The Breakfast of Champions

Peter was awoken unceremoniously before the dawn.

"Wha …. What's go on?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he spotted Clark flipping his light switch on.

"Rise and shine. The day starts early on a farm and so does the family reunion," Clark responded matter of factly.

This is for Aunt May. This is for Aunt May, he thought to himself as he reluctantly got out of bed. Sleep heavy in his eyes, Peter pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. He swiped his comb through his hair a few times as he headed down stairs.

Connor didn't appreciate being woken up so early, but he wasn't going to complain. Megan seemed totally unaffected by the early wake up call.

In fact, she was so unaffected by the early hour that she was assisting Martha and May Parker make pancakes for breakfast, which were smelling extremely good. She was suggesting different ingredients to make the breakfast dish really good, and it sounded like blue berries were going to be added to the breakfast.

He heard a yawn and saw Peter coming down the stair. He could see that Peter wasn't much of a morning person.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked after another big yawn.

"Blue berry pancakes," Megan answered, bringing three plates into the dining area for them. May and Martha followed carrying more plates for the rest of the Kent's who were arriving.

"Is anything that I can help you with, Aunt May?" Peter asked as a plate of pancakes was put in front of him.

"No, Peter, Megan was helpful in the kitchen so the only thing that we need it the syrup," May replied.

"I've got it," Clark called, carrying his own plate of breakfast and the maple syrup.

"These are great," Peter commented to Megan after a few bites of the pancakes.

"I should hope so, they're the breakfast of champions'," she replied happily.

"Ah … isn't the breakfast of champions' cake?" he asked jokingly.

"Oh," she answered with a thoughtful look. "I guess it is."

"So, you four ready for the games to begin today?" Jonathan asked them. Peter merely stared at his breakfast and waited for the others to answer. He honestly didn't know if he was ready so he wasn't really the person who should answer, but even if he didn't know he'd do his best to help his team win.

It was Megan who answered for everyone. "Yes, we're ready. When's the relay race going to begin?"

Jonathan took a swig of his orange juice before answering, "Well, it's only just going on six thirty right now, so I suppose that means that you've got another hour or so before the relay race. That should give you enough time to warm up and finish breakfast."

Connor, Megan, and Peter were jogging around the camping field in a warm up exercise. Though Connor and company had been up for at least an hour, other Kent family members were just starting to wake up. Most had congregated at the pavilion where breakfast was being survived. Well most of the Kent extended family had.

The Holt team had apparently had the same idea as Clark and had roused themselves early to warm up. It rather irritated Connor that they had, because the Holt coupled with his super hearing was getting on his nerves.

He could hear them chatter amongst themselves as they jogged on ahead of them. They were discussing how pathetic his team was, they didn't know how totally wrong they were, but Connor guessed that was the point. He was certain that they didn't want anyone to know that his team was comprised of three aliens and one human, especially when those three aliens were superheroes.

"Don't worry, Connor, everything's going to be alright. By the end of this week, we'll have had fun and no one will be the wiser," Megan told him telepathically, evidentially sensing his concerns.

"I hope you're right, because it could be really bad if you aren't."

Peter consciously monitored his speed, keeping it a little slower than Megan's or Connor's. He'd go faster during the race, but for now he didn't want to overdo things. Besides, he didn't want to bother the couple in front of him, they looked like they were enjoying themselves and he didn't want to be a third wheel.

It kind of felt nice to trot along at a leisurely pace.

When was the last time running was ever so peaceful? Thinking back Peter could only recall a few times that he'd ever enjoyed something like this. Mostly whenever he was running or trotting or jogging it wasn't for recreational stuff. Usually something was behind him and determined to kill him or rather Spider-Man. The only other time he would run from something when he wasn't Spider-Man was when Flash was after him.

"So, you're other member of the Kent team?" someone said and Peter glanced to his side. Jogging beside him was one of the Holt boys.

Peter just nodded.

"I haven't seen you at any of the previous reunions," he continued, pressing for a conversation.

"Yeah, I don't think we were able to make any of the previous ones for one reason or another," Peter replied. "We were just barely able to make it to this one."

"So how are you related to the Kent family? I'm Abel, by the way."

"Apparently, my aunt's the cousin of Martha Kent. Plus they were also friends when they were kids." He merely shrugged.

"Makes sense, the Kent's are a really big family. So, how'd someone like you get wrangled into the Family Games?" Abel asked after taking a moment to process Peter's answer.

"Excuse me?" Peter knew that he wasn't the most athletic looking person in the world, but the way Abel put it made it sound like Clark had been desperate when he'd asked him to join the team.

"Don't get me wrong, but someone like you doesn't usually participate in the games. So what was your reason? Because you seriously don't look like winning material," answered Abel. "I mean, your team definitely has the potential to win, but you don't look like you do. So what was your reason?"

"'Cause I want to, I guess. I've never been to a reunion like this before, so trying something new isn't such a bad idea, and besides others on my team really wanted me to join so I did," Peter answered.

"Okay, just giving you a fair warning though, those games are really tough and a lot of people really want to win, especially me and my brothers'. Good luck at the games and may the best team win," Abel said as he spend on ahead and quickly passed Megan and Connor.

"Yeah, good luck to you too," Peter hesitantly answered the more athletic boy.

Well, that was certainly anything but comforting. I hope I can do this.

So, so sorry for taking so long to write this. I hope you all are having a nice Thanksgiving break and Black Friday. Anyway, I'm always opened to suggestions and would love to hear your thoughs in review. I'm would also like to thank the fifty-one people who are following this story and the thirty-one people who have favorited this, and also thank you for whoever put me on a community, even if I don't know what it is, thanks.

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