The Not Quite Justice League in... The Bee's Pleas!!!

[stands_for_hope]

[continued from here]

Finishing his article, clearing everything with Keith, those things took time. That was why it took a few hours before Clark was ready to make his usual call to Lois that night. He had worried that he might not make the time window that she cleared every day to talk to him and the others, but he was proud to say that he'd left himself an even half an hour as long as everything was to schedule.

After the fifth time she didn't pick up (didn't so much as text or ping him), it became clear that things were very much off schedule.

Clark made his way back to the main floor where everyone seemed to congregate and headed straight for Tony, holding up the phone to him.

"I know we're all tired and we've certainly had a long day, but... can you find out where Lois's phone is from the number here?"

In all the madness of the day, all the fighting and the close calls and the weakness brought on by the proximity of kryptonite, he'd lost track of her heartbeat. Usually, it was simple enough to pick up over the phone once again, a steady pulse that he could find his way back to once the phonecall had ended.

He couldn't hear her. He couldn't tell where she was. And she wasn't answering her phone. She always answered her phone. He didn't want to think anything was wrong, but he wasn't naive enough to discount something like this. Not after today. Not after they'd pulled out kryptonite weapons.

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[stands_for_hope]

"As I love you," she returned, leaning into his touch. She tilted her head down to smile at him. "And if you would care for a massage, then best you pull that shirt off and lay down."

One hand patted the bed.

While she would enjoy her hands on him, her tone was loving but without lust. Sweet and affectionate but not flirty. He had said he was not ready for such things and she was happy to oblige him. But she would care for him if he told her that she could.

[kolodnoykovki]

He pulled his shirt off, glad that he'd had the chance to shower, and then he was laying down across the bed, face down, to give her plenty of room for whatever she'd do.

"Anything else I need to do, tell me," he said from where he settled, glancing up over his shoulder.

[stands_for_hope]

"We will start with this," she said before slipping her leg over the other side of him and starting from his hips, thumbs finding the spots of tension as if she had radar.

[kolodnoykovki]

And he moaned quietly, her hands working out pains he hadn't even realised he had. "God," he groaned, hands grasping the covers tightly.

[stands_for_hope]

"I believe it has been too long since you were cared for in this way," she said softly, whispered into his ear as she leaned in on a particularly difficult muscle. She worked slowly, wearing down the knots one by one before continuing along her way.

At some point, Steve came out of the shower and carefully laid out on the bed beside them, but Diana only gave him a smile before refocusing her efforts on James.

[kolodnoykovki]

"Maybe," he agreed softly. "Probably. It's... You're really good at this." He was in the process of melting into the mattress while she worked, relaxation taking over at last. It helped more than he could say. And when Steve laid down with them, Jim reached over and took one of his hands. All the more tactile reassurance. It felt so good.

[stands_for_hope]

Steve gave his hand a squeeze and leaned up to kiss Jim's knuckles as Diana continued.

"I have a great deal of practice and it is an art which I enjoy," she said honestly. "So do not doubt that you will come under my hands often enough."

[kolodnoykovki]

"Mm, I like your hands in so many ways..." He chuckled - and he knew that he would be okay. If he could make that kind of joke already, he'd be fine.

[stands_for_hope]

Steve looked at Diana, who smiled back and nodded as he reached up to start rubbing Jim's scalp ever so gently with the tips of his fingers as she kept working.

"As they are a part of me, they do enjoy finding ways to give you pleasure, as well as a firm appreciation for your lovely skin."

[kolodnoykovki]

"Mmh..." He laughed helplessly. "You guys are gonna have me asleep..." But, really, was that so bad? Sleep was nice, and he thought he could probably use some.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"Maybe we both think you deserve to rest easy," Steve said, only a little smug. Diana chuckled behind him and pressed a kiss at the base of his neck.

[kolodnoykovki]

"I love you two," he murmured. "So much." And he was helpless against the both of them, eyes closing and his shoulders slowly relaxing. Before he knew it, he was asleep under both of their touches.

[granularity]

Which was when Diana kissed him on the shoulder and curled up on one side and Steve kissed his cheek before curling up on the other.

On another floor, a man came out of the wall and tossed his hat with rather impressive accuracy onto a hat hook near the door. Only then did he look around to see who else was on the floor or in the room.

...it'd been a long day.

[secondtry]

Mike was absently pacing, phone to his ear - not distressed but just occupying himself while he spoke. "So everything's under control now? You're sure? ...Okay. ...Okay, so Denver? All right, so do you want me to keep him?"

When he saw Sandy, he smiled and offered his free arm.

[granularity]

Sandy walked over, the mask disappearing into his face before he slipped into the arm and gave Mike a firm hug. He slipped away so that MIke could finish his phonecall.

[secondtry]

He slipped in a quick kiss before letting Sandy go. "Okay. I'll keep him while you're busy. You want to tell me where to meet you? ...Okay. I've got a couple jobs in the area I can get to before then. All right, see you in a couple weeks. Bye."

A swipe of his thumb to hang up the phone and he tossed it into a chair. "There. That's done."

[granularity]

"I have no idea what 'that' was, but I'm glad you finished it," he said as he went to hang up his coat with the hat. His holsters were added a moment later before he made his way back to Mike.

"But for what it's worth, I'm done too. Alan came in and relieved me, told me that I had a better place to be while he and Peegee took care of the politics."

[secondtry]

"I'm glad you're safe." He pulled Sandy into another hug, kissing his temple. "That was me talking to my father. He's taking care of some SHIELD agents - they were almost killed, but he got there in time to warn them and he's taking them to a FLAG safehouse in Denver. I've got Kitt for a while longer." He paused. "His Kitt."

[granularity]

"If you need someone to sit in the driver's seat, just let me know," he offered, "since you said they could drive themselves. I'm glad to hear that the SHIELD agents are all right, though."

[secondtry]

"Mm, I'm too greedy. I'd want you in my passenger seat." But then he squeezed Sandy's shoulders. "You okay?"

[granularity]

Sandy couldn't help a quick laugh.

"I could do with a little greedy," he admitted. "I tend to hide away and go anti-social way too often. More than is good for me."

When Mike asked the question, he nodded without a pause or much worry at all on his face.

"I'm all right. All in a day's job, honestly. It's one of those days where I'm glad I'm no longer chairman, is all. It will be interesting being back out in the spotlight, though. A little like old times."

[secondtry]

"As long as you're okay." He kissed Sandy's cheek, then tugged him over to sit on the bed. "I worried while you were gone. I mean, I know I don't have to, but I did anyway. Kitt likes you."

[granularity]

"Well, that's mutual, at least," he said with a nod towards the floor, towards Kitt's spot in the garage. But he went where he was tugged easily enough.

"Worried? Anything specific you were worried about?"

[secondtry]

"Well, it's a nation with a leader whose power is ensnaring people who are attracted to women or something like that - and I just met you. Last thing I want is to lose you to a woman I've never met." He said it with a smile, lifting his hand to ruffle Sandy's hair.

[granularity]

He laughed and shook his head as he leaned into the touch.

"Oh no. I let Peegee handle Queen Bee," he said firmly, "because her response to someone trying to control her is generally to punch them into the moon. She quit her games as soon as PeeGee made it clear that diplomatic immunity wouldn't save her from the same treatment."