The Competition

Connor tuned out Peter's and Megan's conversation about Spider-Man. He wanted to know the basics about the hero, not the in depth reports Peter was giving. At least Megan was enjoying it.

He ate his hot dog and hamburgers quietly, the adult's conversation was no better. It sounded like Martha and May were talking about desserts. Clark was having a conversation about something or other with Pa Kent, so talking to him wasn't an option.

He'd just have to until someone started talking about something that he knew about.

"Wow, that sounds like it was amazing," Megan said excitedly. Her eyes looked far off as she probably imagined an aerial battle between Green Goblin and Spider-Man that Peter had just described to her.

Peter smiled broadly. It was nice to have someone finally appreciate what he did. He wished there were more like her.

"So, are your parents coming?" Megan asked after a long pause in the conversation.

The pause continued, because Peter didn't exactly want to answer. It'd always been hard for him to voice something like that, but it had been even harder after Uncle Ben's death.

"Um … they're not … they're just … not," he started. I sound so idiotic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to pry," the red head replied almost as if she'd read the thoughts that'd been going through his head.

"No, it's okay." He offered a good natured smile. "Really."

"Hey, everyone, announcements," someone called loudly above the noise of all the conversation.

Thank God, he thought, turning from his awkward conversation to the speaker. Pa Kent was using a portable microphone and speaker to talk to everyone.

"Thank you all for coming to the Kent family reunion," he continued. "As everyone knows this is far from over and it hasn't even begun."

Yeah, it's gonna be a whole week. A whole week away from NYC, where who knows what could be wreaking havoc.

"Tomorrow, the Family Games will begin, so everyone get a good night's rest, and you're gonna need it if you want to beat the games running champion – the Holts." A loud cheer came from the other side of the pavilion, where a family of about five or six people sat at a long table.

Peter involuntarily gulped. They could give Rhino a hard time.

The family consisted of four boys, a mom and a dad. Each of the siblings looked as if they played very sport known to man, and were related to Flash Thompson.

I don't think I'm gonna be playing those games.

"What are the 'Family Games'?" Connor asked, looking over to Clark to elaborate. He hadn't been told all that much when Clark had convinced him to come.

"Just a family tradition," Martha answered. "Let's see. This year there are going to be relay races, egg tosses, water balloon tosses – or fights as they so often are, tug-of-war, and much more. They've really outdone themselves this year."

"That sounds like fun, Connor and I should be a team," Megan declared before he could decline the idea of participating. Connor barely made it through P.E. without blowing his cover, how was he supposed to do something like the Family Games?

"Actually, Megan," Clark interjected kindly. "The games require a team of four. I was thinking that maybe you, Connor, me, and Peter could from a team."

"Wha … No, I don't think that's a good idea," Peter replied sheepishly.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun." Megan flashed a smile at him that no one could resist.

"I … guess it wouldn't be so bad." Peter shrugged reluctantly.

"This is a bad idea, Megan. Two Kryptonians and one Martian on a team with a normal human – who doesn't know he's teamed up with aliens. What are we thinking?" he telepathically questioned.

"Come on, Connor," she answered. "It'll be fun."

"Yeah, fun."

I am so sorry it took me this long to update, hit a rather large writers block and I'm kind of lucky that I even got an idea for this chatper.

Let's face it, I don't own Spidder-Man or Young Justice.

I also want to hear some suggestions, there are so many interesting possiblities when you think about this situation long enough.

~Rayner out