Clark Kent (
stands_for_hope) wrote2014-06-25 04:52 pm
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Firebrand, Superman, Lois Lane, and the Avengers in... Unfortunately Lex Luthor Is An Asshole
That morning, there wasn't a paper that didn't have a variation of one headline:
Captain America Comes Out in Support of Superman
The quotes were all different, though: 'He's here to help, same as me.' 'I've never met a kinder, more civic-minded man.' 'I've fought beside him and I'd do it again; there's very few people I'd trust to have my back like Superman.'
The Planet was the only one who had a full interview to go along with the statement that had been distributed to the various publications, an exclusive as written by Lois Lane who was starting to get known as the woman to go to if you needed to talk to a harder-to-find superhero. Lois didn't mind that one bit, honestly, though Cat Graham had started to ask her if she knew any of their numbers to get herself a date.
Later, on another day, Clark might wonder if that had been as much of a catalyst as anything. Because that was the day that Lex Luthor decided to make his play.
The massive spider mecha seemed to appear out of nowhere, towering over parts of the downtown area that had only just begun to be rebuilt. The streets were suddenly filled with rolling war machines, filled to the brim with alien soldiers speaking a language that was unfamiliar and strange to anyone who might hear it. Strange flying ships made their way from the outskirts of the city inward, terrifying the people as they scattered them from the streets. And all of them, each and every one of them, wore red, blue, and gold... and sported the s-like curve as an emblem.
The invasion had begun.
Captain America Comes Out in Support of Superman
The quotes were all different, though: 'He's here to help, same as me.' 'I've never met a kinder, more civic-minded man.' 'I've fought beside him and I'd do it again; there's very few people I'd trust to have my back like Superman.'
The Planet was the only one who had a full interview to go along with the statement that had been distributed to the various publications, an exclusive as written by Lois Lane who was starting to get known as the woman to go to if you needed to talk to a harder-to-find superhero. Lois didn't mind that one bit, honestly, though Cat Graham had started to ask her if she knew any of their numbers to get herself a date.
Later, on another day, Clark might wonder if that had been as much of a catalyst as anything. Because that was the day that Lex Luthor decided to make his play.
The massive spider mecha seemed to appear out of nowhere, towering over parts of the downtown area that had only just begun to be rebuilt. The streets were suddenly filled with rolling war machines, filled to the brim with alien soldiers speaking a language that was unfamiliar and strange to anyone who might hear it. Strange flying ships made their way from the outskirts of the city inward, terrifying the people as they scattered them from the streets. And all of them, each and every one of them, wore red, blue, and gold... and sported the s-like curve as an emblem.
The invasion had begun.
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The next in line, he hit, hard, with the butt of the rifle, swinging it like a mace. A Kryptonian should've stood up with the hit. This one didn't.
Clint was next on the comms. "I'm contacting city officials. These aren't real Kryptonians."
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"It seems our friend the Superman has been seen for his true colors."
Steve looked up into the sky in between smashing fake (and real) troops in the face with his shield.
"What's that mean, Thor? Do you have a visual on Superman?"
"Nah, but you don't need one! Glenmorgan Square's lit up with the picture of the hour," Falcon provided a moment later.
"Has anyone gotten to Lois yet?"
"Negative, Cap!"
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The armour wasn't flawless. He was fighting like he'd been trained - exacting. Merciless. At least one opposing soldier got a knife under his helmet and through the underside of his jaw. They had stopped being worth his mercy when civilians had started to fall.
"On it," Tony said. "Almost there. With all the red up here, you'd think they'd miss one guy, but nope."
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Something had changed, in the city and in the air. The people knew that this attack was no alien attack which was why they started fighting back, in earnest. It helped that their bullets could now function against the depowered armor on their attackers.
Their hero, the one that they'd been so cruel as to accuse of betrayal, punched out the 'leader' of the invasion as Jimmy Olsen, intrepid photographer, caught every frame of the fight and handed Superman back the S that had been torn from his chest. Reattached by a shot of laser vision, he smiled up at the lightning that arced overhead and threw up a wave to Falcon as he flew past.
"Got a visual on Superman! He's lookin' a little rough but he's up and fighting! And folks are fightin' with him!"
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Even Clint was smirking. Easier to shoot at things when you knew what was real and what wasn't. "I think I'm the only one here that speaks Russian, Jim," he said, though. "But hell yeah. Our turn."
"I'm at Lexcorp - something's up," Tony interrupted. "Moving in."
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A text message went out to all of them, the language jumbled; it appeared that the voice-to-text had been used.
Cups ton might makes a formidable explosive you lunatic sewage suicide bombers?
And then the window on the top floor of the Lexcorp building exploded out and a single figure went flying out... and then down.
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Jim was fighting his way toward the building, knocking down soldier after soldier as he went -- his phone had buzzed but he was too busy now to check it. But Jarvis threw the message onto Tony's HUD and--
"What's this about suicide bombers?"
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"I'm fine! But the soldiers, the real ones! They've all got a sliver of kryptonite and they're rigged to explode!"
Which was when a red and blue blur started going through the city, picking up every one of the soldiers he could find to toss them into the air.
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"On it." And that was what Jim started to do, flinging all of them toward the APCs they'd come out of and only needing one arm to do it. While he did, he yelled to any nearby civilians -- "Get out of the area! They're rigged to explode!"
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"At least get people away from them," Clint agreed. "You, too, Thor, Sam - You're our fliers, make it quick!"
Jim kept an eye on Clark - even jogged over as he asked, "How long do we have?"
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But even as Jim asked, the shards that Clark had thrown up exploded. Clark, looking very much as if he'd had an awful, terrible, no good, and very bad day, climbed to his feet and tried to shake himself off.
"I've got to-- Luthor--"
He gave Jim a wobbly smile for just a second before shooting back off into the sky.
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But it made him wonder if they'd even known. "I'm going to Lexcorp," he said over the comms. If Clark was there, who knew what Luthor would do to him.
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When he got to the top, to Luthor's lab, it was to find Clark huddled on the ground near the entrance, as far from the glowing green apparatus that Luthor had used... and Luthor was out cold on the floor, blood drooling from his mouth but still clearly alive. Clark looked a little worse for wear as well, a couple of cuts on his cheek and jaw, but he was breathing. Alive. And despite a couple of tears, he looked strangely satisfied.
"He's... out. And I can hear the police on the way."
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"We might want to grab that. There's a container..." he pointed beside it where the container actually sat.
Then he put his hand on Jim's shoulder.
"Lois?"
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He spread his hands.
"That I know of. That he had anyway."
He offered an arm in a familiar gesture.
"I am so ready go to home."
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And the thanks were very much in earnest.
"We've got blankets and things at the apartment, and I've still got a bedroll or two. So does Lois. And I'd really like to see Lois."
It was one of the very few, rare times where Clark actually sounded just a little grumpy. His head rested against Jim's shoulder.
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He did cast one last withering glance at Luthor's unconscious form. He'd promised to kill him. The time would soon come.
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"The hospital? How badly was she hurt?"
He shook off his worry then and pulled Jim closer to fly as quickly as he could towards the apartment. He'd see if she was there and then, if not, drop off Jim to go find her.
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Thor was staring around the domicile thoughtfully, taking in the features and Sam was kind of glancing around with a half-smile on his face. Steve was up and about even as they came in the window, distributing glasses of water and generally looking after the troops. He turned when there was movement at the window, though, and looked significantly relieved to see both Clark and Jim in one piece.
That was nothing on Lois, who barreled past Clint straight at Clark, hugging his side tightly before slinging out an arm to catch Jim as well.
"Fuck!" was never said with so much relief and affection.
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Clint chuckled softly. "Yep, that makes... most of us."
"All of us," Tony protested, coming out of the bathroom, out of his suit. "Sorry 'bout that, had to borrow your shower, I'll pay the water bill -- I'm going to need to keep it running for a little while. The suit's in there."
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