Author's Note: Sorry, if it seems like I'm rushing the story or it's not detailed enough. I'm a get-to-the-point sort of person but I'll try to do better. Also what is clear in the author's mind is not always clear in the reader's mind. Clark was not openly fighting Green Goblin in the previous chapter because Mary Jane and Lois were watching. However, Clark contributed by helping to find the place and the mysterious gust of wind that knocked him out (it didn't come from the window like Lois and Mary Jane assumed). Your reviews help tremendously, so thanks.
Lois' apartment at 6:34 a.m. …
Lois was frantically searching her cabinets for coffee when there was a knock at her door. She knew who it was. Clark paid her a neighborly visit every stinking day. He was probably paying her back for her lengthy stays at the Kent farm and if she wanted to be truthful, it wasn't like she never went over to his place.
"I'm giving you fair warning, Smallville. I haven't had my coffee yet."
"6:35 and you haven't had your coffee?"
"Shut up! What do you want?"
"I need some flour for my pancakes."
"Do I look like I would have flour? I don't make anything that isn't ready to eat or be put into a microwave."
"I should have known. Since you don't have any coffee, do you want to eat breakfast with me?"
"How in the world did you know I don't have coffee?"
"Uh-I –you would be drinking it if you had some. You can be getting ready and I'll run to the store for flour."
Clark's apartment 6:50 a.m. …
"You must have superpowers!"
"Why would you say a thing like that?"
"You must have flown to the store to get back so quickly and cooked these pancakes with some sort of superheat."
"That's ridiculous!" said Clark nervously laughing.
"No, what's ridiculous is that these pancakes taste almost like your mother's. It's not fair that a man can cook so well."
"You'll have to marry a man that can cook well to survive."
"Pour me a second cup!"
"Yes, your majesty. Oh, and before I forget it, don't turn your music up so loud in the future."
"I had to turn it up loud to drown out you and your date's poetry fest. 'Katie, your eyes are like blue lagoons' 'Clark, your hair is thick and dark like the night.'"
"I guess the walls are kind of thin."
"Where did you meet that piece of trash anyway?"
"Sunday school."
"Oh."
"Are you excited about today?"
"Why?"
"Bridget gave you a story didn't she?"
"Give me a break. It's the first in the whole month since we've been here and I would hardly call the 'Senior Church Ladies of NYC' Bake Sale hard hitting news."
"I wouldn't say that. Those elderly ladies can be vicious. I've known some bake sales to turn into food fights."
"Maybe I should bring you along to get some shots! I have to go now. The sale starts at 7:30 sharp."
"Be thankful. At least you get a story."
"Whatever. I'll be at the office at 12:00 for lunch."
10:32 a.m. at the office…
The phone rang at Peter and Clark's desk, if you could call it a desk. It was more like a stool and tray.
"Clark Kent, Daily Bugle. How may I help you?"
"Clark!"
"Peter?"
"I need your help! I've found someone I can't beat this time. He has the same powers. I'm at—"
click buzzzzz
Clark couldn't deny a friend help even if it meant using his powers where others might see. Peter had spent weeks trying to get Clark to fight with him on a full time basis. If something happened to Peter, Clark would only blame himself.
Clark climbed out of the window in the supply room and began to fly. He was looking and listening for Peter.
Who in the world, or universe for that matter, had powers just like Peter Parker?