AN: Just a quick note, considering the fact that Spectacular Spider-Man takes place around the same time as when it premiered (2007-2008) while DCSHG is a more modern series, here, Spectacular Spider-Man takes place around the same time as the latter, namely the early 2020s. With that disclaimer out of the way, enjoy!

Also, when Peter says he doesn't still have feelings for Gwen, that was a typo. The dude absolutely does :v.


Peter had already watched his fair share of football matches back at Midtown High. Whether it was just to watch someone, or to support Liz while they were still dating, he often found himself watching Flash Thompson dash across the field, football in hand and ducking and weaving between opposing members. And right now, he was sitting down to watch a game at Metropolis High.

Babs had suggested it to him. Told him that it would be a good way to get to know them better and just have a good time. He was about to say 'Yeah, totally!' when the supervisor, Mr. Warren (who by the by was kind of pissed that he had to take time away from Chemistry to be a supervisor because of some of the staff being out from flu), informed him, along with the rest of the students via a text message, that they were all going to watch the game being played at Metropolis High. According to him, it was a way to 'learn about the culture of the city', and also learn more about what you might do your project on. It was mandatory too, which didn't bother him, but probably bothered others.

He was snapped back into the present as something fell onto his lap. Blinking rapidly, he looked down, spotting a load of popcorn spilling off his lap and onto the ground.

"No!" Babs's voice rang out. "My popcorn!" Turning to his side, he saw Babs, staring down at the fallen popcorn like it was her own child. "Good thing I got a spare bucket." But she quickly brightened up as she pulled out another bucket from behind her.

Peter just took a sip of his water, looking down at the action. The lead quarterback, Hal Jordan, was running around the place, trying his hardest to dodge any tackles. Eventually, he threw it through the air, where another broad-shouldered individual caught it, prompting a cheer to ring out from the crowd.

"Yeah! Kick their asses!" Kara shouted. Jess stared at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Since when were you into football?"

Kara shrugged. "Meh, since never. I just like watching my side win." She chuckled. "Even if said team does have Hal Jordan on it."

"Well, he seems to be a pretty good player," Peter injected. "Even if, from what I've heard, he's a massive tool. Kind of reminds me of someone."

Diana tilted her head. "Who?"

A smirk broke across his face. "Oh, no one important." And hey. This 'Hal' guy was probably a good enough dude under all the showboating and muscles. In order words, if Flash wasn't a major jerk.

However, it seemed like not everyone was pleased with the match.

"Oh. My. Gawd! My eyes are burning!"

The shrill, ear-piercing voice had enough volume to carry itself over all the cheering and miscellaneous talking. Looking to his right, he spotted Sally Avril, glaring down at the pitch. But not at the players.

"Their form is so last year!" She squawked. "Like wow, what are they gonna do now? The old 'jump over each other technique'... They did!" Sally turned to Liz. "Like, we learned that in freshman year, Lizzie! Why are these girls such amateurs?"

Liz frowned. "They're not that bad. I mean, I think that one cheerleader..." She pointed at the one with the long black ponytail who was staring off to the pitch, letting another cheerleader flop onto the ground. "...could do with not making eyes at that quarterback guy with the chin, but they're fine."

Sally scoffed, sounding offended. "Liz, this is terrible! How do you not see that?" Her brow furrowed as she placed a hand on Liz's own forehead. "Are you okay? Did dating that geek really screw ya over that badly?"

Peter rolled his eyes as he turned back to Diana. "Don't mind her. That's just what Sally's like."

"Really?" Diana rubbed her ear. "So, is she usually that loud?"

"Pretty much." With that, he continued to look around the crowd. Just a few seats behind him were MJ and Gwen, who were talking about something. Harry wasn't there though: according to him, he had an appointment with a therapist online. MJ seemed to be trying to cheer Gwen up, but Gwen still had a small frown on her face, her eyebrows arched down. Peter did hear a few words thrown around, like 'green', 'asshole', and 'he's my friend but...', though he quickly turned his attention elsewhere. Probably wasn't a good idea to be listening in the girl you still kind of sort of maybe had a crush on.

"Hey," said Zee. "Has anyone seen Karen? She said she was going to get some drinks and-"

"Let me through!"

Peter's head whipped over to the left. Karen was there, but was being blocked by two girls. One large and redheaded, the other skinny and decked out in leather. They were laughing at her, the redhead grabbing Karen by the collar.

"Come on, Beecher," she sneered. "Can't you help a friend out and give me your drinks?"

Karen ineffectually kicked her legs in the air, glaring at her. "Doris, no. I bought these and I'm tired of letting you and Leslie walk all over me and-"

Doris flicked her on the nose, silencing her. "Hey, I'm asking nicely. Wanna see me ask not-so-nicely?" The other girl, Leslie, just chuckled and pulled out her phone, started to record.

Well, he wasn't going to let this slide. Peter quickly stood up, marching over to Doris. The other girls followed him, presumably also desiring to give Doris some harsh words.

"Hey, you!"

Doris craned her neck around to face the group. "Oh, you guys? And..." She blinked. "Who are you?"

Peter folded his arms. "I'm Peter Parker, and that's my friend." He pointed at Karen, glaring at Doris. "So, how about you and your friend leave her alone. I doubt that she anything to you."

Doris raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" She dropped Karen onto her backside, cracking her knuckles.

Peter's eyes widened. "What? No! I was telling you to-"

Spider-sense. He ducked down, narrowly avoiding five meaty knuckles colliding with his nose. He looked up at Doris, who was staring at him like he was an ant. Leslie just continued to film this, clearly enjoying what was about to go down.

"I don't want to fight you, Doris." He stood back up.

Doris just grinned. "I wouldn't wanna fight me neither." With that, another punch was thrown. Once again, he dodged. This time, it looked like it bothered Doris, who tried delivering a jab to his stomach. He moved out of the way again, quickly straightening himself out.

"What the-" Doris sounded bewildered. "How are you doing that?!"

"Doing what?" Peter asked, hoping he sounded oblivious enough.

"Dodging like that!" Doris threw out another punch halfway through, but this time, Peter grabbed her wrist. He held her arm in place, though it wasn't easy. She already looked pretty strong, but even with his spider-strength, the fist was still budging slowly towards his face.

That's when her other arm shot out. Peter's reflexes got the better of him: he shot his free arm out, which made contact with her chest. Doris was sent onto the ground and sliding background as if she had been hit by a truck. She only came to a stop when she hit the legs of a bespectacled adult wearing a white shirt. The lunch tray in his hands fell out of his hands, falling straight onto Doris's face.

"Woah!" Peter turned around to see a small black-haired boy in a red shirt looking on in awe. "That guy just one-shot Doris Zuel!"

He, along with a few more students of Metropolis High, started to clap and cheer for him. His new friends, though, just stared wide-eyed, still processing it. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted MJ and Gwen staring as well, looking like they couldn't believe their eyes, and Liz, who was also looking straight at him. Her eyes were wide too, but she looked... impressed, almost.

He awkwardly shrugged. "I... uh-"

"Excuse me."

The cheering and clapping died out instantly, with Peter turning around to face the voice. It was the guy in the white shirt, whose arms were folded. "I take it you're the one who did that?" He pointed at Doris, who was wiping food off her yellow tracksuit as Leslie looked at her phone, wondering aloud whether or not she should post this.

"Well..." Okay, how to word this? "I only did so because-"

"Get out." The man pointed behind him, gesturing to the stairs leading down from the bleachers. "I'll inform your supervisor from Midtown High. I'm sure he'll understand."

Crap. Peter, feeling his face heat up, placed his hands in his pocket and walked forward to the stairs. Even with his head bent, he just knew everyone was staring at him. Typical Parker luck. Oh well. Might as well try and see if Harry was done with his meeting. Maybe they could have a real talk... if he was willing to listen.


"He didn't even listen to me!" Karen folded her arms. "I tried to tell him it was an accident, and that Doris was pushing me around too, but..." She groaned. "Poor guy."

"That's Chapin for you," Zee said, applying some eyeliner. "I mean, how many times has he not noticed a supervillain attack just outside her school? He's so oblivious, I swear to God."

Karen just huffed. "Doesn't make things better. I can kind of see where he was coming from - Doris flying at him was all he saw - but-" She sighed again. "Whatever." She took a bite of her doughnut. It was really good: chocolate with sprinkles. Her favorite. Helped calm her down.

"Hey, it was pretty cool, though," Kara said. "I mean, I would've thought you'd like to see Doris get her ass handed to her."

Jess rolled her eyes. "Kara, there are some things you should probably keep to yourself."

Karen looked at Babs. "Think he's okay?"

Babs nodded through a mouthful of popcorn. "Yeah, sure. I mean, he hit his head, but he was wearing a helmet, so-"

Karen facepalmed. As smart as Babs was, sometimes she really missed the point. "No, Babs. Peter!"

Babs blinked. "Oh yeah." She swallowed. "I think he's fine. I mean, I doubt he intended to punt Doris across the bleachers, and everyone else thought it was cool, so..." She trailed off. "Besides, he's probably been through worse."

"Good point." Karen took another bite of the doughnut, turning her attention back to the field. Currently, their team and the opposing team were tied and there was less than a minute till half-time. Steve Lombard was clutching the football, desperately trying to find an opening to throw it over to Hal, who was wildly gesturing for him to pass it.

"COME ON, STEVE LOMBARD!" Karen jumped at the sound of the voice. "PLACE YOUR HEAD IN THIS GAME IN WHICH YOU HAVE A BALL YOU KICK!"

Karen tapped Diana on the shoulder. "Think you could tone it down a bit? I don't think it's helping Steve's concentration."

Diana smiled, a little embarrassed. "Of course. Sorry, I am still not totally sure how to behave during these sports. Usually, on Themyscira..."

Karen just continued to look down at the pitch. It seemed like Steve had finally found his opportunity. Shouting "Go long!" at the top of his lungs, he threw the ball high and far, with a boy twice the size as some of the others just barely missing it. And there was Hal, running to catch it. He kept his eyes directly on it, as if catching it would bring world peace. And then, with a dive, he caught it. A cheer rang out from the crowd, along with a few "Whoop-whoop!"s from Babs, as Hal stood triumphantly, showing the ball to the crowd.

Wait. Karen squinted. That wasn't the football, which had just landed on the other side of the field. It was circular, for one, and orange. And... was it just her, or did it have a face? A face with green eyes and a wicked smile that were... flashing?!

At this point, the crowd fell silent when realization dawned upon them. As it did Hal, who noticed the ball in his hand. His eyes widened and he was just about to drop it when-

The ball suddenly exploded, letting out a load of green smoke and sending a screaming Hal flying across the field. He crashed into a wall, breaking through it.

"HAL!" Jess sounded horrified. The rest of the crowd seemed just as horrified, as they all started shrieking and yelling, with many getting up from their seats and running away. She even spotted people like Leslie running away frantically, looking as scared as she felt. Karen herself got to her feet, her legs wobbling slightly. Was that a bomb?! Why would there be a bomb at-

She couldn't ponder it any further before another sound filled the air. One somehow louder than all the screaming. It was laughter: loud, scratchy, downright insane laughter. Looking up to the sky, she spotted some kind of glider flying around in circles, slowly descending to where it was hovering close enough to the grass. The glider's occupant was the source of the laughter, and looked just as grotesque as said laughter: green skin, pointy ears, yellow eyes and a wide smile, with a purple hat, a green and purple ensemble, and a belt with a pumpkin logo on it.

The goblin-like creature's grin grew even wider. "Hello, Metropolis!" He held up another one of the balls, which bore the same wicked grin, as his eyes grew narrower and his voice grew more malicious. "How's this for a half-time show?"