Title Series: Web of Kryptonite
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Title: Alone No More
Author: White Werewolf
Spoilers: Spider-Man: the Movie and anything's good in Smallville up to the second episode of season 2.
Summery: Peter Parker leaves New York when his uncle was murdered. He finds himself in Smallville. Can Clark help get his life together, and in time before trouble starts.
Disclaimer: Sony and Marvel own Spider-Man. DC and WB own Smallville
Author Notes: To make this work better. Peter won't have a costume. (.........) indicates thought.
Also, thanks to everyone who left a review. It means a lot to me. Please, keep
reviewing. This won't be a shipper story. Sorry. I want everyone to enjoy this. Thanks
again, now, enjoy chapter 2.
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Kansas Bus Number 81
Peter placed his bag next to him on the blue seat. He looked at the bus map, and according to that, Smallville was the next stop.
The next stop, he realized.
That meant that Peter officially was no longer going to travel. He would settle down in Smallville for a while with the Kents. Peter didn't know that much about them, except that his aunt and the father of the Kents used to be neighbors.
He looked out the window watching the scenery. There were no buildings, except for the occasional one. Kansas seemed to be a state that was basically country. And he liked that. That would be a nice change from the loud obnoxious streets of New York.
The time was now 4:00, and the destination time of Smallville was only five minutes longer.
Peter slumped into his seat, and started to twiddle his thumbs. Not knowing what to do expect from Smallville.
Three minutes passed when he felt something in his mind. It was like a new sense, the spider sense he dubbed it. The former wrestler looked around, narrowed his eyes, but saw no one coming. He shrugged his shoulders, and closed his eyes to rest.
The bus came to a sudden halt. Peter jerked open his eyes when he felt it stopped. After a few seconds, the bus started to shake forcing a ton of people to scream in fear. The New Yorker took a deep breath, when the doors burst open, and in came some kind of man.
The man was about six feet tall with short red hair, and brown eyes. He said in a malevolent grin, "Welcome to Smallville. Give me all your money. This is a stick up." The redhead had a rifle in his right hand.
All the people in the bus withdrew their wallets and purses, starting to open them up. After all, they were scared for their lives.
Peter shook his head, (This is all I need,) he thought. He looked around, wondering if he should use his powers, but there were too many people.
The strange man aimed his rifle at the people, "Here's what's going to happen. Each of you will give me your money, and then my partner here, will tell you to lie on the ground, staring at the ground. When we leave with this bus, you are all free to go. Simple as that. Any questions?"
The people shook their heads, "No," they said in unison. They all stood up, and started to walk towards the front of the bus after the driver left.
Peter watched as the people left, gave the robbers their money, then buried their faces in the ground. He smiled a little, having a plan in mind.
They all left, leaving the redhead and the brunette. Peter walked over to him, with his bag over his right shoulder, "I'm afraid I don't have any money to give you."
The man shook his head, "Wrong answer, son." He aimed the rifle at his heart, his finger on the trigger. "You better give me your money."
Peter laughed, "Or what? You'll shoot me?"
"Basically. What are you going to do about it?"
He grinned, picked the robber by the collar, knocked the rifle out of his hand, and slammed him against the right wall of the bus, "Just smack you around a little."
"What are you?"
The former wrestler replied, "Normally something cliched could be said like 'I'm your worst nightmare,' but I won't say that. I'll simply say that I'm your friendly neighborhood hero."
Then he opened his wrist and shot webbing over his mouth, so he couldn't talk.
His eyes bulged. He tried to say something, but couldn't. Peter glared at the robber, "Now, make your partner outside give the money back."
Then threw him through the front window with ease, and watched the glass shatter into a million pieces. The man landed ten feet away. Peter smiled as he went down the steps preparing himself for the partner.
Five Minutes Prior
Clark and Pete walked to the platform where the bus would stop. Pete looked at his watch. "The bus should be here soon."
Clark's eyes widened when he saw that people were climbing out of the bus with a man directing some people by rifle, "Call the police, Pete."
"Huh? Why?" the young Ross asked not knowing the truth.
The brunette pointed to the bus, "There's a robbery going on. I got to stop it."
"Go get them, Man."
The sophomore nodded, and ran at top speed, but stopped when he saw something came flying out of the bus. Clark got underneath it in time and caught it. He looked at what he caught and to find it to be a man. The young Kent turned his head around to see the face. His eye's widened as he saw that something covered his mouth, and it immediately tore it off, "What happened?"
The redhead was in too much shock to lie. "I-I-I was r-r-robbing the b-b-bus when t-t-this kid s-s-stopped me. He th-th-threw me o-o-out like I-I-I was n-n-nothing."
Clark's first instinct was to stop what ever did this, but he couldn't leave the man alone, or he would escape. The brunette looked around him and soon found a lamppost. He noticed a pair of handcuffs hung from the man's belt. After ripping the handcuffs off, he cuffed the man's wrists around the lamppost.
With using his x-ray vision, he noticed keys hung from the man's neck. Clark grabbed the set, and with rabid speed, he went through the five keys until he reached the correct one that locked the redhead in place.
Present Time
When finished, Clark ran towards the bus and threw the doors. What he saw surprised him. A young man was standing on the roof of the bus, shooting something out of his wrists, "What are you?"
Ten Second Prior
Peter was thrown onto the roof, and managed to grab hold. He knelt on the roof, and starting spinning web to tie him up.
All of a sudden, he felt the bus shake. Peter looked at the culprit who said, "What are you?"
Peter flipped off the ceiling and landed on his feet. He turned around to face the strange young man, "What about you? You just ran in here at incredible speed."
The two faced each other. Neither of them wanted to admit what they were, but knowing what the other saw proved that he knew something.
"Who are you?" They both asked at the same time.
"I asked you first." They continued.
"Stop that." They said at the same time again.
The two laughed nervously.
Peter sighed. He knew that the truth was the best answer, and that if someone else knew his secret, then it might be easier for him to talk to. And it didn't hurt that the other person had powers of his own. The New Yorker stretched out his hand, "Peter Parker, and you are?"
Clark smiled as he accepted the handshake, "Clark Kent."
The scientist shook his head, as he grabbed his bag, "So my Aunt May knows your father. What exactly are you?"
He answered, "It appears that way, Peter. As for what I am? Let's you and I go back to the farm, and talk this out. I have some questions about you too."
Peter nodded, "That's fine, Clark. It looks like these guys are taken care of. But before we leave, we should call the Police."
Clark looked at the webbed robber on the bus, "My friend took care of that. By the way, nice work."
He chuckled a little, "Thanks, Clark," the former wrestler looked out the window, and saw the fist robbed, "I see you handled the other guy after I sent him flying."
"It looks that way, Peter." The sophomore said as he went to the doors, and glanced at his new friend, "c'mon. We should tell them about you. This should be interesting."
"Why?" Asked the brunette.
"Let's just go there first. C'mon. I'll drive."
***The Kent House***
The Guest Room
Martha Kent finished making the bed in the guestroom. She turned to her husband, "Peter most feel awful, Jonathan. Just think about seeing your uncle die right in front of your eyes. No wonder he had to get out of New York."
Jonathan nodded after fixing one of the drawers in the nightstand, "I'm sure he does, Martha. But I promised May to help him out, and I think that we can help him."
Mrs. Kent smiled and walked over to her husband, wrapped her arm around his chest, and kissed him on the cheek, "Have I told you how much I love you?"
He shook his head, "Not since this morning." Then he kissed her softly on the lips.
Martha smiled, "Well, I do love you, Mr. Kent."
"I love you, Mrs. Kent."
The redhead looked at her watch, "Clark and Peter should be here soon."
Jonathan let go of his wife and returned to fixing the nightstand, "Right. We better get this room finished.
The couple spent the next ten minutes organizing the room. They made sure that everything was put in its proper location.
All of a sudden they heard the door opened.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent left the room and entered the living room to see their son, and their new houseguest.
"Mom, Dad, this is Peter Parker," Clark said, "Peter these are my parents."
Peter lowered his bag on the floor, "Thanks for doing this Mr. and Mrs. Kent."
Jonathan smiled, "No problem, Peter." He turned to his son, "Clark take his bag into the guestroom. Then we can talk."
Clark nodded, "Sure. See you in a second, Peter." Then he picked up the bag, and went off.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Peter." Martha said with sorrow.
"We all are," Jonathan confirmed.
"Right," Clark responded as he walked back into the living room.
"Thanks. It still hurts but I'm trying to get a grip on it."
Mr. Kent suggested, "Why don't we all sit down, so Peter can tell us about himself."
And the four of them did. Jonathan and Martha sat next to each other allowing Peter and Clark to sit on the other side of the table.
Peter and Clark exchanged looks, and the sophomore nodded in comprehension, "Mom, Dad, Peter and I need to tell you something."
This time the Kent parents exchanged worried looks, "What is it, Clark?" The female of the household asked.
Clark took a deep breath, "Peter knows my secret."
Jonathan glared at his son, "How did this happen?"
Peter took it upon himself to answer, "We both knew something was up when we met on the bus today. I was in the middle of a fight with one of the robbers. Clark ran in on us when I was attached to the ceiling, shooting web."
"Shooting web?" Martha asked.
Clark smiled, "Peter has superpowers too. We both found out from the fight."
"What kind of powers, Peter, and does May know about this?" Jonathan asked the New Yorker.
Peter shook his head, "Aunt May doesn't know, and I prefer to keep it that way. A genetically altered spider bit me this year during a school field trip. The next day I realized that I changed into something far different."
"Oh," Martha responded, "What can you do?"
The young man replied, "Well, I'm obviously not as amazing as Clark. I, mean, I'm not from outer space, and I don't have super speed, heat and x-ray vision, but I do have super strength like him. Basically, I can do anything a spider can do. You know, stick to walls, spin webbing, spider agility, super human strength like Clark, and a new sense I call my spider sense."
"Spider sense?" Jonathan asked.
The brunette nodded, "I can detect danger before it happens. Which I actually find pretty amazing. But, even with these new powers, I couldn't..."
Martha and Jonathan watched the young man as tears started to remerge out of his eyes. They could see that he was in pain, "Couldn't what?" Martha asked quietly.
Peter banged his fist on the table in frustration, "I couldn't save my Uncle Ben. I had the power, but I did nothing. I just allowed the thief get away. If I stopped him at the arena, then my uncle would still be alive. I managed to stop him later, but it was too late. I just had to leave New York. There's too much pain right now."
The young man soon felt a hand on his. He looked at the source to see it was Martha Kent, "We are sorry for your loss, Peter. But don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."
He shook his head, "It was, Mrs. Kent. I watched my uncle die right in front of my eyes. Do you have any idea how much that feels? To watch a person you love die. My parents died when I was young, and if it wasn't for Uncle Ben and Aunt May, I would still be an orphan. Now, he's dead, and it's my fault." Tears ran down his cheeks at that moment.
Martha got up from her seat and walked over to the crying young man. She pulled him into a hug, "It's okay, Peter. Let it out, let it all out."
And he did for the next five minutes.
Peter pulled out of her embrace, and composed himself, "Sorry, Mrs. Kent. I didn't mean to cry. It just hurts too much."
She nodded slowly, "Don't worry about it. Jonathan, Clark, and I will help you whatever way we can." She turned to her son, "Clark, take Peter to the guest room. We'll have dinner at 6:00."
"Sure, Mom. This way," he left the room, with Peter following him.
When the two were gone, "Do you think we're doing the right thing, Jonathan? Now, we have two people here with superpowers."
Jonathan nodded, "I do, Martha. Peter still blames himself for Ben's death. With our help, and Clark being able to understand his super power problems, he'll be fine in a few days."
Martha smiled, "Good."
***The Guest Room***
4:45 PM
Clark and Peter sat on the bed. Peter looked at his new friend, "Sorry to put you through this, Clark."
Clark smiled, "No problem, Peter. I know what it's like too not to know your parents. I never met mine. The Kents adopted me soon after I came to this planet."
Peter dried his tears, "Do you miss it. Your home planet?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "I never really knew it to begin with. But I try not to worry about it. I got a good life going now."
The former wrestler flashed a week smile, "That's good to hear."
He smiled too, "How about tomorrow I take you to meet my friends? You already met Pete when you arrived."
Peter laughed a little, "That sounds like fun. From now on, call me Peter, and we'll call Pete, Pete. Alright?"
"That works, Peter."
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Title: Alone No More
Author: White Werewolf
Spoilers: Spider-Man: the Movie and anything's good in Smallville up to the second episode of season 2.
Summery: Peter Parker leaves New York when his uncle was murdered. He finds himself in Smallville. Can Clark help get his life together, and in time before trouble starts.
Disclaimer: Sony and Marvel own Spider-Man. DC and WB own Smallville
Author Notes: To make this work better. Peter won't have a costume. (.........) indicates thought.
Also, thanks to everyone who left a review. It means a lot to me. Please, keep
reviewing. This won't be a shipper story. Sorry. I want everyone to enjoy this. Thanks
again, now, enjoy chapter 2.
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Kansas Bus Number 81
Peter placed his bag next to him on the blue seat. He looked at the bus map, and according to that, Smallville was the next stop.
The next stop, he realized.
That meant that Peter officially was no longer going to travel. He would settle down in Smallville for a while with the Kents. Peter didn't know that much about them, except that his aunt and the father of the Kents used to be neighbors.
He looked out the window watching the scenery. There were no buildings, except for the occasional one. Kansas seemed to be a state that was basically country. And he liked that. That would be a nice change from the loud obnoxious streets of New York.
The time was now 4:00, and the destination time of Smallville was only five minutes longer.
Peter slumped into his seat, and started to twiddle his thumbs. Not knowing what to do expect from Smallville.
Three minutes passed when he felt something in his mind. It was like a new sense, the spider sense he dubbed it. The former wrestler looked around, narrowed his eyes, but saw no one coming. He shrugged his shoulders, and closed his eyes to rest.
The bus came to a sudden halt. Peter jerked open his eyes when he felt it stopped. After a few seconds, the bus started to shake forcing a ton of people to scream in fear. The New Yorker took a deep breath, when the doors burst open, and in came some kind of man.
The man was about six feet tall with short red hair, and brown eyes. He said in a malevolent grin, "Welcome to Smallville. Give me all your money. This is a stick up." The redhead had a rifle in his right hand.
All the people in the bus withdrew their wallets and purses, starting to open them up. After all, they were scared for their lives.
Peter shook his head, (This is all I need,) he thought. He looked around, wondering if he should use his powers, but there were too many people.
The strange man aimed his rifle at the people, "Here's what's going to happen. Each of you will give me your money, and then my partner here, will tell you to lie on the ground, staring at the ground. When we leave with this bus, you are all free to go. Simple as that. Any questions?"
The people shook their heads, "No," they said in unison. They all stood up, and started to walk towards the front of the bus after the driver left.
Peter watched as the people left, gave the robbers their money, then buried their faces in the ground. He smiled a little, having a plan in mind.
They all left, leaving the redhead and the brunette. Peter walked over to him, with his bag over his right shoulder, "I'm afraid I don't have any money to give you."
The man shook his head, "Wrong answer, son." He aimed the rifle at his heart, his finger on the trigger. "You better give me your money."
Peter laughed, "Or what? You'll shoot me?"
"Basically. What are you going to do about it?"
He grinned, picked the robber by the collar, knocked the rifle out of his hand, and slammed him against the right wall of the bus, "Just smack you around a little."
"What are you?"
The former wrestler replied, "Normally something cliched could be said like 'I'm your worst nightmare,' but I won't say that. I'll simply say that I'm your friendly neighborhood hero."
Then he opened his wrist and shot webbing over his mouth, so he couldn't talk.
His eyes bulged. He tried to say something, but couldn't. Peter glared at the robber, "Now, make your partner outside give the money back."
Then threw him through the front window with ease, and watched the glass shatter into a million pieces. The man landed ten feet away. Peter smiled as he went down the steps preparing himself for the partner.
Five Minutes Prior
Clark and Pete walked to the platform where the bus would stop. Pete looked at his watch. "The bus should be here soon."
Clark's eyes widened when he saw that people were climbing out of the bus with a man directing some people by rifle, "Call the police, Pete."
"Huh? Why?" the young Ross asked not knowing the truth.
The brunette pointed to the bus, "There's a robbery going on. I got to stop it."
"Go get them, Man."
The sophomore nodded, and ran at top speed, but stopped when he saw something came flying out of the bus. Clark got underneath it in time and caught it. He looked at what he caught and to find it to be a man. The young Kent turned his head around to see the face. His eye's widened as he saw that something covered his mouth, and it immediately tore it off, "What happened?"
The redhead was in too much shock to lie. "I-I-I was r-r-robbing the b-b-bus when t-t-this kid s-s-stopped me. He th-th-threw me o-o-out like I-I-I was n-n-nothing."
Clark's first instinct was to stop what ever did this, but he couldn't leave the man alone, or he would escape. The brunette looked around him and soon found a lamppost. He noticed a pair of handcuffs hung from the man's belt. After ripping the handcuffs off, he cuffed the man's wrists around the lamppost.
With using his x-ray vision, he noticed keys hung from the man's neck. Clark grabbed the set, and with rabid speed, he went through the five keys until he reached the correct one that locked the redhead in place.
Present Time
When finished, Clark ran towards the bus and threw the doors. What he saw surprised him. A young man was standing on the roof of the bus, shooting something out of his wrists, "What are you?"
Ten Second Prior
Peter was thrown onto the roof, and managed to grab hold. He knelt on the roof, and starting spinning web to tie him up.
All of a sudden, he felt the bus shake. Peter looked at the culprit who said, "What are you?"
Peter flipped off the ceiling and landed on his feet. He turned around to face the strange young man, "What about you? You just ran in here at incredible speed."
The two faced each other. Neither of them wanted to admit what they were, but knowing what the other saw proved that he knew something.
"Who are you?" They both asked at the same time.
"I asked you first." They continued.
"Stop that." They said at the same time again.
The two laughed nervously.
Peter sighed. He knew that the truth was the best answer, and that if someone else knew his secret, then it might be easier for him to talk to. And it didn't hurt that the other person had powers of his own. The New Yorker stretched out his hand, "Peter Parker, and you are?"
Clark smiled as he accepted the handshake, "Clark Kent."
The scientist shook his head, as he grabbed his bag, "So my Aunt May knows your father. What exactly are you?"
He answered, "It appears that way, Peter. As for what I am? Let's you and I go back to the farm, and talk this out. I have some questions about you too."
Peter nodded, "That's fine, Clark. It looks like these guys are taken care of. But before we leave, we should call the Police."
Clark looked at the webbed robber on the bus, "My friend took care of that. By the way, nice work."
He chuckled a little, "Thanks, Clark," the former wrestler looked out the window, and saw the fist robbed, "I see you handled the other guy after I sent him flying."
"It looks that way, Peter." The sophomore said as he went to the doors, and glanced at his new friend, "c'mon. We should tell them about you. This should be interesting."
"Why?" Asked the brunette.
"Let's just go there first. C'mon. I'll drive."
***The Kent House***
The Guest Room
Martha Kent finished making the bed in the guestroom. She turned to her husband, "Peter most feel awful, Jonathan. Just think about seeing your uncle die right in front of your eyes. No wonder he had to get out of New York."
Jonathan nodded after fixing one of the drawers in the nightstand, "I'm sure he does, Martha. But I promised May to help him out, and I think that we can help him."
Mrs. Kent smiled and walked over to her husband, wrapped her arm around his chest, and kissed him on the cheek, "Have I told you how much I love you?"
He shook his head, "Not since this morning." Then he kissed her softly on the lips.
Martha smiled, "Well, I do love you, Mr. Kent."
"I love you, Mrs. Kent."
The redhead looked at her watch, "Clark and Peter should be here soon."
Jonathan let go of his wife and returned to fixing the nightstand, "Right. We better get this room finished.
The couple spent the next ten minutes organizing the room. They made sure that everything was put in its proper location.
All of a sudden they heard the door opened.
Mr. and Mrs. Kent left the room and entered the living room to see their son, and their new houseguest.
"Mom, Dad, this is Peter Parker," Clark said, "Peter these are my parents."
Peter lowered his bag on the floor, "Thanks for doing this Mr. and Mrs. Kent."
Jonathan smiled, "No problem, Peter." He turned to his son, "Clark take his bag into the guestroom. Then we can talk."
Clark nodded, "Sure. See you in a second, Peter." Then he picked up the bag, and went off.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Peter." Martha said with sorrow.
"We all are," Jonathan confirmed.
"Right," Clark responded as he walked back into the living room.
"Thanks. It still hurts but I'm trying to get a grip on it."
Mr. Kent suggested, "Why don't we all sit down, so Peter can tell us about himself."
And the four of them did. Jonathan and Martha sat next to each other allowing Peter and Clark to sit on the other side of the table.
Peter and Clark exchanged looks, and the sophomore nodded in comprehension, "Mom, Dad, Peter and I need to tell you something."
This time the Kent parents exchanged worried looks, "What is it, Clark?" The female of the household asked.
Clark took a deep breath, "Peter knows my secret."
Jonathan glared at his son, "How did this happen?"
Peter took it upon himself to answer, "We both knew something was up when we met on the bus today. I was in the middle of a fight with one of the robbers. Clark ran in on us when I was attached to the ceiling, shooting web."
"Shooting web?" Martha asked.
Clark smiled, "Peter has superpowers too. We both found out from the fight."
"What kind of powers, Peter, and does May know about this?" Jonathan asked the New Yorker.
Peter shook his head, "Aunt May doesn't know, and I prefer to keep it that way. A genetically altered spider bit me this year during a school field trip. The next day I realized that I changed into something far different."
"Oh," Martha responded, "What can you do?"
The young man replied, "Well, I'm obviously not as amazing as Clark. I, mean, I'm not from outer space, and I don't have super speed, heat and x-ray vision, but I do have super strength like him. Basically, I can do anything a spider can do. You know, stick to walls, spin webbing, spider agility, super human strength like Clark, and a new sense I call my spider sense."
"Spider sense?" Jonathan asked.
The brunette nodded, "I can detect danger before it happens. Which I actually find pretty amazing. But, even with these new powers, I couldn't..."
Martha and Jonathan watched the young man as tears started to remerge out of his eyes. They could see that he was in pain, "Couldn't what?" Martha asked quietly.
Peter banged his fist on the table in frustration, "I couldn't save my Uncle Ben. I had the power, but I did nothing. I just allowed the thief get away. If I stopped him at the arena, then my uncle would still be alive. I managed to stop him later, but it was too late. I just had to leave New York. There's too much pain right now."
The young man soon felt a hand on his. He looked at the source to see it was Martha Kent, "We are sorry for your loss, Peter. But don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."
He shook his head, "It was, Mrs. Kent. I watched my uncle die right in front of my eyes. Do you have any idea how much that feels? To watch a person you love die. My parents died when I was young, and if it wasn't for Uncle Ben and Aunt May, I would still be an orphan. Now, he's dead, and it's my fault." Tears ran down his cheeks at that moment.
Martha got up from her seat and walked over to the crying young man. She pulled him into a hug, "It's okay, Peter. Let it out, let it all out."
And he did for the next five minutes.
Peter pulled out of her embrace, and composed himself, "Sorry, Mrs. Kent. I didn't mean to cry. It just hurts too much."
She nodded slowly, "Don't worry about it. Jonathan, Clark, and I will help you whatever way we can." She turned to her son, "Clark, take Peter to the guest room. We'll have dinner at 6:00."
"Sure, Mom. This way," he left the room, with Peter following him.
When the two were gone, "Do you think we're doing the right thing, Jonathan? Now, we have two people here with superpowers."
Jonathan nodded, "I do, Martha. Peter still blames himself for Ben's death. With our help, and Clark being able to understand his super power problems, he'll be fine in a few days."
Martha smiled, "Good."
***The Guest Room***
4:45 PM
Clark and Peter sat on the bed. Peter looked at his new friend, "Sorry to put you through this, Clark."
Clark smiled, "No problem, Peter. I know what it's like too not to know your parents. I never met mine. The Kents adopted me soon after I came to this planet."
Peter dried his tears, "Do you miss it. Your home planet?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "I never really knew it to begin with. But I try not to worry about it. I got a good life going now."
The former wrestler flashed a week smile, "That's good to hear."
He smiled too, "How about tomorrow I take you to meet my friends? You already met Pete when you arrived."
Peter laughed a little, "That sounds like fun. From now on, call me Peter, and we'll call Pete, Pete. Alright?"
"That works, Peter."