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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He'd gone to the store with Jim. They'd had a walk and a talk and everything had gone just fine, even when it'd rubbed up against some of the sensitive points for both of them and between them.
It'd been... good. Normal. Just the two of them.
The way it made his chest hurt a little, though... he'd need to tug him aside, maybe before they fell asleep. Maybe the next morning. He wasn't sure if it was the right time, but he was hoping that, with everything going so well, it would at least work out.
He shifted the box to one arm specifically and opened the door, holding it open for Jim behind him.
The apartment was pretty much how they'd left it: Thor was watching animated ponies with Sam, Tony, and Lois. Clark was fiddling around the kitchen, neatening up as best he could. Clint was not to be seen at that moment but that only meant he may have found a perch that wasn't visible from the door.
"We come bearing drinks," Steve announced, "and breakfast for tomorrow."
Clark looked utterly relieved and cleared off a spot on the kitchen table for both crates.
"Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it."
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"My treat," Tony crowed from the couch.
Jim just shrugged, glancing from Steve to Clark and back. "Fine with me. No problem letting the rich guy pay for stuff."
Clint, meanwhile, was in the other apartment, laying out some bedrolls for people to use later. There was a functioning bathroom in the other apartment, after all, and even a kitchen - there just wasn't any food in it.
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Clark looked visibly relieved again and there was a soft puff of air through the apartment, at which point the supplies were all put away and the crates were stacked neatly beside the wall nearest the kitchen table.
Steve's eyes widened a little, though he didn't say anything. He was, however, obviously impressed.
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"It's kinda neat."
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Steve laughed, which got a little grin out of Clark.
"Everyone seems to have settled in to watch Friendship is Magic with Thor. Clint's just setting up the bedding over in Lois's apartment next door."
Clark looked over to the generally assembled group.
"There's more drinks now, if anyone wants anything. Just check the 'fridge and take what you like."
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Jim reflexively told him, "Careful of the furniture."
"Yes, Dad," came the answering mutter, rolling his eyes.
The answer was a leather glove whapping Tony lightly in the back of the head before falling to the floor. "Next time it'll be a sock."
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"Careful, he's got wicked aim with those. And you don't even have the couch to protect you till you get back."
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"Walk around the couch and we won't have that problem," Jim answered, unflinching.
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"But the couch is second hand. And we are kind of fond of it."
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Pepper's influence had made a difference. Jim nodded slightly in approval.
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Steve, looking around at the fullness of the room, picked up his pack and his shield and nodded first at Jim, and then down the hallway.
"Can I put my stuff away? Better to have more room when the food comes."
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The bed was a folded-out futon that was pushed to one wall, a couple pillows on one end. Beneath it, there was a flat tupperware container that, if anyone looked closely, was rather laden with weaponry. The closet door was open, showing a few pairs of pants and shirts that needed to be hung, and only a couple pairs of boots underneath. Rather sparse. Most of his clothes were in the chest of drawers that were to one side.
The only other piece of furniture was a bedside table with a lamp. All in all, the room was almost hollow, the walls plain white, the floor clean but undecorated.
"The bed's actually pretty firm," Jim said. "There's room in the closet for whatever. Room in the chest, too."
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Once that was done, he put his hand to the futon mattress and gave it a squeeze, nodding in agreement that it was about as firm as he could ask for and almost certainly sleepable. Leaning down, his enhanced senses gave him a good sniff of the bed and his chest tightened up for a moment at the aching familiarity. Smell, he'd been told, either by Bruce or Tony, had the strongest effect on a person, could hold the most potent memories. He couldn't disagree right then.
He didn't hide it, but he also didn't say anything as he stood up again. Yeah, the bed... he'd sleep just fine in this bed. Probably better than he'd slept since he'd woken up from the ice.
"Looks good," he reported as he shot Jim a smile.
He was saved from having to say anything else by the sound of the doorbell.
"Ah, food. We should probably go out and help bring it up."
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He didn't wait before heading out - he'd given his own name, after all, and that meant he'd have to confirm everything. He only stopped to pick up his glove from the kitchen before opening the door. Jim greeted the man with a polite few words of Cantonese and a bow of his head.
The delivery man gave a nod of recognition. "Having a party?"
"Something like a party, anyway," Jim answered, hearing Tony take his cue and stand up, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.
"What's the total?" Stark asked and the delivery man answered - pretty steep, but for the amount of food that was around him, it was proportionate. Stark didn't even bat an eye before forking it over with a generous tip. "Thanks," he said. "It smells great."
"Threw in some desserts for free. Enjoy," he said, and handed over two cardboard boxes of fragrant food.
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Clark had cleared the table and the countertop, one for food and the other for people to sit at, and a small sticky note was placed over one of the cabinets to inform the guests that the plates were there if they wanted one. Another was on a drawer with the simple label of 'silverware'.
Steve put his boxes on the countertop and held up a finger.
"Lemme go get Clint."
And disappeared back out the door.
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Meanwhile, Clint was doing mental math. Lois and Clark had a room. Jim was going to be sharing with Steve. There was one couch. That left three people needing the floor in the other apartment, and he was fine with one of them being him. He'd put a pallet in each of the bedrooms, so people would have a little privacy, and one in the living room. Complete with borrowed pillows, he knew he'd slept on worse.
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"Thanks, Jim."
All the preparation done, he slipped out of the kitchen to remove at least one thing taking up space and settled into his desk chair to eat at his desk.
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Three bedrolls - the apartment was pretty well appointed for a quick notice night's stay, really.
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