A/N: Takes place post season 2 of Smallville, pre-Avengers movie! Will contain some elements of Agents of SHIELD but minimal spoilers! Just my idea for if S.H.I.E.L.D. had been keeping it's eye on a certain Last Son of Krypton. Tell me what you think!

"Can I buy you a drink?" The redhead asked as she sat down next to him.

"I can't say no to a beautiful woman Miss..."

"Just call me Natasha." She replied, handing him the drink. He grinned and nodded before downing the drink in one swallow. He felt himself grow lightheaded, and before he could find out what was happening he passed out.

"Good you're awake." She said, looking over to where the young man's eyes were flickering open, his legs and arms spread on either side of the wall.

"I guess. Now how about you tell me who you are. You're obviously not just someone passing through town, especially given the fact that you managed to capture me. I'm assuming there's no chance of me getting out of these restraints anytime soon?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Not for the time being, and I didn't lie to you Mr. Kent. My name is Natasha, Natasha Romanov."

"The Black Widow." He muttered, and she nodded.

"Then I guess I should thank you for not trying to kill me for behaving like such a jackass. That rock screws with my head, but that's no excuse."

"Don't apologize. It was...interesting to say the very least." She replied and Clark couldn't help but grin. That was probably as close to a compliment as anyone got from Natasha Romanov.

"So, let's get to the big question. Why did you kidnap me?"

"I was following orders. We've been watching you for some time Mr. Kent, but we also knew that you wouldn't talk to any of us if we just showed up on your doorstep, so we had to wait until you were vulnerable."

"Then tell me Natasha, what is it that you want from me?"

"What we want Mr. Kent is for you to join S.H.I.E.L.D." A man said as he walked into the room. Clark had to hold back a smirk as he saw the man. He looked like Samuel L. Jackson with an eye patch.

"Thank you Agent Romanov, I'll handle it from here." He said, and she nodded before walking out, not giving Clark so much as a second glance.

"Well, you've made quite a name for yourself haven't you? Stopping a different meteor infected person almost every day and then running off to Metropolis where you proceed to screw over Morgan Edge."

"You seem to know a lot about me Mr..."

"Director actually. Director Fury." He replied, and Clark nodded.

"Okay Fury, now how about you answer a question for me. Why the hell would I join an organization that kidnapped me?"

"Because, if you don't things could get ugly. Someone might just start asking the wrong questions, and then who knows where your parents end up?"

"If you go anywhere near them, I promise you that I will kill you and bring everything you have built crashing down if it is the last thing I do." He replied coldly.

"Empty threat kid. We both know that as long as you're in those shackles you can't do anything to me. Now if you'll listen to my offer, maybe we can come to an agreement." He said, and Clark nodded in resignation. They both knew Fury was right. As long as he was exposed to kryptonite he couldn't do a thing; at least if he heard Fury out he may find a way out of his shackles.

"You've done a lot of good Mr. Kent. You've helped a lot of people with no real training. What I'd like to do is give you that training. I'd like to make you the hero that you can be."

"Don't bullshit me Fury. You want an Agent to follow your orders." Clark replied, and Fury smirked. The kid wasn't like everyone else. Most people would have accepted his offer at face value, but Clark obviously wasn't most people.

"Alright, you have a point. Yes, there are some times I'd like you to do some odd jobs for me. However, I would like to help you be a better hero Mr. Kent. You see, there's more to the world than just Smallville. There are threats that are a hundred times worse than what you've had to deal with, people that make your meteor infected look like a punk with a switchblade. Now I would like your help in dealing with those threats."

"Let's say for argument's sake, I lose all trace of sanity and agree to this. The way I see it, I don't need you you need me, so I would have a couple conditions."

"You do realize that your parents could-"

"Fury please stop with the threats. You know as well as I do that having me work under duress is not a smart move. You'd much rather I be willing to work with you." He replied, and Fury smiled again. The kid knew how to play the game, and he'd barely been playing it for half an hour. This may work out better than he thought.

"Alright Mr. Kent. What do you want?"

"First off, I want to see everything you know about me. I want to meet everyone who has access to that information. Then I want your word that my information stays private. The entire file gets redacted. I don't need someone on your pay roll selling out my secret to the highest bidder. Next, I want some sort of a cover story to explain all of this to my parents. They don't need to know that I'm working for the government. My dad would go ballistic. I want them protected without them realizing it. The same thing goes for Pete Ross and Chloe Sullivan. Also, Chloe dosen't get involved in S.H.I.E.L.D. or anything to do with the government or your people, officially or unofficialy."

"Now why would we be interested in a high school journalist?"

"Please stop with the stupid questions. If you've looked into me even half as much as I think you have you know that Chloe's a good hacker. She gets to keep her life. This is nonegotiable. Finally, I'm assuming that you're going to have me taught tradecraft? Fighting, spywork that sort of thing?"

"That will be part of your initial training yes. After you finish we'll focus on your powers, but first we need to teach you not to rely on them."

"Alright. Then I want Romanov. I know her reputation, and while I don't really trust anyone here wherever here is, I trust her the most."

"You expect me to give up my best agent for well over six months to teach you tradecraft?"

"If she's half as good as her reputation, it won't even be six months. Besides, if you want me to be the best, than I should learn from the best. I don't expect her to do this every day. I get that she has a job. So send on whatever missions you have to, and I'll take whatever time she cares to give me and learn. So tell me Director, Natasha, do we have a deal?" He asked, not even bothering to look towards the door as it opened admitting Fury's top agent.

"Well Agent Romanov, what do you think?" Fury asked as he turned to her. He could order her to train the kid, but it would be better if she did the job because she wanted to, and not because he ordered her to.

"I'll take the job. Just understand something Mr. Kent...this is not going to be fun, and if you ever give me anything less than your best you can forget about learning anything. Do we understand each other?"

"Perfectly, and please call me Clark. If we're going to be seeing a lot of each other I'd rather not be addressed like a mark."

"Fair enough. Now here's your first test. Get out of those restraints. You have one minute."

Clark ignored the pain of the restraints digging into his wrists and broke both his thumbs, feeling his hands sliding out of the cuffs, suddenly grateful for all the hours he had spent watching Chuck. Biting his lip to keep from cursing in pain he also broke both his ankles, freeing his legs and sending him falling to the floor. He felt his bones pop as his body healed, just before he rolled to his left barely avoiding a kick from Natasha.

"What the hell?"

"The first thing you have to learn is to not be complacent. Your opponents will not wait for your powers to kick in, they will not hesitate to strike when you are down. This is not some sort of a game like you're used to playing with your meteor freaks. The people you will be up against are dangerous, and will have no qualms about killing you. So strike first, strike fast and strike hard. Make sure they can't get up." She said, continuing to attack him as she spoke. Clark was managing to block or dodge her attacks, but it was a close thing. If it wasn't for his powers he would already have suffered broken bones at the very least, and death at the very worst. That's when her last words made sense to him.

"You're asking me to become a murderer." He asked as he lashed out with a kick towards her ead, which she ducked under with ease before responding with a punch of her own.

"No, and that's the first thing that you need to understand. Killing someone does not always make you a murderer. The world isn't so black and white as you would like to think."

"Oh no? Then what would you call it?"

"I call I doing what's necessary. Tell me, when I kill a terrorist does that make me a murderer?"

"No, you were just doing...what was necessary to stop him." He finished, feeling his legs swept out from under him before he fell on his back.

"Exactly. This isn't a game or a comic book where the hero can avoid killing Clark. This is a war. My job is to make you a soldier in that war, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. If you can't accept that, then there's no need for us to even start. I can't teach someone who is going to freeze up when things get ugly."

"Good thing I'm not going to freeze up then." He replied as he stood up, looking into Natasha's eyes. She held his gaze, seemingly searching for something as if she was trying to peer into his soul. Finally she nodded, and headed for the door.

"Are we done?" Clark asked in surprise, making Natasha laugh.

"No, we've only just begun. Now come on, I need to introduce you to a couple of people."

"Why?"

"You wanted to know who looked at your file yes?" She asked, and Clark nodded before following her out the door. They walked down the hallway, Clark resisting the urge to smirk as he saw the other agent's look away from them. It was obvious that Natasha's reputation was enough to ensure that no one bothered to give her a hard time, although Clark did notice some of the younger agent's checking her out when they thought she wasn't looking. He couldn't blame them. She really was beautiful. The thought made him grin slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" Natasha asked, and Clark laughed.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is supposed to have the best agents in the world, yet they make no attempt to hide the fact that they're checking you out." He replied, and she smiled. She saw some of the agents almost faint from shock, probably thinking that she wasn't capable of smiling. Natasha knew that she couldn't do it very often; she did have a reputation to maintain after all. However, Clark was so honest that she couldn't help it. It was refreshing to meet someone that could tell the truth after being surrounded by liars her entire life.

"I'm used to it." She replied, before leading him into a room. The doors instantly shut behind them, and Natasha looked on in silent approval as Clark scanned the room, obviously looking for possible threats.

"Do me a favor and step out of the shadows. Place the bow on the table." Clark said calmly.

"Dammit, how did you do that?" Clint Barton as he stepped out of the dark corner, placing his bow on the table.

"Trade secret." Clark replied simply.

"Clark, this is Clint Barton, goes by Hawkeye. Clint, this is Clark Kent our newest recruit, and my current assignment."

"Oh you got stuck with Tasha training you?" Clint asked, but Clark shook his head.

"No, I asked her to train me. She's the best Fury's got, and I intend to be the best." Clark replied, and Clint just shook his head.

"Good luck. Stop by if you survive, I'll buy you a drink. Oh, and don't worry about your file. Mum's the word." He said before walking out of the room. However, the door had barely shut before it opened again.

"You must be Clark Kent. I'm Phil Colson, it's a real pleasure to meet you. Good luck with training by the way."

"Everybody seems to be saying that." Clark replied, shaking hands with the man.

"Well, I hate to break this up, but I need to go. I've got a quick mission in Berlin tonight. Get some rest Clark, you're going to need it." She told him before walking out the door.

"Is she always like this?" Clark asked, and Colson shook his head.

"Only to the people she likes, so consider yourself lucky. The first time she met Barton she tried to kill him. Come on, I'll take you home." Colson said before leading him out of the room and down several hallways until they reached a garage.

"A red convertible?" Clark asked, but Colson just grinned and gestured for the young man to get in.

"Don't underestimate Lola." He replied, making Clark raise his eyebrow in response. Colson's comment made a lot more sense in the next moment as 'Lola' lifted off the ground and began to hover in the air. The door in front of them opened and Clark gasped as they flew out of the hanger and into the air.

"Colson, where were we?"

"Oh, that's the Helicarrier. It's our moving base."

"And is this..."

"New York? Why yes it is." Colson replied, grinning at the look of wonder that came over the young man's face as he gazed out on the New York City skyline.

"Tell me, does the new job come with my own Lola?" Clark asked, and Phil laughed but shook his head.

"Sorry, not just yet. Tell you what, survive training with Romanov and I'll see what I can do."

The rest of the ride was spent mostly in silence. Clark had a million questions, but decided not to ask. Instead he would just wait, and hopefully get them answered in time.

"You look like you've got more questions than someone on their first day of school. What's on your mind Clark?" Colson asked as they came within sight of the Kent farm.

"I've got a million questions, but I don't want to keep you here too long."

"Then what's the one that you want to know right now?" Colson asked. Clark was silent for a minute, not speaking until after Lola had touched down just outside the boundaries of the Kent farm.

"Can I trust Fury?" He finally asked.

"You can trust him to do the right thing." Colson finally said, and Clark nodded.

"Thanks for the ride." He said as he got out, and the older man smiled.

"If you've got anymore questions give me a call. I'm speed dial seven." He said, handing Clark a cellphone.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Any advice for how to deal with all this?"

"Remember that you have a chance to be a part of something bigger than yourself."

Clark nodded, and turned toward the house, reflecting on how much his life had changed. Not twenty-four hours ago he had been in a bar in Metropolis, and now he was joining S.H.I.E.L.D. He shook his head as he headed inside; one thing was for sure, his life was never dull.

Clark's eyes flew open and he rolled off of his bed, landing in a crouch a moment later a knife already in his hand.

"Better. Not perfect, but better." Natasha acknoweleged from where she stood just inside his room. It had been two weeks since Clark had gotten back from being captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., and true to his word Fury had taken care of his cover. He had been accepted into a private school in Metropolis, or so his parents thought. His father had been against it of course, but after talking with Colson(who he thought was the school principal) and hearing Martha and Clark go on about it he had agreed to let him go. Clark spent Monday through Friday in school while Saturday and Sunday were spent at home. However, just because he was at home didn't stop Natasha from insisting that he continue his training as evidenced by her once again showing up in his bedroom well before dawn. If Clark's parents ever caught her in his room, they would undoubtoubly think it was because they were lovers, the thought almost making Clark laugh out loud. While Natasha was cordial, even borderline friendly with him at times, Clark had no illusions about it becoming anything more. In the short time that he had gotten to know her Clark knew one thing with absolute certainty. He was not Natasha Romanov's type. She was a super spy who was about to kick him in the face if he didn't get his head out of the clouds. He quickly caught her leg and threw her out the window, knowing that she could catch herself before jumping down after her.

"What did I tell you about getting distracted?" She said, and Clark didn't even bother responding. Instead he just charged, knife in hand, the only thought in his mind to put Natasha on the ground. Ten minutes later it became apparent that at least for now, that would have to remain just a thought.

"You telegraphed that last punch."

Clark just nodded, accepting her words. He had learned early on to accept her words as truth whether he believed them to be true or not. One because she was always right, and two because he knew that the last thing he wanted to do was make her upset. That would make his life ten times worse.

"Tell me something. What happened to you?" She asked, and he raised an eyebrow in question

"How do you go from getting drugged by me to demanding things from Fury?"

"Honestly, it was all brovado and that ring. The red ring takes away my inhibitions, makes me an ass. Usually I would never have accepted a drink from someone I just met. As for Fury, well it was an act. Everything but when he threatened my parents was me acting like I was a total badass."

"So you were just blowing smoke?" She asked and he nodded.

"Pretty much,. It wasn't that hard. After all, I've acted like a normal farmboy my whole life. But to be honest with you I was scared out of my mind. I still am. But make no mistake Natasha...anything happens to my family or to Chloe and I will burn S.H.I.E.L.D. to the ground."

"That's what you need to think."

"Excuse me?"

"Whether you realize it or not, there is a part of you that is holding back. That's why you're telegraphing your punches. From now on I want you to think about what you would do if your parents or Chloe were in danger. I want you to make me believe that you would kill me if I hurt them."

He didn't say a word, but she could see the shift in his body language. His jaw tightened, his eyes grew as cold as a Russian winter, and then he charged. He stuck hard and fast, forcing her on the defensive, not letting up for an instant. Against all odds, the Black Widow found herself on her back, Clark's knife pressed up against her throat.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." She said as she stood up.

"Now do it again." She told him, and Clark just charged.

"Where is she?"

Colson barely looked up from his coffee as Clark walked into his office on the Helicarrier, not even bothering to knock.

"Away on assignment. Why are Fury's drills becoming too simple?" He asked, and Clark chuckled but shook his head.

True to his word, the irector had designed several programs to help Clark learn to control his gifts. They had tested his strength and speed, heat vision, and x-ray vision all of which seemed to be growing stronger by the day. None of Fury's drills were ever the same, and Clark suspected that more than once the man had actually sent Clark on a couple of missions, but he decided not to say anything. He would be going on missions for Fury soon enough so what did it matter if he started a little early? His training with Natasha had also progressed rapidly over the last three months, and while Clark was glad that he was improving, he was also mildly upset as he knew that his lessons would be coming to an end. Natasha had become the closest thing to a friend he had within SHIELD and he didn't want that to end. That thought brought him back to the reason he had barged into Colson's office on a cold Monday morning.

"Colson, I need you to be straight with me. Natasha told me that this op would last a couple days, a week at the most. It's been three so tell me, is she okay?"

"That's classified."

"Cut the crap Colson. It's a simple yes or no question. Is she okay?"

"We don't know. She went dark a week ago, which in and of itself wouldn't be an issue. However, the fact that her last transmission said that she was close to completing her objective means that it's likely she got captured."

"There's no extraction team." Clark said, and Colson shook his head. Clark knew there wouldn't be, the Black Widow was Fury's best after all. However, Clark shouldn't shake the nagging feeling that she was in trouble, trouble that even Natasha Romanoff may have difficulty getting out of. He knew that what he was going to say next could result in more trouble for him, but he didn't care. He needed to know that she was okay.

"Tell me where she was headed. Now."

"Clark-"

"Colson please. I owe her. I promise that I won't do anything unless I have to, but I need to know."

"Budapest. She's in Budapest. I'll send the codes for her GPS tracker to your phone. But understand that you're on your own after that."

"I do, and Colson...thank you."

The man just nodded before watching Clark disappear in a blur. A moment later he pulled up a video-monitor.

"It's done."

"Good. Now we'll see if he has what it takes."

"Director, you do understand what will happen when he discovers what we've done."

"I hope that he'll see it was necessary. If not, well we have contingency's for a reason."

Colson nodded, and shut the monitor off, shaking his head as he thought of the young man's reaction when he found out what they had done.

Clark walked silently down the stairs, keeping his hand on the weapon at his hip. He had arrived in Budapest a couple moments ago and had quickly tracked Natasha's signal to an old wharehouse. He had killed the two guards at the main entrance and had just done the same to the one at the top of the stairs, sliding his knife across the man's throat. He knew it was harsh, and he didn't enjoy it, but he also knew that it needed to be done. If they had compatriots somewhere else he couldn't take the risk that they would wake up. He used his x-ray vision to peer through the solid oak door in front of him, feeling hiis anger grow at what he saw. Natasha was tied to a wall, her catsuit torn with blood coming from cuts along her abdomen. There were bruises along her arms and her left eye was black. All in all it wasn't a pretty sight.

"You're going to talk eventually you know? Everyone does." A man's voice said. Natasha said nothing, even when he slapped her across the face drawing blood.

"Boss, I don't think-"

"I don't pay you to think! Now shut up or get out! Actually get out, I can handle her."

That was all Clark needed to know. He had just confirmed that there were only two guards, so there was no need to wait any longer. He kicked the door in, pulling his gun and shooting the second man in the head before walking over to his boss and pistol-whipping him across the face, knocking him unconscious. The entire thing had taken less than fifteen seconds.

He quickly walked over to Natasha and freed her from her restraints.

"What are you doing here Clark?" She asked once she had gotten her blood flowing again.

"It's been three weeks. I had a bad feeling about this and when Colson said you had gine dark, but your assignment was almost up I knew something was wrong."

"Colson told you I had gone dark?" She asked, and he nodded, wondering what she was getting at.

"Fury was testing you."

"What?"

"I never went dark. Fury must have arranged for my cover to get blown, knowing that you would want to know where I was."

"You don't seem too upset about it." Clark replied, trying to keep his own anger in check. Part of him wanted to go and wring the Director's neck, but he also knew that it wouldn't do any good in the long run.

"I'm not surprised is all. That's the way this world works, everyone's expendable. Besides, this is nothing compared to some of my other missions."

Clark just nodded his head once before handing Natasha his backup piece.

"Is your mission over?" He asked. Natasha didn't answer, just turned to the unconscious man on the floor and shot him in the head.

"Now it is."

"There's no extraction team and I didn't bring transport. So we can either find some form of transport or I can run us out of here. Your choice."

Natasha smiled, appreciating his professionalism as well as his courtesy. She hated accepting help unless she needed it, and Clark knew it. However, she also knew that it would be smarter to leave before attracting undue attention.

"Let's run." She replied, and he nodded picking her up and racing out of the wharehouse, coming to a stop a moment later. He set her down and the two walked into the Helicarrier, Natasha quickly walking towards her quarters after telling Clark that she would be by his house that night. He just nodded, figuring that they would need to make up on the training they had missed, and he was also sure that Natasha wouldn't let a few wounds slow her down.

"So I see you were succesful."

"Yes sir, the mission was taken care of." He replied, turning to Fury.

"And Agent Romanoff?"

"She's fine. A few cuts and bruises but otherwise fine." He replied, keeping his voice even.

"Good." Fury said, before turning to walk away.

"Director." Clark called, making Fury turn.

"Something to keep in mind. It's hard for people to follow orders when they can't trust their commanding officer to have their back."

With that Clark sped away, leaving Fury shaking his head.

"Are you going to stand there all night or come inside?" Clark asked from where he stood inside his room, smiling as he saw Natasha come in through the window.

"Good, you haven't slacked off."

"And risk seeing you angry? Not likely." He replied, and she laughed softly.

"In all seriousness Clark, you've done well. I know I was a hard taskmaster, but you took everything I threw at you and never once complained. I would work with you in a heartbeat."

"What are you saying Natasha?"

"I'm saying that your time as my student is over. There's nothing further that I can teach you."

"You're not saying that because of Budapest are you?"

"Yes and no. I have taught you all that I can. Budapest merely proved that you can implement what I've taught you. I was going to give you a test after I got back, but now I see that it isn't necessary. As far as I'm concerned, you've earned this." She said, pulling a box from her pocket. She opened it and handed Clark a badge.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Kent."

"Are you allowed to give me this?" He asked, and she grinned.

"I talked to Fury and he agreed. You'll get your first assignment tomorrow. The badge will give you clearance level six. Fury was hesitant, but I told him you had earned it."

"You stuck your neck out for me." He said and she shook her head.

"No, I gave you what you earned. I have tried training recruits before and no one lasted more than a week. Now smile and say thank you before I put you on your ass." She told him and he laughed.

"Thank you Natasha. For everything."

"You're welcome." She replied before suddenly turning serious.

"Clark, what I am about to tell you is classified-"

"Then you don't have to tell me." He interrupted but she shook her head.

"You deserve to know. Besides, you saved my life and to a Russian that's a debt that can never be repaid."

"You taught me everything I know, and you're my friend Natasha. What debt is there between friends?" He asked, and she smiled, once again amazed by his honesty. Most men would take advantage of a debt owed but not Clark. To him it was just the right thing to do.

"Thank you. Regardless of whether you want to acknoweledge a debt or not, I promise that I'll always have your back. Now you deserve to know everything."

"What do you mean?" He asked, and she sighed.

"I mean you've been lied to. We know that you're not just powerful Clark. We know that-"

"I'm an alien." He finished and she nodded once in response.

"You must think that I'm some kind of freak." He said, but she shook her head.

"No, I think you're a good man, and a friend. Besides, you're not the only one with a strange past. Tell me, how old do I look to you?"

"Twenty-two, twenty-three at the most. Why?" He asked, and she chuckled at the look on his face.

"Because technically I'm 92. I was born on November 23, 1921. When I was five I was selected to be taken and trained by the KGB. They designed a serum similar to the one that was created for Captain America and when I was nineteen I was given it and then placed into stasis. When I woke up I became an assasin for hire until SHIELD found me. So while I guess I may physically be twenty-three biologically I'm 92. So trust me, you being an alien is not that strange."

Clark just nodded, not saying a word. None were needed as they both understood the significance of what Natasha had just told him, the trust that she was giving him.

"I should let you rest. Fury wants you there by eight." She said, and he nodded. She smiled before embracing him and then walking away without a word, leaving Clark standing there dumbstruck.

"Good, you're on time." Director Fury said as Clark walked into his office, seeing Colson, a pair of scientist's and a female agent that he had never met standing there.

"Agent Kent, meet Agent May and Doctor's Fitz and Simmon's. You already know Agent Colson." He said, and Clark nodded to each of them.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic was a pain." A man said as he walked into the room.

"Be on time from now on Agent Ward. Agent Grant Ward, Agent Clark Kent. I assume you already know Agent's May and Colson and Dr's Fitz and Simmons."

"Yes sir." He said before muttering something under his breath making Clark chuckle.

"Something funny Agent Kent?" Fury asked, and Clark shook his head.

"No sir, it's just Agent Ward must have a death wish. Referring to the Black Widow as eye-candy is a sure way to get injured." He said, and the others smirked while Ward's eyes widened.

"Colson, I think you can take it from here.: Fury said, and Colson nodded as Fury left his office.

"You are all here because you are my team. We will be looking into things that have yet to be classified or are just strange. Not unlike Smallville." He said, and Clark nodded in understanding.

"Now let's go. The Bus is set to leave in an hour. Ward, May, make sure everything's up and running. Fitz, Simmon's double check your inventory. Clark, you're with me. We have a stop to make."

"Where are we going Colson?" Clark asked, and Colson laughed, but didn't say anything. He just led Clark down to a hanger bay where a black plane and Lola waited. Beside Lola was a black convertible.

"That's the Bus." He said, pointing to the plane.

"You don't say."

"And this is yours. I told you if you survived I'd see what I could do." He told him, leading Clark to the black convertible.

"Just remember that nobody touches your car." He said as they got in.

"You're right. Nobody touches Tasha." He said, and Colson nodded. It was fitting in a way, Clark naming his car after the woman who had trained him to be an Agent.

"We've still got one more stop to make." Colson said, and Clark raised his eyebrow.

"Fury agreed that since we could be away for long periods your parents could be informed. So now we're off to Smallville."

Clark just stared at Colson for a moment before he shook his head.

"Dad's gonna kill me."

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Please read and review and the next chapter will be up soon!