantly compared to Kal," she said with a sigh, "Bad enough I'm related to him so there's that expectation of being like him. People don't get it that I grew up in a home world that doesn't tolerate asshole's. If Kal grew up on Krypton, trust me, he wouldn't be going easy on these people."

I get what she meant by that. The expectation of knowing what you do, people would critique whether good or bad. Everyone is always watching you and some are just waiting for you to muck up so they can preach your faults to others. I put my arms around her shoulder as I moved her close to me, enjoying her presence, "Hey, if anything, daily bugle loves you."

She snorted, "Why would I want that evil, twirling mustache of a man praising me when he doesn't praise my boyfriend? You hold back more than me, and I feel like he wants to score some brownie points on some girl power bs."

Her vulgarity somehow got me to laugh at it. It's very brutal, but it's brutally honest compared to most who lopsided their honesty, "I made peace with that for a long time. It's just words at the end of the day. What matters is that I just do what I can and make people's day easier to live in."

"..You're too kind for this world," she gave me a light kiss on my lip, "I think you're even too kind for me for that matter," she snuggled more close to me.

"Don't say that. I want to be around you regardless of whatever you're going through or whatever I'm going through. In fact, why don't we change the scenery?"

She smiled at the thought, "Where too?"

And I smiled back, "Gonna need a special device for where I want to go with you."

"Ok, but we fly there in style."

My face dropped. Oh god, we're flying there in style.

Peter and Kara

Kara would fly Peter home briefly so he could drop his bag and pick up a small device that he put around his wrist. After that, this is when Kara flew Peter, holding him in bridal style as he had his arms crossed, "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

She giggled, "Your mask can't hide that cute pout of yours."

"So op!"

They reach space, and better yet to Peter's happiness, they reach to the moon, "I want my refund. Where's the captain when you need one to talk too?" Peter would sarcastically ask when his feet landed on the softness of the moon, "Still can't believe this thing worked and it was a prototype I created from star labs," Peter commented on his wrist band that allows him to breath and move through space without any issues.

"Well, you are a brainiac after all," Kara let herself sit just as Peter followed suit. For a good minute, they both stared at the earth in front of them, "...Does it get easier?"

"Nope. It never does Kara," Peter, once again took off his mask. His brown hair getting more and more ruffled with him taking it off.

"How'd you know what I was thinking about?" Again, Kara found herself laying her head on Peter's shoulder.

And Peter pulled her close to him, "It's written on your face and I can hear it through your voice. Or I'm just that smart I can read minds," he let himself snort, "Really though, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere unless you want me too. Whatever you wanna do, I'll support it."

"Even if I go bad shit insane?" She query with an eyebrow raised

"Ah but you wouldn't though."

Her blue eyes look up to his hazel eyes, "I did remember. Got control of Apokolips that one time, had a red kryptonite laced in me another time, and oh! Lex Luthor got me close to a black kryptonite that had me split in half."

Peter winced at the memory of that particular time in Kara's life, "Can't forget your darker half."

She didn't miss that winced, letting her hands clutch his hands, but aswell spacing herself abit from Peter, "The sad truth… That was me. The me that wanted to escape from the memories of Krypton, the me that didn't want to accept the reality I'm in, wanting to be fun and stuff. Instead, I almost lost my friendship with you. And being a red lantern! There were alot of times we wouldn't be where we are because of me, Peter."

"You forgetting my time with Venom and being body-swap by Ocatvious? Just like you, I had moments where I would have hurt you to the point it would've stopped us from acting on our feelings," he scratched his head before going on, "...Faith. I just have to have faith," He looks down, fondly at her, "You, me, Clark, or anyone in general is strong enough to not let that happen again. But especially you Kara, you wouldn't let yourself go down that road no matter what happens."

Kara again sighs, "..You make it sound so simple."

He shrugs his shoulder, "In the span of 10 years I've been doing this, having faith helps build hope. In the 8 years I've known you, I always have faith in you. You know where you wanna stand even if it's hard right now. So what if you have a temper? Everyone has something that makes them, well them."

She let her head snuggle more to his neck, learning from him once again as both kept their eyes back on earth, "How is that you, somehow just know what to say?"

"I just like to think it's my own experience just helping me not mess up my wordings."

Kara again giggled, this time playing with her boyfriend's hand, "You're doing a great job at that. Besides me, what do you think is next for you? Career wise."

"I know for a fact I might have to crash at Aunt May's place again till I find another job. Maybe Star labs is hiring, or better yet, I had an idea of being a school teacher. But that would require me to finish college.. And I don't have money to go back into that," He thought of it with his free hand being placed under his chin.

"Which one would you rather do? Stars labs or teaching?"

It took Peter a moment to think about, his eyes squinting at the thought, "Hmm.." Looking at the earth itself, and its potential did help with his line of thinking, "...Teaching. It sounds.. Rather nice to help the younger generation in some shape of form. I truly love being a science wiz and building gizmo, but I also like sharing my knowledge on those things. I mean I did enjoy my time helping the newer teen titans. So why not do it again? But letting it be normal this time."

"Then it settles!" Kara changes her position to be in front of Peter, "I'll help!"

Like a flip of a switch, Peter's brain turns off and on before he can respond, "Huh?" He said dumbfoundedly.

"Soooooo, when you were asleep yesterday, I noticed that you were gonna get kicked out from your apartment," Kara was now holding both of Peter's hands, and her expression began getting more flutter just as it was getting brighter.

Peter tilted his head, "Kara…"

"I know. I know," she held up one hand, "You don't like it when I pay for the big stuff like your rent. But Peter, you and I have been together for almost a year. And I think it's time we start really, and I mean really, relying on each other. Beyond just kicking people's ass.. I want you to be what you want to be, beyond Spider-man. Since you want to be a teacher, then I want to make it happen. I have money to spend because I don't really need it, and I'm willing to use it for you, as always. But most importantly…I want..." Kara looked away from Peter for a moment, having a hard time trying to convey what she's feeling.

Peter in return, moved her chin back to him, and placed his hangs on her cheek, "..You can tell me anything Kara. You're one of the few people I could be open to, and not let the baggage of me being me change what we have. It's true.. I'm a stubborn boyfriend who's used to relying on his own strength that he forgets in a relationship, it takes two to make things go right. But it's as you said, it's time we, or more so I, rely on you."

Her own hands touched his hands that were on her cheek. Letting it again comfort her so she can be honest about what she wants. It's hard, because she's one to quell those emotions as it can fuel her anger if tempted right.

But to hell with that, this is someone she's close with, has been for years, and now they're closer than ever. She will be damned if anyone would do anything to take it away from her, "...I want you to be my home. I want you to be the home I can come back to. I want you to be the home I can make memories with. I want you to be the home I can enjoy and be myself. I know you can't be krypton, that's something no person can replace. But… You make me feel like… I am home. And I want you to understand how I feel when I'm around you. I…." With all this emotion she released, a small tear was rummaging down by her eyelids.

One that Peter wipes before letting his lips get into contact with her's. He puts passion into it just so she can understand how he's feeling as well. So when he let his lips let go from her, he simply smiled and let his forehead touch her's, "I am your home. Because you are my path. And from all that you just told me, you will always be my path… I love you Kara Zor-El," He kissed her again, again with passion as she did the same.

In the vastness of space, two different people found solace in each other. No matter how lonely space can be, they make the empty space, less empty. Even when they stopped kissing, they never stopped holding each other in their arms, "..And I love you, Peter Parker," she pressed her nose more to his nose, releasing a sigh of relief of feeling that love from him.

It's what she needed, and it's what can calm her when life gets tough on her, and it quells her anger, "So here's the thought I had. What if I change my name?"

"What you had in mind? Maybe bumping up to Superwomen?" he asked, lightly chuckling at her gawking at the name and eye rolling.

"No! That's so obvious!" she too couldn't help but giggle though, "No I was thinking.. Argo girl."

"Huh, after your home city?" She nodded, "Well it's better than what I was gonna call myself back then."

"What were you thinking beyond Spider-man?"

"Get this. Human Spider."

Kara laughed, making Peter flush with embarrassment, "Oh Rao! You're such dork! I love you for it!" Before he could respond, she would kiss him with enough force that it had him be put on his back.

Peter didn't yelp when she might have caused his back to ache just a bit. But he all the more love her the same


Finally have something done. Again, I'm tempted into wanting to do more, but then it wouldn't be finished. See ya whenever.