Title Series: Web of Kryptonite
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Title: Goodbye New York, Hello Smallville
Author: White Werewolf
Spoilers: Spider-Man: the Movie and anything's good in Smallville up to the second episode of season 2.
Summery: Peter Parker leaves New York when his uncle was murdered. He finds himself in Smallville after his aunt made a suggestion. Can Clark help get his life together, and in time before trouble starts.
Disclaimer: Sony and Marvel own Spider-Man. DC and WB own Smallville
Author Notes: To make this work better. Peter won't have a costume. (.........) indicates thought.
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Streets of New York
Peter Parker was full of emotion. His beloved Uncle Ben was just murdered. For something that he couldn't stop. The young man had the power to stop the culprit, but he couldn't do it. Because of his irresponsibility his uncle was killed.
Peter shook his head, and choked down his tears. He couldn't face his aunt. The young man didn't want to tell her that he could have saved Uncle Ben, but he didn't.
He did nothing.
Something had to be done.
And he knew what he would do.
Stop the culprit with his new powers and then leave.
He would leave New York.
That was what he decided. Peter took his Uncle Ben's dead hand and held it in his. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Ben. I should have. Should have done something."
"Peter?"
Peter nodded, "What is it, Uncle Ben?"
Ben didn't have that much time left. "It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself."
Peter shook his head, "It was. I-I-I had the p-p-power and I couldn't."
Uncle Ben responded in a whisper, "Don't. Take care of yourself. I love you."
His eyes began to tear up, "I love you, too."
And then Uncle Ben's hand fell out of Peter's. His eyes closed one last time, and his breathing came to a halt. Peter watched as his uncle's life force left his body.
Peter slowly got back to his feet and turned around. There were a ton of people there, and he couldn't face them. Then he heard a voice coming from a walkie-talkie, "We have the murderer on pursuit. Headed due north. He is considered hostile, and fits the witnesses' description."
"What street?" the officer asked.
"Jefferson."
With that information, Peter dashed off to that very street. Lucky for him, Jefferson was only two blocks down.
Peter ran with all his heart. He had to avenge his uncle's death, to make himself feel better. His breath was on hold as he turned the corner and sprinted down the streets.
Soon, he came up to a man that fit the description that the police officer said earlier. With anger in his eyes, Peter grunted, "You did this!"
The man turned around to face the tear-stained young man, "Did what, kid?"
"Killed my uncle Ben," with that said, Peter pinned the assailant against a nearby building.
The man laughed, and pulled out his handgun. He aimed it at Peter's right temple, "What are you going to do about it?"
Fear entered the young man's heart. Fear of death, but that didn't stop Peter. He took a deep breath and yanked the gun out of the murder's hand so fast, that he didn't know what just happened. Then the former wrestler threw the gun on the ground, "I'm not going to let you hurt any more people."
The killer struggled his right arm free and tried to right cross the teenager's face, but with his spider sense, he intercept quickly with his left hand, "Now, be a good boy, and maybe the police won't go too hard on you."
He tried to maneuver out of Peter's grasp, but couldn't, "Don't do anything you'll regret, kid."
Peter grinned when he heard siren's coming, "Don't go anywhere," then he threw the murderer to the other side of the alley behind some trashcans. With out a second thought, the scientist jumped onto the wall next to the trashcans and climbed upward.
Soon, he reached the top of the building and watched as the police arrived and took the man away. Peter smiled, feeling a little better, but he still was in so much pain.
Pain that stemmed from irresponsibility.
Peter turned his back from the alley and walked down roof of the building. As soon as he reached the edge, Peter shot out his right hand and released a thread of webbing, making sure it was strong, and swung to his room--to pack.
But, before he could leave, he had to make sure his aunt would be taken care of.
***Peter's Bedroom***
30 Minutes Later
The suitcase closed, zipped shut. He sighed and walked over to the phone, and picked it up. Peter soon dialed a number and placed it to his right ear. It rang a good three times, before it was answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened at the sound of his best friend's voice. It was full of emotion, "Hey, Pete. What's wrong?"
Peter took a deep breath. If he could tell someone, it would be him, "Uncle Ben was murdered." Tears started to reemerge from his eyes.
The redhead immediately felt for Peter, "I'm so sorry, Pete. Is there anything I can do?"
He nodded, "Do me a favor."
"Sure. You got it."
Peter knew Harry was the perfect choice, "I need to leave New York for a while. Can you watch Aunt May for me?"
"No problem. Does she know about this?"
"I told her what happened. And she understood that I needed some space. Just promise me that you'll look after her."
"I will, Peter. I promise. With my dad always at work anyway, I can use the extra company."
"You're a true friend, Harry. Thanks. This means a lot to me. I have to go."
"You're welcome, Peter. Where are you going?" Harry asked his best friend.
Peter looked at a picture his aunt gave him, "Smallville, Harry. It turns out that Aunt May used to live there. She used to be neighbors with a Jonathan Kent."
***Smallville High School Hallways***
30 Minutes Prior
Clark Kent just got out of his biology class and headed to his locker. It was Friday afternoon, and all he wanted to do was go home and relax a little. He opened his locker and started placing the needed homework assignments for this weekend.
"Hey, Clark."
Clark turned around to see his best friend, "Hi, Pete. What's up?"
Pete slumped against the row of lockers, letting the back of his head rest, "Biology sure was interesting. I don't know how much animal dissection I can take?"
The brunette laughed, "I hear that. So, what do you have planned today?"
"Oh, not much. Thought I'd go to the Talon later. Want to come?"
Clark closed his locker, locked it, and zipped up his bag. He swung his back pack around his right shoulder, "Sounds cool, Pete. I need a break from all these tests anyways."
Pete left the lockers and joined Clark as they walked out of the school, "So, how does your mom like her new job?"
"She seems happy, and that's what's important. Even though, my dad has a problem with it. He always does when it combines the Luthor family."
"I see. But, like you said, it seems your mom's happy."
Clark nodded, "She is." He looked at his watch, "I've go to go. Dad has some chores for me."
"Oh, really? All you have to do is run. You'll get there in plenty of time."
"True, but still. I should go. I'll meet you at the Talon at 7:00?"
***The Kent House***
Jonathan Kent just finished some chores and walked inside of the house. He went over to the sink, and washed his hands--making sure to get rid of the dirt.
He walked over to the white fridge, and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. The man took a cup out of the cubbard and poured himself a glass. Jonathan took a sip as he went over to the dining table to read the paper.
Nothing new happened in the news. It was the basic information. People being saved from incidents by an unknown source. He chuckled to himself, knowing the truth.
He spent ten minutes reading the paper, enjoying the quiet household. It was peacefull. Too peacefull, if you asked.
The kitchen was usually busy with Martha doing some chores, but lately that wasn't the case. Although, Clark did the chores faster than his wife, and that was nice.
All of a sudden the phone rang. Jonathan placed the paper down and drank the rest of his lemonade. He left the brown table and answered the phone, "Jonathan Kent speaking."
"Hello, Jonathan. It has been a long time."
Jonathan remembered the voice. It has been a long time. Two years to be excact, "Hi, May. It has been a while. How's Ben?"
May sighed, "Ben just died today, Jonathan. We're all hurting."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"That's okay. Can I ask you a favor?"
Jonathan sat down at the table again with the phone still close to his ear, "Sure, May. What do yo need?"
"Well, Peter took it really hard. He needs some space, to think about his life. I know this is a huge favor, but can he spend some time with you. I think the country will do him well."
Jonathan wondered if letting Peter live there would be such a good idea. Especially with Clark learning his powers. But, it would be nice to have someone in the house. Now that Martha was working. And Clark and he could become good friends.
In truth, Jonathan had felt a closeness to May from all those years ago. And with Ben dead, he couldn't say 'no' to her. It would seem wrong. "Sure thing, May. Clark and Peter would definitely get along."
Just as if on cue, the door opened and in walked Clark. He placed his backpack on a chair in the living room, then grabbed an apple in the kitchen. He would say hello, but his father was on the phone. So, he just sat at in the living room chair, eating his apple.
"That's good, Jonathan. Peter will be on the bus tomorrow."
Jonathan nodded, "Great. I'll have Clark meet him. I would love to talk more, but Clark just came home."
"I understand. Peter will be most pleased. Thank you."
He smiled, "No problem. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Then Jonathan hung up the phone and looked at his son, "It looks like we have someone coming to live with us for a while."
Clark finished his apple and got up from his seat to join his already sitting father at the table, "Oh? Who?"
"I told you about May Parker before, right son?"
The young man shook his head, "No. Who is she?"
Jonathan returned, "May and I used to be neighbors when I was growing up. Our families were really close. Anyway, May left Smallville earlier on, and moved to New York where she met and married Ben Parker. They had a son, who died along with his wife during the war. With them dead, Peter, May's nephew, was orphaned. So, Ben and May took him in. As I understand it, Ben died today. And, May asked if Peter could live with us for a while."
Clark wasn't sure about that answer, "Is that such a good idea, dad?"
Jonathan nodded, "I couldn't say no to her, Clark. Peter needs a friend right now, and I think that you two would get along. He's arriving tomorrow. I think it would be best if you picked him up."
The sophomore shrugged shoulder, "Sure."
The father patted him on the right shoulder, "Good. Maybe you can introduce him to your friends. May told me that he's coming to Smallville tomorrow."
"Cool."
***The Talon***
6:50 PM
Chloe Sullivan sat at a table drinking her cup of coffee. She just sat there going through the tabloids trying to find anything new that dealt with the meteor storm that happened so many years ago.
"Hi, Chloe," a voice said.
Chloe looked up and saw Lana cleaning up the next table over, "What's new?"
"Not much. Just been real busy today."
The blond looked at her, and smiled. Lana was carrying a tray with what seemed like ten empty dishes. "It looks that way. Need some help?"
"Nope. I seem to be okay."
Outside, Clark and Pete met up and headed for the Talon. Then Clark saw Lana through the window carrying the tray, and it looked like she was about to lose her balance.
He gave Pete a look, and he nodded back, "Go. I'll be right behind you."
The brunette smiled and ran at top speed, just in time to catch Lana, "Easy there," he said to her.
Lana still held the tray in her arms and stood back up slowly, and smiled, "Thank, Clark. I didn't see you there."
Pete entered the coffee house and slapped Clark on the back, "Clark was just there at the right time, right place."
Clark smiled, "I guess I was."
"So, what's new in Clark Kent's life?" Lana asked the sophomore.
He sat down at the table with Chloe and answered, "Not much. Except I have to pick someone up tomorrow."
"Who?" Pete asked.
"I guy named Peter Parker. It turns out that his uncle just died, and he needs to get away from New York for a while. It seems that my dad and his aunt were neighbors."
"So, another Pete in Smallville?"
"It appears that way, Pete. Why don't you come down with me and meet him?"
"Why not, I got nothing else to do tomorrow."
TBC
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Title: Goodbye New York, Hello Smallville
Author: White Werewolf
Spoilers: Spider-Man: the Movie and anything's good in Smallville up to the second episode of season 2.
Summery: Peter Parker leaves New York when his uncle was murdered. He finds himself in Smallville after his aunt made a suggestion. Can Clark help get his life together, and in time before trouble starts.
Disclaimer: Sony and Marvel own Spider-Man. DC and WB own Smallville
Author Notes: To make this work better. Peter won't have a costume. (.........) indicates thought.
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Streets of New York
Peter Parker was full of emotion. His beloved Uncle Ben was just murdered. For something that he couldn't stop. The young man had the power to stop the culprit, but he couldn't do it. Because of his irresponsibility his uncle was killed.
Peter shook his head, and choked down his tears. He couldn't face his aunt. The young man didn't want to tell her that he could have saved Uncle Ben, but he didn't.
He did nothing.
Something had to be done.
And he knew what he would do.
Stop the culprit with his new powers and then leave.
He would leave New York.
That was what he decided. Peter took his Uncle Ben's dead hand and held it in his. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Ben. I should have. Should have done something."
"Peter?"
Peter nodded, "What is it, Uncle Ben?"
Ben didn't have that much time left. "It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself."
Peter shook his head, "It was. I-I-I had the p-p-power and I couldn't."
Uncle Ben responded in a whisper, "Don't. Take care of yourself. I love you."
His eyes began to tear up, "I love you, too."
And then Uncle Ben's hand fell out of Peter's. His eyes closed one last time, and his breathing came to a halt. Peter watched as his uncle's life force left his body.
Peter slowly got back to his feet and turned around. There were a ton of people there, and he couldn't face them. Then he heard a voice coming from a walkie-talkie, "We have the murderer on pursuit. Headed due north. He is considered hostile, and fits the witnesses' description."
"What street?" the officer asked.
"Jefferson."
With that information, Peter dashed off to that very street. Lucky for him, Jefferson was only two blocks down.
Peter ran with all his heart. He had to avenge his uncle's death, to make himself feel better. His breath was on hold as he turned the corner and sprinted down the streets.
Soon, he came up to a man that fit the description that the police officer said earlier. With anger in his eyes, Peter grunted, "You did this!"
The man turned around to face the tear-stained young man, "Did what, kid?"
"Killed my uncle Ben," with that said, Peter pinned the assailant against a nearby building.
The man laughed, and pulled out his handgun. He aimed it at Peter's right temple, "What are you going to do about it?"
Fear entered the young man's heart. Fear of death, but that didn't stop Peter. He took a deep breath and yanked the gun out of the murder's hand so fast, that he didn't know what just happened. Then the former wrestler threw the gun on the ground, "I'm not going to let you hurt any more people."
The killer struggled his right arm free and tried to right cross the teenager's face, but with his spider sense, he intercept quickly with his left hand, "Now, be a good boy, and maybe the police won't go too hard on you."
He tried to maneuver out of Peter's grasp, but couldn't, "Don't do anything you'll regret, kid."
Peter grinned when he heard siren's coming, "Don't go anywhere," then he threw the murderer to the other side of the alley behind some trashcans. With out a second thought, the scientist jumped onto the wall next to the trashcans and climbed upward.
Soon, he reached the top of the building and watched as the police arrived and took the man away. Peter smiled, feeling a little better, but he still was in so much pain.
Pain that stemmed from irresponsibility.
Peter turned his back from the alley and walked down roof of the building. As soon as he reached the edge, Peter shot out his right hand and released a thread of webbing, making sure it was strong, and swung to his room--to pack.
But, before he could leave, he had to make sure his aunt would be taken care of.
***Peter's Bedroom***
30 Minutes Later
The suitcase closed, zipped shut. He sighed and walked over to the phone, and picked it up. Peter soon dialed a number and placed it to his right ear. It rang a good three times, before it was answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened at the sound of his best friend's voice. It was full of emotion, "Hey, Pete. What's wrong?"
Peter took a deep breath. If he could tell someone, it would be him, "Uncle Ben was murdered." Tears started to reemerge from his eyes.
The redhead immediately felt for Peter, "I'm so sorry, Pete. Is there anything I can do?"
He nodded, "Do me a favor."
"Sure. You got it."
Peter knew Harry was the perfect choice, "I need to leave New York for a while. Can you watch Aunt May for me?"
"No problem. Does she know about this?"
"I told her what happened. And she understood that I needed some space. Just promise me that you'll look after her."
"I will, Peter. I promise. With my dad always at work anyway, I can use the extra company."
"You're a true friend, Harry. Thanks. This means a lot to me. I have to go."
"You're welcome, Peter. Where are you going?" Harry asked his best friend.
Peter looked at a picture his aunt gave him, "Smallville, Harry. It turns out that Aunt May used to live there. She used to be neighbors with a Jonathan Kent."
***Smallville High School Hallways***
30 Minutes Prior
Clark Kent just got out of his biology class and headed to his locker. It was Friday afternoon, and all he wanted to do was go home and relax a little. He opened his locker and started placing the needed homework assignments for this weekend.
"Hey, Clark."
Clark turned around to see his best friend, "Hi, Pete. What's up?"
Pete slumped against the row of lockers, letting the back of his head rest, "Biology sure was interesting. I don't know how much animal dissection I can take?"
The brunette laughed, "I hear that. So, what do you have planned today?"
"Oh, not much. Thought I'd go to the Talon later. Want to come?"
Clark closed his locker, locked it, and zipped up his bag. He swung his back pack around his right shoulder, "Sounds cool, Pete. I need a break from all these tests anyways."
Pete left the lockers and joined Clark as they walked out of the school, "So, how does your mom like her new job?"
"She seems happy, and that's what's important. Even though, my dad has a problem with it. He always does when it combines the Luthor family."
"I see. But, like you said, it seems your mom's happy."
Clark nodded, "She is." He looked at his watch, "I've go to go. Dad has some chores for me."
"Oh, really? All you have to do is run. You'll get there in plenty of time."
"True, but still. I should go. I'll meet you at the Talon at 7:00?"
***The Kent House***
Jonathan Kent just finished some chores and walked inside of the house. He went over to the sink, and washed his hands--making sure to get rid of the dirt.
He walked over to the white fridge, and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. The man took a cup out of the cubbard and poured himself a glass. Jonathan took a sip as he went over to the dining table to read the paper.
Nothing new happened in the news. It was the basic information. People being saved from incidents by an unknown source. He chuckled to himself, knowing the truth.
He spent ten minutes reading the paper, enjoying the quiet household. It was peacefull. Too peacefull, if you asked.
The kitchen was usually busy with Martha doing some chores, but lately that wasn't the case. Although, Clark did the chores faster than his wife, and that was nice.
All of a sudden the phone rang. Jonathan placed the paper down and drank the rest of his lemonade. He left the brown table and answered the phone, "Jonathan Kent speaking."
"Hello, Jonathan. It has been a long time."
Jonathan remembered the voice. It has been a long time. Two years to be excact, "Hi, May. It has been a while. How's Ben?"
May sighed, "Ben just died today, Jonathan. We're all hurting."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"That's okay. Can I ask you a favor?"
Jonathan sat down at the table again with the phone still close to his ear, "Sure, May. What do yo need?"
"Well, Peter took it really hard. He needs some space, to think about his life. I know this is a huge favor, but can he spend some time with you. I think the country will do him well."
Jonathan wondered if letting Peter live there would be such a good idea. Especially with Clark learning his powers. But, it would be nice to have someone in the house. Now that Martha was working. And Clark and he could become good friends.
In truth, Jonathan had felt a closeness to May from all those years ago. And with Ben dead, he couldn't say 'no' to her. It would seem wrong. "Sure thing, May. Clark and Peter would definitely get along."
Just as if on cue, the door opened and in walked Clark. He placed his backpack on a chair in the living room, then grabbed an apple in the kitchen. He would say hello, but his father was on the phone. So, he just sat at in the living room chair, eating his apple.
"That's good, Jonathan. Peter will be on the bus tomorrow."
Jonathan nodded, "Great. I'll have Clark meet him. I would love to talk more, but Clark just came home."
"I understand. Peter will be most pleased. Thank you."
He smiled, "No problem. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Then Jonathan hung up the phone and looked at his son, "It looks like we have someone coming to live with us for a while."
Clark finished his apple and got up from his seat to join his already sitting father at the table, "Oh? Who?"
"I told you about May Parker before, right son?"
The young man shook his head, "No. Who is she?"
Jonathan returned, "May and I used to be neighbors when I was growing up. Our families were really close. Anyway, May left Smallville earlier on, and moved to New York where she met and married Ben Parker. They had a son, who died along with his wife during the war. With them dead, Peter, May's nephew, was orphaned. So, Ben and May took him in. As I understand it, Ben died today. And, May asked if Peter could live with us for a while."
Clark wasn't sure about that answer, "Is that such a good idea, dad?"
Jonathan nodded, "I couldn't say no to her, Clark. Peter needs a friend right now, and I think that you two would get along. He's arriving tomorrow. I think it would be best if you picked him up."
The sophomore shrugged shoulder, "Sure."
The father patted him on the right shoulder, "Good. Maybe you can introduce him to your friends. May told me that he's coming to Smallville tomorrow."
"Cool."
***The Talon***
6:50 PM
Chloe Sullivan sat at a table drinking her cup of coffee. She just sat there going through the tabloids trying to find anything new that dealt with the meteor storm that happened so many years ago.
"Hi, Chloe," a voice said.
Chloe looked up and saw Lana cleaning up the next table over, "What's new?"
"Not much. Just been real busy today."
The blond looked at her, and smiled. Lana was carrying a tray with what seemed like ten empty dishes. "It looks that way. Need some help?"
"Nope. I seem to be okay."
Outside, Clark and Pete met up and headed for the Talon. Then Clark saw Lana through the window carrying the tray, and it looked like she was about to lose her balance.
He gave Pete a look, and he nodded back, "Go. I'll be right behind you."
The brunette smiled and ran at top speed, just in time to catch Lana, "Easy there," he said to her.
Lana still held the tray in her arms and stood back up slowly, and smiled, "Thank, Clark. I didn't see you there."
Pete entered the coffee house and slapped Clark on the back, "Clark was just there at the right time, right place."
Clark smiled, "I guess I was."
"So, what's new in Clark Kent's life?" Lana asked the sophomore.
He sat down at the table with Chloe and answered, "Not much. Except I have to pick someone up tomorrow."
"Who?" Pete asked.
"I guy named Peter Parker. It turns out that his uncle just died, and he needs to get away from New York for a while. It seems that my dad and his aunt were neighbors."
"So, another Pete in Smallville?"
"It appears that way, Pete. Why don't you come down with me and meet him?"
"Why not, I got nothing else to do tomorrow."
TBC