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stands_for_hope) wrote2014-11-02 09:33 pm
stands_for_hope) wrote2014-11-02 09:33 pm
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The Not Quite Justice League in... The Bee's Pleas!!!
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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.
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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"The poverty you mention is so disturbing to me," Diana admitted with a little huff, "especially considering some of the opulence I have seen."
Steve couldn't help but pat her leg.
"You would have gotten along with my mom. She had a lot of friends who were Communists, pretty much believed the same thing even if she didn't quite trust the whole concept all together."
"Communists?"
"I'll explain it later."
Lois looked over at the screen.
"...okay, this is Raiders of the Lost Ark so we've got a bit of time before we have to explain the villains in the Crystal Skull."
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That was not good Christian terminology, but it was the terminology Jim chose as he settled in, sprawling like he always did, empty cake plate put aside.
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"And they don't raid it, which is... well, you'll see."
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