This is going to be different as this wasn't actually written by me. This was sent to me by BulletstormX asking to feature this here, who said that it was written by them and an acquaintance of their's. For this this once I will upload this here but I want to upload my own writings for my stories but open to using ideas sent to me. So credit for this goes to BulletstormX and their anonymous friend and this is in the aftermath of Convergence.

The world is a weird place. It's been weird since before superheroes started coming out of the woodwork and only got weirder when people who can shoot lighting out their eyes started donning bright colourful spandex to fight crime-or commit them. During his time as Spider-Man, Peter had seen people, a lot of whom attended a certain school for gifted youngsters, come back from the dead more times than he could count, held meaningful conversations with clones of himself, and even got his body stolen by one of his greatest adversaries. Even so, it couldn't prepare him for the levels of strangeness he would see and come to expect from other worlds in the multiverse.

Peter watched from the shadows of an alley wall as the Justice League fought side-by-side with the Ultimates against Darkseid as he and parademons ravaged the city. Clark stood on the rooftop of the same building he was sticking on, watching it all unfold with him. Back in the fight with Darkseid, another Clark rammed into Darkseid's face with his fist at mach 3 speed, backed by the rest of that world's Justice League and the S.H.I.E.L.D-sanctioned Ultimates.

It wasn't the Justice League either of them knew. The members were far younger, less experienced, and a lot less trusted by the public. As for the Ultimates, Peter had never heard of them if they existed back in his universe, though there were a few familiar faces among their ranks. Faces he'd seen fighting for the legendary Avengers, and several more that he'd never seen before.

Peter lifted himself to an upright crouch, his feet stuck firmly to the side of the shadow-covered wall. "We have to help them."

Clark shook his head. "No, Peter. They may not be our Justice League, but they're still the Justice League. This is their fight to win."

"Oh, sure, and I suppose you brought me out here just to sight-see?" Peter lept from the wall and peached himself on the edge of the rooftop to look at Clark. "You know what it's like to fight Darkseid, Clark. We both do. If you were really sure that they had this situation under control, we'd both be back at the house with our wives binge watching Survivor or whatever passes for good TV in this universe. Every second we spend not doing anything is another second in which someone's life could end."

Clark was silent. Peter was about to give him the 'with great power comes great responsibility' speech when a deafening roar shook the edge he was perched on. He turned in time to see Darkseid and his parademons getting sucked into a boomtube Cyborg was projection.

"I WILL RETURN!" Darkseid roared as a dozen heroes from both The Justice League and the Ultimates kicked into the boom tube. Cyborg promptly shut the dimensional door in his face and the entire city fell silent.

Peter cringed behind his red mask as he turned to look at Clark, who had a smug grin plastered on his dumb boxy face,

"...Let's just go home before our wives ask where else we've been."

"Whatever you say, Spidey," Clark said, though it sounded a lot more like 'I told you so.'

Despite a close call with a US aircraft, Clark managed to speed past their radar back to their rented house with Spiderman sticking on his back like an oversized backpack.

Peter had been broke plenty of times and lived in New York apartments that could barely be called habitable before he got married, but he'd never had to live out in the countryside before. It came with its own set of problems. The most annoying of which was the complete lack of tall buildings to swing off of that forced him to take the Superman taxi every time he wanted to go into the city. If there ever was a good time for him to finally get a driver's license, it would be now, but he couldn't exactly walk into the DMV without a citizen ID and tell them he was from another dimension.

A heavy rain flooded the skies by the time Clark and Peter got back to the house. The warm orange glow of a blazing fireplace was visible even from outside. Peter leapt off Clark's back, somersaulting in the air over his head, and landed on his feet at the front door.

"Beauty before age, old man!" Peter cartwheeled into the house, his spider senses warning him to avoid the hundreds of wet spots on the floor caused by the leaky roof that hadn't been repaired in half a century.

"You know, I'm only 6 years older than you," Clark said as he walked slowly inside, wiping his wet but still somehow impeccably combed hair with a towel.

"Spoken exactly like an old man!"

Peter took off his mask and his own perfectly dried but messy brown hair came spilling out. He felt a strong, toned arm drape over his shoulder from behind while Superman smiled in front of him.

Whoever they were didn't set off his spider-sense, so they must've been someone he trusted. Sure enough, when he turned to see who had his neck in an armlock, he saw the face of his beautiful wife Diana with a teasing smile on her face.

"Now, what took you boys so long?" She kissed Peter on the cheek. "I was getting worried that you'd both gotten yourselves killed by some muggers without me!"

"Clark had some trouble with the air force," Peter said.

"Oh?" She smirked and raised an eyebrow at Clark. "Maybe you are getting old afterall."

"You're literally like a thousand years older than me!" Clark protested in vain.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man," Peter teased as he followed his wife to the living room.

Clark sighed but followed them in with a fond smile. Lois was on the couch bouncing lil Jon up and down on her knee. "Hey boys, about time you got here,"

"Clark had trouble with the air force," Diana said.

"The air force?" Lois asked. "Honey, are you feeling your age already?"

Clark gave her a shrug of resignation. "My powers are still fluctuating. I guess the past few months really took a lot out of me." He sat on the sofa next to his wife.

"I'll say," Peter said, leaning on a wall next to Diana. The living room of the old house still only had one couch that could barely support two people and maybe a dog. Considering that Lois just gave birth not so long ago, they collectively decided that couch privileges should go to the Kents for the time being. "Finding out the multiverse exists, Talos forcing us to fight alternate versions of heroes, meeting a Brainiac that wasn't a complete homicidal maniac, this year's been full of surprises."

Lois rested her head against Clark's shoulder and Jon giggled in her arms. "But we made the most of it, didn't we?"

Clark held his finger out to his son, who giggled and started suckin on it. "We did, though I'd be lying if I said that this world won't take some getting used to." He pulled his drool-covered finger from his son's slobbering maw and wiped it on his cape. "Cyborg in the Justice League instead of the Titans? Maybe Barry's still in highschool too in this universe."

"My counterpart here definitely still is," Peter added. "I have no idea how no one's figured it out yet."

Lois cradled Jon in her arms, rocking him gently side to side. "On the bright side, it looks like New York likes you a lot better here than in our old universe."

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty cool," Peter admitted, "But the same can't be said for the rest of the world. They just don't trust superheroes the same way they did back in our universe. Oh, and there's also a knockoff Avengers here run by S.H.I.E.L.D. that has a girl clone of me fighting for them. That's messed up. Not the girl clone part. The part where she has to work for Nick Fury. God, I hope he's nicer in this universe."

"Speaking of superheroes," Diana interjected, "what did you two make of the heroes of this universe?"

"They still got a lot to learn," Clark said.

"It was like watching a bunch of pugs square off against a bulldog," Peter added.

"They still pulled through in the end, though."
Peter chuckled. "Admit it, you were a microsecond away from stepping in there with me."

Diana crossed her arms over her chest. "I still don't get why you two didn't let me go with you to the city to see the fight. Had things gotten ugly, I could have been of much more help fighting beside you than here taking care of Lois." She turned to Lois. "No offense."

"None taken," Lois said. "Changing Jon's diapers should be a job for superman anyways."

"Diana," Clark started, trying to shift the subject away from diaper duty, "if we'd brought you with us, you would've jumped in and tried to stab Darkseid in the face the second he scratched his nose or sneezed."

"He's got you there, honey," Peter said.

Diana groaned in annoyance, but couldn't disagree with what Clark said. Darkseid was a formidable foe for anyone, but after defeating the anti-monitor and saving the entire multiverse, she was confident that the three of them would be able to take him with help from this world's heroes.

"Still, I can't help but feel restless here. We can't do anything out in the open and have to stick to the shadows. I'm starting to feel like Batman."

"I mean, you already got the death glare down," Peter joked, earning one such glare from his less than amused wife.

"We can't risk revealing ourselves to the public," Clark insisted. "Not yet, anyways, The people of this universe don't even trust their own heroes, and we're interdimensional strangers to them. Who knows how they'll react?"

"We can get through this," Lois assured him. "All of us. After everything we've been through. Losing our homes, family, friends...our entire universe. But we still persevered after that. You all fought side by side on Talos against the planet itself. Defied fate and destiny for a new chance at life. Our life in this universe is that new chance. We have to make the most of it."

"Spoken like a true TV star," Peter said only half jokingly.

"Once again, you prove that women are many times wiser than men," added Diana.

Clark let out a small laugh echoed by his infant son and kissed his wife on the cheek. "What can I say? I have great tastes in women."

"That you do, Smallville," Lois said with a satisfied smile. "That you do."

Diana leaned on Peter's shoulder and took his hand in hers. "Maybe hanging up the costume won't be so bad if we do it as a family."

"Little Jon's lucky to have both his Godparents so close to him," Clark commented.
A drop of water fell from the leaky ceiling on Jon's tiny forehead. He looked like he was about to cry before Lois cooed him down and scooted to the end of the couch to avoid the dripping water.

Clark looked up at the ceiling, using his x-ray vision to see through all the layers of rickety wood and loose pipes that needed fixing. "You know, I could fix this entire place up in an instant."

"If you're gonna do that, you can't use your superpowers," Lois said. "The farmer who's letting us stay here is already wondering how you managed to fix his tractor in a day."

"I guess I can do it without using my powers," Clark rubbed the back of his head and looked at Peter. "Hey, Pete, think you can help?"

Diana grabbed Peter by the arm before he could answer. "No can do. Pete's helping me make dinner tonight."

"Well, you heard the lady," Peter said as he allowed himself to get dragged away. "Sorry Clark, I know you understand. Spider or super, a man I can't just say no to his missus!"

"I knew I made the right choice marrying you," Diana teased.

Clark's shoulders slumped as Diana and Peter disappeared into the kitchen, wondering to himself how he'd fix the weather vane without flying.

Peter helped Diana chop the misshapen vegetables they got on discount for dinner.
"They're a wholesome bunch, aren't they?"

"I know you're not talking about the heroes here so I'm going to assume you mean Lois and Clark." She tossed a burger patty of questionable quality onto the frying pan. The meat sizzled and popped in a pool of its own grease. Peter tried his best to not to think what might be in it. "And yes, they are quite wholesome. If I were single I'd say they're the best couple I've ever seen."

"Awww, you're too kind," Peter said, flattered. "Too bad that our counterparts in this universe can't be awesome together like we are."

Diana chuckled. "I'm already a cougar by default with everyone so much younger than me. I don't think the Diana of this universe needs to make that any worse by dating a teenager."

"I'm pretty sure this Wonder Woman has a thing for Supes anyways."

Diana's brow creased and she shivered at the thought. "Please don't put that image in my head. It'd be like dating my own brother." She flipped the patties on the pan and stood to the side to let Peter set a boiling pot for the vegetables. "What else do you make of this world's Diana, by the way?"

"Well, for one," Peter scraped the vegetables into the boiling pot with a cutting knife, "She's not nearly as good-looking as you are."

Diana couldn't beat back the smile that twitched at the corners of her lips. "I meant personality wise. You can tell a lot about a person in how they fight, and unlike me you actually had the chance to see her in action."

"Hmm. How should I put this." He scratched his chin in thought. "She's a bit...I think naive might be the right word?"

"Naive? Really?" Diana asked, surprised.

"That's just what I got from the way she acted. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe she's only naive compared to all the other heroes around her who look like they're constipated with the edgy stick up their ass all the time."

Diana snorted back her laughter at the abrupt joke and lightly punched her husband in the shoulder. Sure, he could be childish and hyperactive and never shuts up, but his uncanny ability to lift the spirits of those around him and make her laugh at the stupidest jokes was what made her fall in love with him in the first place.

"Hey, Peter," Diana slid the cooked patties onto a plate and wiped her hands. Her voice had become low and serious. Peter mentally steeled himself. He didn't need his spider-sense to tell him that she was about to delve into some dangerously important topics about their marriage right then and there. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about ever since we moved in here with Clark and Lois."

"Is it about Lois' snoring?" Peter asked jokingly in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. "Because there's no way I'm going to be the one telling her that."

Diana shook her head, her lips pursed in a nervous frown. "No, it's not about that. It's just...seeing Lois and Clark together the way they are. I can't help but get jealous sometimes."

"Jealous? Should I be worried about this world's Clark now?"

Diana rolled her eyes. "That's not what I mean, you moron." She looked into his eyes, and him into hers. The pot of boiling vegetables lay forgotten beside them. "I was talking about how they fawn over Jon all the time. How they treat him like their greatest treasure, and the joy they show at every little thing they do with him even if it's something objectively gross. Now don't get me wrong, I love Jon too, but I'm still just his godmother. I...I think I'd like to become an actual mother."

It took a full three seconds for Peter's brain to process what Diana had just told him. Meanwhile he stared dumbfounded into her earnest blue eyes. Time itself felt like it'd frozen, and his spider-sense warned him that the pot was boiling over only to be completely ignored in his stupor.

When he finally snapped out of his own mind, Peter pulled Diana into a tight hug.

"Of course! I'd love to start a family!"

"Really?" Diana's eyes were wide with surprise.

"Wow, I thought we'd have to talk about this for an hour or something."

"What is there to talk about?" Peter stroked his wife's perfect face, his eyes lost in hers. "Nothing would make me happier than raising our own little wonder with you."

Tears welled up in Diana's eyes and Peter cried tears of joy with her as they shared a loving kiss in the little old house that would become their paradise.


"Annie's growing up to be rather energetic, isn't she?" Clark said, looking out the window of their remodelled living room.

Jon was playing tag with Annie, or rather was trying to. The girl must've inherited her father's spider senses along with his brown air, because he seemed to always be able to avoid Jon's lunges with milliseconds to spare.

"She takes after her mother too," Peter said, his hand resting over Diana's on the coffee table.

"Motherhood has been the toughest battle I've ever fought in my life," Diana said, though there was clear pride in her words. "You have my respect for entering it in the middle of a multiversal crisis, Lois."

"Coming from the woman who can bench press five cars, that means a lot," Lois said. "Thank you, Diana."

"If anyone deserves thanks, it's you, Lois," Clark said. "You're still fighting crime with your journalism, and your books helped pay for all the renovations to this place."

"We all owe you big time," Peter said, "If we'd been living off my pizza delivery money, we'd still be eating cup noodles and slightly expired meat from the supermarket."

"It's the most I can do while you guys are out there secretly saving the world," Lois said. "Speaking of which, do you think the world's getting any readier for your big reveal yet?"

"No, but they're getting there," Clark said, his eyes fixed on Jon outside playing Annie for any signs of his kryptonian powers manifesting. "But when that day comes, we'll do it together."

"We'll probably have to come up with new superhero names though," Peter said, "so that we don't get confused with this universe's native heroes." He leaned back on his chair and sipped off his steaming coffee mug. "How about... The Arachknight!"

Lois and Diana burst into laughter,

"A pun? Really?" Lois asked.

"I actually kind of like it," Clark said. "It has a nice swing to it."

The wives groaned as their husbands high-fived each other. Figures they'd start making dad jokes now. But bad puns or not, they were happy with the way their lives had come to regardless of how much weird dangerous stuff they had to trudge through to get there.

The last parents of a long dead world watched their children play in the green fields of their new home. Though this universe will always feel like an unfamiliar place to their parents, Jon and Annie would come to consider it their only home to protect and cherish.