He ducked under the swinging blade. He kicked outwards at the mindless minion, forcing the man backwards as he sighed. Seriously? Of all the people Mysterio has to place under his control, it has to be stuntmen Ninjas? On Thanksgiving, of all days! He thought as he grabbed a man's arm and threw him into a pile of chairs.

He was on a movie set. Ironically, the movie was about him. About an hour ago, Mysterio had shown up and used a special gas to turn the entire crew into nothing more than his puppets. And what do I have to do with ninjas? Who do they think I am, Batman? Wolverine? Daredevil? He thought as he punched outwards at at a man who was sailing towards him with a sharp sword in hand. Only to have it be blasted out of his hands by a streak of red light. The man turned in midair, only to be struck on the side by a blur of blue and red. The rest of the confounded crew met a similar fate.

"Thanks for the assist babe," he said with a smirk as the blur came to a stop, causing all the male bystanders to gasp, and any of the girlfriends and wives who may have been accompanying them to give them a slap on the shoulder.

"I thought you where assisting me?" Kara Zor-El, otherwise known as Supergirl, replied with a devilish smirk as she lowered herself to his eye-level. "Considering how I took out most of them," she said as she seductively flicked a strand of hair out of her radiant face.

"What took you so long?" he asked with a grin as he lifted his mask to just above his nose. "That guy could've killed me, after all."

"I was busy with some human traffickers in Saudi Arabia," she replied with a seductive whisper. "Besides, I like it when you get all sweaty. It soaks that kick-ass d..."

"Excuse me!" a voice shouted, cutting Kara off and ruining the moment. Peter recognized the speaker as being the actor who was supposed to be playing Spider-man and his alter-ego, Stan Ditko. He was currently dressed in the film's take on the Spider-suit, and Peter was not impressed. "Can I get a quick interview? For character development and..."

"Shoot," Peter said as he pulled his mask back down. "You've got two minutes of my time."

"Well first of all," the man said as he tried to catch his breath. "In a man-to-man thing, damn! If you know what I.."

"You do know that I am capable of throwing a battleship into the sun with one hand, correct?" Kara snorted as she placed her hands on her hips defiantly.

"...I meant about the costume! I swear," the actor said, rather hurriedly as he began to sweat. "Why...why do you do what you do? What started it all? Is there someone you look up to in particular?"

"Well," Peter said with a partial shrug. "There are a few people I look up to. Gaint-man, Goliath, Hulk, Thor, Mecha..."

"I meant..." the actor blurted.

"I know what you meant," Peter said as he crossed his arms across his chest. "But I hope you understand why I can't tell you their name. Anyway, I did something stupid. I didn't stop a bad guy and I ended up getting a man I cared about a lot killed. But before he died, he told me something very important, something that I've cherished and..."

"Spidey," Kara said, "we've gotta go or we're gonna be late for dinner."

"Right," Peter said with a nod, "some other time, maybe." He finished as Kara wrapped her arm around his waist and took off into the air. Soon they where sailing just below the clouds, just the two of them. "Thanks for that, Kara."

"What, the saving from the ninjas or the crazy actor?" she smiled as they began to descend. Below Peter could see large patches of farmland stretching out for miles.

"Both I guess," he said as he caught sight of a particular Farmhouse in the distance. "In addition to the midriff-exposing outfit and mini-skirt and.."

"You want me to drop you?" Kara shot back playfully as she reduced their speed.

"Not particularly," he smiled as his feet touched the ground just outside the Kent farm. "Because then I wouldn't be able to enjoy Ma Kent's rhubarb pie."

"Yeah," Kara smiled playfully as she gave him a tiny push. "I doubt your Aunt would give me any of that turkey if you fell to your death."

"Oh come on," Peter replied as he pushed back. He smiled as his meagre attempt did nothing to phase the girl of steel's stance. "She'd still dote all over you. Even if you became evil empress of the world. She'd still bake you cookies."

"Are you kidding?" Kara smiled as she forced him closer, "If I became Evil empress of the world, I'd have to worry about her wrath!"

"So you're saying she'd be the true master of the world?" Peter smirked as he once more lifted his mask to just above his nose and felt his body press against hers. "The girl of tomorrow is scared of a little old lady?" He finished as he trailed his thumb against her soft lips. He edged his lips closer to hers, closing his eyes as he did so.

"Hey, lovebirds!" a powerful male voice said from above, causing both the earthbound bodies to look upwards. Gliding down gracefully was none other than The Man of Steel himself. "Get inside before someone sees you."

"Says the flying guy who thinks a pair of glasses counts as a disguise," Peter replied, earning a small giggle from Kara.

"Point taken," Superman smiled as his feet touched the ground. "But you don't wanna miss dinner."

"That's true," Peter said with a nod as he intertwined his fingers with Kara's. Together, they entered the farmhouse. Lying on the couch was a change of clothes for him, which he took into the bathroom to change. He opened the door once he was finished, only to be greeted by the sight of his Aunt lifting a heavy turkey from the stove onto the kitchen table, while Martha Kent carried a pot of potatoes.

"Oh Peter dear," Aunt May said as she took off her oven mitts. "Have a seat, we're almost ready. I just have to get the ham and..."

"Aunt May," he said as he went to her side, "let me help with.." She slapped his hand away as he moved to take the mitt out of her hand.

"No," she said defiantly as Kara descended down the stairs and into the kitchen, "you sit down over there. Kara, you sit next to him and we'll get started."

"Miss Parker I can..." Kara began, only to be stopped by a bony finger that belonged to Aunt May.

"You sit next to my nephew right now," she said very sternly, with only a slight smirk etched across her face. "You must be tired, having flown all the way here from New York while carrying my nephew."

"I don't think she minded, May," Martha Kent said as she began to set plates down. "In fact, I think the journey might have been rather enjoyable for both of them. Oh, Clark dear," she said as Superman entered the room, "can you get the cups from the top shelf?"

"Yes Ma," Clark replied, "care to tell me why there's a small, lead-lined package in you jean pocket, Mr Parker?"

"So no one with fifty kinds of vision can sneak a peak," Peter said with half a snap as he turned to face Kara, digging into his pocket as he did so. "I was gonna save this for after supper, but to hell with it," he finished as h got down on one knee and presented the small box to Kara. A small gasp escaped Kara's lips, and both Aunt May and Martha Kent smiled. Only a crack of a smirk etched across Clark's face.

"Kara Zor-El," he asked as his heart began to beat faster and faster. "will you marry me?"

A/N: Spider-man you lucky bastard...

Also, thanks to those people who voted on my profile to choose my next story. 'Fangs & Stingers' is up with two chapters if you want to give it a read.