Fear. That's all I feel as my spider-sense blares in the back of my skull while the thunderous eyes of the King of Olympus bore into my soul, measuring my worth and finding me sorely lacking.

"You? You are the one who has gained my daughter's love?" Zeus' booming voice questioned.

"I. . ."

"You are the one who believes himself worthy of laying with a god?" The thunder god's voice rising even more.

"But she. . ."

"You are not worthy!" He rumbled as he summoned a bolt of lightning in his hand, the sky overhead darkening.

"I thought that was thor's line?" I shouted in fear, running for my life in the direction of the Themyscira embassy. Oh, I hope Diana's not out for lunch.