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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Jim, meanwhile, grabbed a box of what looked like lo mein to him and got a fork. There was more than enough food, but everyone had their choice.
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"Come on, let's get some food."
He headed back to the main apartment in time to see Lois go for the beef sticks and a small container of won ton soup, though she put it down on the kitchen table after a second.
"I'm gonna get changed before I wreck this outfit any worse."
Then she disappeared into her and Clark's bedroom.
Sam slipped in after she'd left and grabbed himself some beef with broccoli before snatching a chicken and cashew for Thor and returning to the couch with enough chopsticks for the both of them and a beer each.
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Jim just watched with a kind of amusement. Once people had eaten, he was sincerely considering suggesting a poker game. All they lacked was cigarettes and it'd almost be like things were, longer ago than he remembered.
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Clark chose instead to cross his legs and float beside her as he ate his food.
Steve smiled a little at the two of them before heading to actually get his own food, a sweet and sour chicken plucked from the mass of boxes and a container of sauce scrounged up from one of the bags. He'd make sure everyone got enough before he started taking more.
Then he was settling not far from Jim to find out what these 'ponies' were exactly.
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"Pretty sure they don't have one for Nat," Clint put in.
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Clark laughed a little and floated up some.
Steve ran a hand through his hair before popping a piece of chicken into his mouth.
"I don't recall having a Missouri accent, but I'll have to see if I agree. Clark seems about right."
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"I'm not tryin' to hide it," he said, though it came out thicker, richer once Jim had prompted him. He sounded like a proper New Yorker; he'd never really talked like that around any of them before.
"Just got used to talkin' like that from the USO shows an' it never slipped off."
He'd had voice coaches a plenty making sure that he sounded as middle America, as untraceable and universal, as possible. It was part of the persona that he still had trouble shaking off, and one he didn't even think about (or hadn't) until Jim said something.
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Jim rolled his eyes and picked up an eggroll. "That was more me than him, anyway. I was the poker guy. Steve was the hustler."
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Clark floated over and peered down at Steve curiously.
"Hustler?"
Sam, at his place on the couch, stifled a laugh.
"Oh man, don't even get me started. It is a damn beautiful sight to behold when he's at it."
Lois was just raising her eyebrow.
"Oh, this I've got to hear."
Steve leaned back against a wall with a laugh.
"It's not hustling if you just let them make their own assumptions."
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Tony was grinning. "You dog."
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Clark let out a cough of a laugh at that. Lois had no such shame and giggled.
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"'Course you did," Tony said. "That's what friends are for."
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"You know..." Tony looked between the two of them thoughtfully. "I think I know what might be missing in the whole serum thing. I'm not sure, and I'm not gonna experiment, but I'm pretty sure I know what it was."
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"This I gotta hear."
Clark floated a little closer too, which was ridiculous because he was half listening to his mother putter around her kitchen back in Smallville, Kansas. But some gestures are well learned.
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Jim was quiet, but then shook his head a little. "I don't remember anything called a Vita-Ray, so you might be right."
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Clark floated around with a thoughtful expression.
"I know I've never heard it mentioned," Clark admitted, "just the serum."
"Makes sense, though," Lois pointed out as she walked over, "why promote the recipe if you don't want other people figuring out how to make their own cake?"
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"I wouldn't volunteer anyway," Jim shrugged.
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Clark looked up at that with a raised eyebrow. Why would it bother Bruce, exactly?
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Clint watched Clark and laughed once - a laugh that stayed in his chest. "I've seen that face before. That's the face I was wearing when I first met him."
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"I don't know if he'll remember me, but we did meet. It was down in South America, while I was traveling. It didn't end... well."
Steve's eyes went wide.
"You mean--"
"Suffice to say, the Amazon basin was not the only massive green thing I got to tangle with."
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