Clark Kent (
stands_for_hope) wrote2014-06-02 11:50 am
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The Metropolis Dork Squad, Captain America, and the Falcon in... Angst, Death, and Taxes
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The day had arrived. The trap had been set.
They'd gone to Lois's apartment the day before and made their intentions clear, hoping that with a short period of time, the HYDRA forces wouldn't be able to pull together anything that was too hard to handle.
Jim's paycheck had come in, so he'd treated a rather delicious dinner for the three of them, which had been followed up with some surveillance work, a couple of flights over the various buildings to scout for good positions (both to look for snipers and to drop Lois), and a watching of The Incredibles since there weren't any good games on.
Lois hadn't quite gotten Jim into a french braid with flowers, but she had managed to twist up a few smaller braids and tuck the remainder into a pony tail to keep the worst of it out of his face. If Lois was happy about it as much for it's utility as to give Jim a firm, physical reminder of the people who cared about him... well, she wasn't about to say it out loud.
Clark was with them until roughly half an hour before and informed them just before he left that Captain America was on the ground, apparently sketching one of the ruined and as yet unrepaired buildings on a bench nearby with large 'easel case' while the Falcon was half a mile away on a rooftop. Thankfully, while a good portion of the surrounding area had been destroyed during the attack on Metropolis, this neighborhood was semi-functional (if largely empty during the weekend) so he wasn't entirely out of place.
That just left Lois, her HYDRA pin tucked in place at her collar, and Jim in the empty office room, doing their best to psych themselves into believing this would work.
...and Clark going to investigate the singular figure hiding out on one of the higher rooftops nearby.
The day had arrived. The trap had been set.
They'd gone to Lois's apartment the day before and made their intentions clear, hoping that with a short period of time, the HYDRA forces wouldn't be able to pull together anything that was too hard to handle.
Jim's paycheck had come in, so he'd treated a rather delicious dinner for the three of them, which had been followed up with some surveillance work, a couple of flights over the various buildings to scout for good positions (both to look for snipers and to drop Lois), and a watching of The Incredibles since there weren't any good games on.
Lois hadn't quite gotten Jim into a french braid with flowers, but she had managed to twist up a few smaller braids and tuck the remainder into a pony tail to keep the worst of it out of his face. If Lois was happy about it as much for it's utility as to give Jim a firm, physical reminder of the people who cared about him... well, she wasn't about to say it out loud.
Clark was with them until roughly half an hour before and informed them just before he left that Captain America was on the ground, apparently sketching one of the ruined and as yet unrepaired buildings on a bench nearby with large 'easel case' while the Falcon was half a mile away on a rooftop. Thankfully, while a good portion of the surrounding area had been destroyed during the attack on Metropolis, this neighborhood was semi-functional (if largely empty during the weekend) so he wasn't entirely out of place.
That just left Lois, her HYDRA pin tucked in place at her collar, and Jim in the empty office room, doing their best to psych themselves into believing this would work.
...and Clark going to investigate the singular figure hiding out on one of the higher rooftops nearby.
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"Jerk."
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"I'm trying to learn to be less obvious."
Lois grinned.
"I take center stage all day, every day at work. It's fun to watch when I'm off the clock."
Sam nodded towards Steve.
"Said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm just here to have his back."
Steve shook his head firmly.
"Nope, I've done my time as the dancing monkey. Though, speaking of..." he reached over to grab two bananas, opened one, and took an extremely satisfied bite at the taste, leaning back to enjoy the taste of a fruit that tasted like it was supposed to taste.
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"Well, for one thing, I don't think anyone's trying to boil you. For another thing," he pointed out, floating a little, "you can pretty much guarantee that the second something gets too ridiculous, everyone will start laughing at me."
He landed and shook his head.
"The flying thing. Still working on it."
Sam glanced over.
"So that's new?"
Clark nodded even as he leaned against the hotel wall.
"Figured it out just after I got to that colony ship I mentioned. I've had most of my life to get used to the rest of my abilities. This one... it pretty much has it's own 'controls', for lack of a better word, that don't really connect with anything I'm used to. So I don't have great control with it when it comes to my emotions."
"Thankfully, not true about the laser vision," Lois mentioned absently.
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"Hey," Clint said, looking across at Clark like he'd just come up with the answer for an unasked question. "There you go. The reporter thing ever falls through, you can go into glasswork."
Jim snorted.
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When he'd first gotten out of high school, he'd considered a few different options. His abilities... they'd opened up a lot for him, and during his first year in college, losing his father had made him a little wild, a little reckless. None of that had fit, though, all of it had felt empty. But writing? Writing was a genuine challenge, even for him. Especially for him. Because making others feel as he felt, think as he thought even in the most mundane fashion, was one of the hardest things in the world for him.
"But I think I'll stick with journalism."
Steve pointed to the pin.
"You should keep up with sculpture, though. It's nicely done."
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But he liked it. It meant a lot. It meant that, even though it took decades, he had family. He had a brother. Sister-in-law (niece).
He wasn't alone.
"Gonna have to get a box for it or something 'cause I'm not wearing it on the site. It'd end up stuck in a wall."
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"I think I have an old box that I used to keep some cufflinks in," he offered as he rubbed a hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to say something else, but then he blinked and looked at the TV screen in the room.
"Oh, hey, would anyone mind if we put the game on?"
Lois raised her hand.
"I would mind!"
Sam looked over to Clark.
"What's your team, man?"
"Monarchs!" Clark got out, which explained to the others why he was fluttering his fingers in self-directed irritation. The Monarchs game had started roughly twenty minutes ago.
Sam grinned.
"They're not terrible. But I'm a Dodgers man. Have been since college."
Clark pointed to Sam, then directed his finger over to Jim. Sam shook his head firmly.
"Oh hell no, not him too."
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"You get started with the game," Jim said. "I need to go get that tablet."
And, very carefully, he tapped a corner of the design Steve had painted, testing to see if it was dry or if he'd need to go sleeveless.
Clint looked at him for a second before asking, "Need a gun? Just in case?"
Jim shook his head. "I'm armed."
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Steve, glancing at the TV just the once, turns to look at Jim.
"We can get there faster if we take my bike."
Clark looks a bit abashed as he'd let everything that'd happened make him forget about the tablet, but Lois shook her head in his direction and 'pinned' him as best she could by sitting him on the little love seat in the room and settling in his lap. Clark had done quite enough flying around. The other superheroes could go do things now.
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Jim took a breath but then nodded once. "All right. Let's go."
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"The signal blocker?"
After all, they didn't want to lead HYDRA or anyone else straight to the little hotel room.
Trying out an easy smile he was doing his best to feel, he looked past Clint to where Sam had joined Clark and Lois on the couch to watch the game. A bit of a lean told him the answer to the question that had gotten ignored earlier.
"And apparently, it's against the Brewers."
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Jim watched the little device but couldn't place having seen anything like it before. He ended up shaking his head, but then heading for the door. "You be in charge of that. You're probably better with it than I am."
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"I've never used this particular model," Steve said as he trotted forward to lead the way towards where he'd parked his bike, "but it doesn't look too different from the ones I have."
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Steve's motorcycle, at least, was easy to spot. It was the only motorcycle on the lot. He wasn't too happy with the fact that he was going to have to hold on to someone he still wasn't really sure of, but he could put up with it.
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"I'm assuming it's stashed somewhere near where everything went down, across the bridge?"
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"Shouldn't take too long. I've uh... done some riding around town. I know where the hospital is. So just tell me where to go once we're in the area."
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In fact, it seemed like Steve was content not to say a thing as they drove, the motorcycle serving to get them from point A to point B and the company merely the most convenient pairing that wouldn't have one of the going off entirely on his own.
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"Turn right at the next light," he said eventually. "Then left two lights up. The alley is the next right past that."
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"Signal blocker still fine," he reported with a faint smile over his shoulder.
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