Clark looked up and stared at the kid he'd never seen, shock dampening his eyes as the assholes from the baseball team scampered off. He didn't move, though. He was too busy figuring out--

"Look out!"

But the blond kid who was trotting up wasn't an ambush or a trick. He slotted up against Bucky and rubbed his shoulder, clearly trying to calm him down.

"Oh, like I could take Buck in a fight," the blond kid said with a laugh. His accent matched the brunet's and it was clear the two knew each other from how familiar they were. Clark watched them warily.

"You didn't have to do that," he said moodily, watching as the baseball team ran farther and farther. "They're going to go after you now."