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If Clark could describe this night in one word it would be 'cliché', it was dark, wet and cold. The moon was full as it shined down from the sky, heavy drops of rain splashed down from the clouds and onto the ground of the dirty, rodent infested streets of Manhattan. The Neiborhood itself was rundown, crime ridden and it was definitely not the type of place you want to raise a child. It was times like this Clark was so grateful for the childhood he was given.
Even though that childhood ended around twenty years ago, he was still aloud to be happy and thankful when he thought about it. Hell, he was twenty-eight now. And he's changed a lot since he left the farm, true he's only been gone for about a year and a half. It just didn't feel right to stay there now that he's old enough to take care of himself.
As he walked down the streets, he placed his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a pair of brown boots, jeans, a blue t-shirt, grey hoodie and a dark brown leather jacket. His hood was up to help keep his head dry from the rain, he wasn't doing anything specific. Just talking to this info broker was mentioned something big was going on up north, he didn't take it seriously until he also mentioned that the U.S army had taken an interest as well. Deciding he didn't have much to lose he started heading in that direction, well that was the plan at least.
"AAAHHH!" he stopped. It took him one millisecond to realize what that sound was and even less to know where it was coming from. Turning his head down a dark alley that was even more dirty then the street, he saw a man that at one glance he could tell he was drunk. He was looking down at something that was hiding behind a large green dumpster. Clark turned his body and started to walk down the alley.
"Shut up, you mutant bitch" the man sneered as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pistol.
That was when Clark acted, the rain stopped falling from the sky and hung in place before hitting the ground. In the span of the second, Clark's flat hand extended from his body and collided the side of the man's body. Something as dense as Clark's hand moving at the speed it was moving hitting something as soft and frail as a normal human man, the results were not the best in favor of the drunk. He went failing through the air and Clark didn't even need to feel his ribs breaking from the impact, he could hear them snapping. He flew through the air and hit a small metal fence further down, he hit the ground with a thud before groaning, drifting off into unconsciousness.
Once Clark knew for certain that he was out of the picture he turned to look at what he was seeing and his hearts stopped. He looked down at a site that just broke him leaning against the dumpster with arms and legs tightened up together in a ball was a very small, very young and very dirty little girl. Clark took a step towards her but as soon as he did, the girl screamed a little and tried to move back up only to end pushing against the wall even more "hey, hey, hey it's ok" Clark said in a calm gentle voice as he lowered himself down to her level "I'm not gonna hurt you"
The girl didn't seem to be listening to him and continued to shake in fear at what he was doing. Clark didn't know what to do, he's never worked with kids before, he's just going to have to wing it. Because he knew that no matter what he couldn't leave her, she was so wet her clothes where practically see through, they were full of small tares and holes making it easy to see the buries and cuts all over her body and she was so dirty that he couldn't tell whether or not her hair was blonde or brown.
Getting ready for a long night because as he said to himself, he wasn't leaving her. Leaning over and pushing himself against the wall right next to her, he gently reached over and wrapped an arm around her, doing his best to ignore her shaking and just trying to keep her warm. Noticing that she slowly started to stop shaking though he could tell that she was still crying heavily, he reached over with his other arm and held her in the most loving embrace he could give "I want you to listen to what I'm about to say, I don't know what happened to you but I promise, cross my heart, I'm not gonna leave you until I know you're safe" he said gently.
Very slowly the girl stopped shaking and just as slowly lifted her head up from her knees. When Clark was able to see her face, a question he was asking himself was answered. Her eyes, they weren't like a normal person. In fact, they were similar to that of a lizard, a crocodile or a snake. They were a bright yellow color and if Clark wasn't mistaken, they seemed to be glowing slightly. Despite the surprise he felt when he saw her eyes, the expression on his face didn't change, it was a very caring and loving smile.
The tears began to fall even more from her eyes as she completely broke down, she flung herself around Clark who held her in a tight embrace. Clark felt the wet drops of tears drip against his neck as she cried into him. Deciding that, staying in that dirty alley wasn't the best thing for either of them. Moving his arms, he held her from the top of her back and moved his other just around the middle of her rear, using his arms to hold her tight he gently lifted her off the ground "it's ok, I got you" he whispered to her as she continued to cry into him.
Getting back into the street he started to head to his original destination, after another minute or two of walking he stopped. Turning to the edge of the road he looked at his own mode of transportation, a Yamaha MT-10 SP. Looking at that motorcycle brought back good memories. Remembering his current situation and that he needed to warm her up, moving over to the side of the motorcycle he pulled her off of him and placed her down on bikes seat.
Without wasting time, he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the ground without a care "wha... what are you doing?" the girl asked as she grabbed her arms and started to warm herself up but was doing a bad job of it.
"well, your soaking wet and need to get warm" he explained before grabbing his hoodie and lifted it up over his head "arms" he said as he opened it up for her, she lifted her arms up into the air allowing Clark to place it on her. Of course, it was too big for her so the bottom of it reached to her knee caps and her arms only made it to the elbow parts of the sleeve. He gave her a small smile before reaching behind her head and pulling the hood up over her head "that better?" he asked. The girl took a moment before nodding at him with a little smile of her own "what's your name?" he asked.
The girl looked to the ground for moment before answering "Sarah" she answered.
Clark smiled at her before turning his head and picking up his jacket not caring how wet it was "well, I'm Clark. How old are you? Six, Seven?"
Sarah frowned slightly "I'm seven and a half" she said hotly. Clark couldn't help but smile at her words, at least she still had that child quality. Now that he thought about it, why was that even a thing?
He raised his hands defensively at her "Ok" he said calmly with a smile "well, I'm twenty-eight " he told her. He continued to smile at her for a moment before he looked down to the ground briefly, trying to find the courage he would need to ask the hard question. He looked back up to meet her eyes "Sarah, can you tell me why you were in that alleyway?" he asked.
Sarah crossed her arms tugging on her sleeves trying to warm herself but Clark could tell that she was uncomfortable "because…... I'm a mutant bitch" she answered.
Clark was a smart person, and from that one sentence he learnt several things about her and the situation she was in. One, based on how calm her voice was, he learnt that she's heard those words said about her before and often. Two, with how she frowned and hesitated at the question, he learnt that she didn't really know what that sentence meant. Three, considering that's what that man called her before he intervened, he learnt that the man was most likely her father.
"Sarah" he said with a soft voice "I want you to listen to me very carefully. No matter what anyone says to you. You are not that. And you will never be that. Do you have a family? someone who can take care of you?" he asked wanted to get her out of the rain as soon as possible. Sarah slowly looked down as her eyes began to water, he winced internally knowing that he cut a nerve and that he did it painfully "hey hey hey" he said quickly as he reached up and wrapped her in a loving embrace. They stayed like that for a good few minutes, just letting the rain drops fall over them "listen, I don't know what happened to you but if you don't have anywhere else to go then I would like to take you somewhere" he informed.
Slowly she started to life her head off of him "yo... you promise?" she asked in-between sobs.
Clark gave her a sad smile down at her "I promise. Come on" he said before climbing on the bike behind her and started the engine.
Kent Farm: 13 years ago
Clark stood calmly with a raised hand as he watched the rented car drive away. Lifting his hand, he waved in a goodbye fashion seeing the head of Skye in the back seat waving back at him. It sounded odd to say but he was really going to miss her, like he said it was odd, mainly due to her only being here for a day and a half. Though the two spent most of the time together in the barn, doing something Clark... well saying he really enjoyed was an understatement.
He didn't speak to his parents much, just a passing glance or a 'yes' & 'no' answer to the questions they asked. True, they did try and talk to him but that was difficult when, one he didn't want to talk and two they couldn't really get into a deep conversation with him due to the guests that were staying with them. Despite it not being the best idea Martha and Johnathan didn't feel right leaving these people out in the cold so they offered their guests a place to sleep until they had some plan about what they should do next. Dave and Sarah where very thankful for the generosity of the farming couple, and when they finally met Clark. They swarmed him in thanks, hugs, handshakes and praises', Clark was ok with that because thankfully they didn't bring up any questions about how he did what he did.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head and saw his dad standing by his side with a weird smile on his face "you've got good taste in woman son" Clark rolled his eyes and sighed turning to face the car again before it drove off the dirty driveway and out onto the main road, a few seconds later it passed his field of view behind the large farm crops "come on, let's talk" he said giving him a slight nudge over towards the truck.
Not that he could really be moved with a simple nudge, but Clark went along with it anyway, moving in the direction his dad wanted him to go. Without waiting for a question Clark moved over to the back of it and sat on the end of it "dad, I just wanted to help" he said before the lecture could start.
"I know Clark, I know" his dad said solemnly "but we talked about this. Right, we talked about this... Clark you have to keep this side of yourself a secret" he spoke in a pleading voice.
That. That is what pissed him off so much, after everything he's done and how many times, he's done it. It's always the same talk, sighing he turned to face him "what was I supposed to do?" he asked with an anger in his voice "just let them die"
Johnathan looked to the ground in shame "maybe" he whispered. His eyebrows shot up at that, did his dad really just say he should stand by and let people in front of him die "there's more at stake here then just our lives Clark, the lives of those around us. When the world... the world finds out what you can do it's gonna change everything. Are beliefs our notions our... what it means to be human, everything" he walked around the truck and sat next to him "you've seen how everyone treats you when you help people. They haven't even seen you do any of the things you can do, but it's the idea that your different is what makes everyone want to avoid you" he said not failing to notice the water piling up in Clarks eyes.
"why?" he asked with a small sob in his voice.
"because they're human" he said calmly "and humans are afraid of what they don't understand" he did his best to explain.
"no" Clark shook his head "why am I like this? why am I not like everyone else?" he asked sounding like he was pleading.
Johnathan pulled his head back and tucked his lips back into his mouth, a clear sign of someone in deep thought "come on" he said after a long pause "I want to show you something" he stood up and tapped Clark on the shoulder before heading for the barn.
Clark held a face of disappointment as he stood behind his father, watching with little interest as his dad pulled on a chain that led to the storm cellar, a pair of large double doors opened slowly with each pull revealing a place he's never been in before, he didn't know why. Now that he thought about it, he's rarely brought it up but when he did either his mother or father quickly dismissed him. Looking down into the dark basement he saw something, something large hiding beneath a grey tarp.
Without a word his dad went down a short ladder and stepped on the floor beneath the ground, turning back to face him his nodded his head backwards. Getting the message Clark took a step forward but unlike his dad he simply stepped off the edge and landed on the ground with a thud. Johnathan turned and looked at his son one for time before turning back to the tarp, reaching up he gave it a tug and the tarp fell down reviling... Clark didn't even know what to call it. Some weird... engine? Piece of modern art? But he wasn't even close "we found you in this" he said solemnly.
There was a moment of silence between the two as he tried to understand what that statement meant, Clark didn't say anything as he slowly walked around the side of the...ship? Until he landed in the front of it, it was then that he saw it. The large symbol that looked like an 'S' all he did was stare at it while is dad continued to speak "we were driving back from the doctors, that was when they told us that we weren't able to have children..." he started.
15 Years Ago
The heavy rain drops landed everywhere they could see almost blocking their view of the road. The moon shined in the night sky but was obscured by the black clouds that dominated the sky. Johnathan had a calm expiration but anyone who knew him could tell that he held a face of depression, he tried his best to distract himself from the recent news that devested him. Both of them. The only thing he could hear apart from the rain drops was a sniffle that would happen every few minutes.
Turning his head to right he saw a sight that truly broke his heart. It was his wife, looking out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks with no sign of stopping. Not that he could blame her, it wasn't every day you're told that you'll never get the one thing you've wanted for so long and that was exactly what just happened. It wasn't a secret that he and Martha have been trying for a child for nearly a year now but nothing's happened, as anyone would Martha got worried and wanted to see a doctor to make sure nothing was wrong.
But it was wrong. Of course, there was something wrong and it wasn't something as simple as one of them being unable to have kids but both of them had something wrong. Johnathan had low mobility and Martha had an inhospitable environment, in simple terms his guys wouldn't get off their sofas and her uterus is designed to kill the ones that do. In all honesty he didn't know how long he's been driving, looking out the window himself he could see that he was driving very slowly.
"it's gonna be ok" he said gently as he placed a hand on her thigh. She didn't answer, didn't say anything for a solid few minutes "I know this is the complete opposite of what we wanted but it's not the end of the world. Look on the bright side" he was really just trying anything to make her feel better.
"what bright side?" she asked turning to face him, eyes turning into little water falls of tears "is there a bright side? Cause if there is, I really need to know what it is" she brought her hand to her mouth and broke down completely.
"we can still have a child sweaty" he spoke which did seem to get a reaction out of her which didn't involve tears "it just won't be ours"
"you... you mean like adopting?" she asked turning to face him the tears just drying up a little bit.
"there are a lot of children that need a home, a family. We can give him or her that" Martha didn't answer at first and Johnathan let her think about what he said. After all it wasn't something to rush into, having a baby and adopting one were to very different things.
He turned the truck and headed up the drive way to the house, wet mud getting shot up into the air by the tires. Just as Martha turned to face him the ground itself began shake, shaking the truck in the process "is this an earthquake?" she asked surprisingly calm about what was happening. No doubt due to knowing that there's nothing that can fall on them and the odds of the ground opening up and swallowing them.
"I have no idea" he stopping the truck and stepping out. He looked around to see if any lasting damage was being caused to the house or barn.
"JOHNATHAN!" Martha shouted as she stepped out of the truck herself, turning to face her he saw that she was pointing up into the sky. Following her finger, he saw a flaming ball of fire shooting towards them.
"GET DOWN" he yelled before running around the truck and tackling Martha to the ground, not caring for how wet or muddy they were getting Johnathan used his entire body to cover hers, trying to protect her from what he knew was coming. There was a bang louder than anything he's ever felt in the army and when he heard that it was as if he and Martha where knocked off the ground, launched a few feet into the air before falling back down. Not getting up due to knowing what else was coming, there was a powerful gust of wind that blasted them away from the car and nearly into the corn field, the windows of the truck and house shattered.
Taking a moment to collect himself he stood up and looked around, he couldn't help but sigh at the damage. Replacing the windows was going to take a chunk out of his wallet. Looking down he reached and helped Martha stand up "what was that?" she asked trying to clean herself up and doing a bad job at that.
"I don't know" he said looking off into one of the fields to see a large burning ball of fire "stay here sweaty" he before heading over there to make sure the fire wasn't going to spread to everything else.
It only took one or two minutes to reach whatever the hell hit the ground. But when he got there, he froze, whatever hit the ground, it was big silver and it had had what looked like thrusters "Johnathan" Martha said from behind him.
He was about to tell her to get back before a loud mechanical hiss came from whatever the hell this thing was and several panels that made up a large 'S' like symbol began to open up. Johnathan took a step back from this thing and Martha followed his action and took one back too. Once the panels stopped moving a small piece of metal began to show itself, like a shelve on hinges. It broke away from the larger device and just hovered steady in the air.
Taking a closer look, he could see something that resembled a blanket just sitting there "Martha, call the po 'AAAAAAAAHHHHHH'" Johnathan started but was interrupted.
He didn't even want to think about what that sounded like 'AAAAAAAAHHHHHH' it came again. Knowing that this was a stupid thing to do he took a step forward towards the blanket, the sound of crying getting louder and louder as he did. Now standing directly over the hovering... thing. Slowly reaching out a hand he grabbed the edges of the blanket and pulled it back. He froze not knowing what to think at the sight.
"Johnathan, what is it?" Martha asked.
'AAAAAAAHHHHHH' it cried again, that was when whatever prenatal instincts he had took over. He reached down and picked up the child, the crying stopped the second he cradled it against his chest. Taking a step back from the... ship? He guessed he continued to look down at the child who was looking up at him with bright blue eyes. Finally turning around, he faced Martha who had just seen what was in his arms. Her eyes looked up from the child and then to him, then back to the child and up to him again.
Present Day
Clark just stood there for a moment, starring at the ship. Trying to process everything he just heard his dad say, this... this changes everything he ever thought about himself. He almost didn't hear his dad continue "we were sure the government was going to show up at our doorstep but no one ever came"
Hearing some shuffling behind him, Clark turned his head to see him pull something about of a small container "this was in the that seat with you, took it to a metallurgist in Kansas state, he said that whatever it was made from didn't even exist on the periodic table" he looked closely at the small object his dad held, it looked like a small metalic rod with an 'S' engraved at the end of it "it's another way of saying that it's not of this world Clark. And neither are you. You're the answer son. You're the answer to, are we along in the universe?"
Clark felt his eyes began to water at the information he was hearing "I don't want to be" he choked.
"I don't blame you son" Johnathan added "It would be a huge burden for anyone to bare but you're not just anyone Clark and I have to believe that you were sent here for a reason. All these changes that you're going through, one day you're going to think of them as a blessing and when that day comes, you're going to have to make a choice, a choice if you are to stand proud in front of the human race or to not"
The water from Clarks eyes began to flow freely as he could practically feel that weight being placed on his shoulders "can't I just keep pretending I'm your son?" he asked.
"you are my son" that was when Johnathan's eyes started to water as well, he reached out and pulled him into a loving embrace "But somewhere out there you have another father too who gave you another name and he sent you here for a reason Clark. And even if it takes you the rest of your life you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is" he said pulling away from him.
Clark didn't even notice him leave, he just stood there numb looking at the ship. Clark didn't know how long he stood there, he just let his brain work out all the different ways this could be made up or how it's all a lie. Within a second, he went over at least a thousand different scenarios but none of them made sense. Too many loop holes, too many ways they would have been found out. Even if they had this thing before they had him and it was just some weird piece of art, he looked through it and could see so many wires, circuits and so many pieces of tech that was unrecognizable but also worked, this was ground breaking technology that nobody could fake.
It was true, he was... he was an... an alien. He felt like he wanted to throw up everything he's ever eaten and then do it again. He placed his hands on his knees, hunched over and started to take some deep breaths trying to stop himself from having a panic attack. What was he gonna do? How can he deal with this? Turning his head, he turned to the small box his dad pulled the... thing out of.
Walking over towards it with shaking legs, he slowly reached up and grabbed the box before putting his hand inside and pulling out the small device that he was shown. Taking a closer look at it trying to find out anything but he didn't, even with his eyes he could see a thing. He couldn't see any wires or tech, nothing. Nothing but an 'S' symbol on it. Despite having no reason to, Clark couldn't help but feel a connection to it, he gripped the device in his hands before walking towards the ladder.
Taking one final look at the ship, he closed his eyes and sighed before grabbing the large tarp, with a small toss he covered the whole ship with it. Turning to leave the cellar, he tried to clear his head as best he could even though he was failing miserably.
The Triskelion
Nick Fury stood in the small dark room on a small panel in front of four elevated screens, this was not the part of the job he liked. The world security council where the one governing body the Shield answered too, while he was happy that this organization had some over sight, being director, he knew that Shield had way too much power to not have the people in charge of it. Well not the people, by people the people selected to be put in power.
What he didn't like was that they without fail disagreed with him and did everything within their power to make his life harder, like right now for instance. Since the incident in Kansas a few days ago, an investigation was put in place to find out everything they could about one Clark Joeseph Kent. To say it was interesting was an understatement and Fury was starting to get very suspicious, to start everything off he's adopted and upon further investigation they knew nothing about where he came from. True he was adopted by a farming couple called Martha and Johnathan Kent, a former nurse and navy seal, Interesting combination. But nothing before that, no birth parents or hospital records, nothing.
Throughout his life Clark has been in one incident after another, stopping a robbery, pulling someone from a burning building, the list just went on and on. While it was true something like that in someone's file isn't unheard off, it's the stuff that interested Fury the most was everything else in Clarks file. He's been described by everyone from teachers and children in his school as an odd ball. The first incident was when Clark was around eight, the report was put in place by his teacher as a recommendation to see a therapist. Apparently in the middle of class Clark started the cover his ears and scream, screamed so loudly that the windows in the classroom shattered. Once everyone recovered from the scream Clark was found in a cupboard in the other side of the school, the interesting thing is that when they finally got him out of it, the inside door handle had been melted.
Then there was his IQ, to say he's gifted was an understatement. He's a few IQ points higher than Tony Stark was when he was the same age. He'd been interviewed by a lot of colleges and universities about scholarships, the funny thing is according to the records he's never even called them back or shown any interest in going. Weirdly enough it didn't stop there, according to his records he hasn't had a single sick day. Not one. Not a single doctor's appointment, day sneaking off school. Absolutely nothing to indicate he's been physically sick in his life. The more someone looked at his file the more and more weird it got.
Not to mention the latest in his recently updated file was the situation that involved someone it really shouldn't have. Skye, a girl with a more classified file then some level seven agents. The first person who became an 084, that was something that really put him on edge. Did that meet by accident? Or where they planning something?
"and what is the status of the enhanced investigation" Councilwoman Hawley as she looked down to a small pile of paper work on her desk.
"we're looking into the possible enhanced now" he said with a voice of professionalism "from what we've been able to piece together so far, all we need to do is see him use whatever abilities he may have in order to get confirmation"
"and how do you intend to get visual evidence of any possible abilities he may have" Councilman Singh asked.
"a test" Fury said in a calm voice "we'll set a scenario where someone is in danger..."
"can we be certain that he would intervene for someone he doesn't know" Councilman Rockwell asked interrupting him.
Fury closed his eyes and briefly sighed before getting control on his emotions remembering who the boss is "every piece of evidence we've been able to get on the kid says that he'll help anyone who needs it. But just to be safe we'll involve someone from his school, someone he's close with"
They all seemed to look down and write something "and if he is proven to be enhanced, we want a capture and contain unit ready to detain him immediately" Councilman Yen said.
Fury kept a calm expression but to anyone who knew him, they could tell that he didn't like that in the slightest "Sir, I don't feel that would be necessary..."
"we cannot allow a threat like this to go unchecked" Councilman Rockwell said interrupting him.
"I'm not saying we let it go unchecked. I'm saying we don't go in guns blazing on someone who might very well be the first real candidate we have for the Avengers Initiative" Fury did everything he could not to mention his experience with Danvers who gave him the idea of the initiative in the first place.
"the Avengers Initiative was shut down last year director" Councilwoman Hawleysaid thinking she was reminding him but of course he remembered.
"I am well aware that it was shut down, just like I am also aware that it was shut down because we couldn't find candidate's to be part of the initiative. Until now. If we can prove he is enhanced and is helping people, he would be an idle candidate" he explained.
"even if we were to entertain the idea of this... Mr. Kent being a part of the Avengers Initiative, which we are not. What makes you think this fifth-teen year old farm boy is even interested in not only being a part of a security force designed for planarity defense but also an agent for one of the most powerful military organizations on the planet?" Councilman Yenasked with a skeptical voice.
"I'm not saying that this is going to be perfect. But he has a right to know what he may be in for and if we know about him, then others will too, he's in danger and despite him might not even being enhanced. We owe it to him to be the shield that protects him and his family" Fury meant every word he said and he hoped that would be the thing that got them to understand why this had to be done this way.
All the council members looked down at their work for a moment no doubt thinking about what he said and whether or they should change their minds "very well director" Councilman Rockwell "we'll do this your way, for now. Do what you have to in order to bring him in but if he does refuse, you do not ask again. You bring him in, by any means necessary" he finished before he and the other councilors hung up their end of the call.
Fury stood there for a moment trying to think of every different way he could try and convince Kent to go with him, he had no idea what he should do.
Smallville
The rest of week went by as well as one could expect, Clark didn't say anything for hours. Even when he went back into the house the first thing his mother did was give him a big hug and kept on saying that she didn't care and that he was still her son. That did help but not as much as Clark would like, even now four days later he still barely said a word to anyone. He went into school but for around an hour before just leaving in the middle of class without a word, even with the teacher yelling after him. Threating with suspension if he didn't stop but in all honesty he just didn't care.
His parents didn't even notice he was home until the school called them up and asked to know why he did what he did, after the call they went looking for him and it didn't take long to find him sitting under a big tree by the barn. They didn't yell at him. Just asked him not to do it again to which he simply nodded.
The next day Clark was walking through town trying to clear his head, which he's been trying to do and failing miserably. It was around mid-day and the small town was busy, well busy to anyone who knew the place. To someone from a big city the place looked practically empty. He honestly didn't know whether or not he was ever gonna work past this, how could he do this? Act normal when every time you look in the mirror all you see is an alien.
Turning a corner, he saw a medium sized black van sitting outside the diner, the one Lana works shifts at. When you live in a small community like Smallville there are certain things you pick up on. One of which is noticing nobody within a hundred miles drove a black van. Well, he was looking for a distraction after all. He might as well see what's going on and he did owe Lana an apology for ignoring her all week.
He walked past the window of the Diner and saw that it was a lot busier than he's ever seen it before, almost every table was full and so was every stool by the counter. 'Maybe this was a bad idea' he thought to himself seeing that Lana was practically running from one table to another taking orders and collecting plates. She was busy enough as it was, he'll come by later.
Turning his head back to the street he continued to walk forward looking for another distraction, which was a shame because he really wanted to see her. And he felt guilty, he knew that they weren't dating but after that incident on the bridge she was certainly acting like it, and he spent pretty much the entire next day and a half on his back with Skye on top of him. Wait, was that a good idea? Was it worth telling her about Skye? I mean the chance that he would run into her again are next to none, was there really any point of hurting her feeling for nothing.
BANG
"AAAAAHHHHHH"
Clark froze mid step as the sounds hit his ears, sounds he would know anywhere. A gun shot and a scream. Turning his head back to where the sound came from, he used his eyes to see through the walls and see that there were five men, five very large men with guns, automatic rifles standing up around the bodies of everyone else on the ground. Now he was starting to panic because he couldn't find Lana, she wasn't on the ground with the others, where was she? he asked himself trying to not freak out and do something stupid.
There. He yelled to himself as he saw Lana being held by the hair and had her head slammed against the counter. As soon as Clark saw that, his eyes lit up with a red glow and his anger intensified a thousand-fold. He didn't want to hurt them but now all bets where off, he calmly walked forward with his eyes not changing back to normal. But Clark was a smart guy and he knew he just couldn't go in the front, but thankful he's been here a lot and knows the place well.
Turning the corner, he went down the small alleyway that was used for the trash and the large garbage bins, which is why it was so dirty. Clark didn't freeze for a moment as he saw two armed men standing guard, which was just weird. Who would put this much work in just to rob a diner, that didn't matter anyway, nothing was going to stop him from protecting Lana.
As he went down the half way mark of the alley, one of the men turned his head and saw him. He didn't freak out or aim his weapon at him, he just turned his head to the other "target has arrived" he heard him say which did cause him to pause. Target. He was a target? It didn't matter, he had to save Lana.
At the same time with a pression that surprised him even more, the two men stepped towards him and raised their weapons at him "ok, kid. Don't do anything stupid. Now get down on the ground" Clark didn't move, he turned his head and saw a large green metal dumpster, he slowly took a step towards it and reached out. As his hand gripped the corner and squeezed it tight the metal creaked and bent around his hand, both men seemed to lower their weapons as they saw what he was doing. With one motion of his hand the dumpster flew through the air towards the two men at, at least twenty miles an hour. Needless to say, the two men didn't have a second to react and when it collided with them, not only where they knocked out but probably suffering from brain damage.
He kept on walking towards the back entrance without stopping, once he reached the door. He used his eyes to get a good look through and see if anyone was on the other side, thankfully there wasn't. But the door was locked, not that it was a problem for him. With just a little added pressure he opened the door with small crack as the lock broke off. Quietly stepping inside the kitchen, he saw that it was empty except for one guy that was standing at the entrance to the seating area with his back to him.
Clark crouched down and slowly made his way over to him, again using his eyes he could see that the only people looking in his direction of him the one's being held hostage. This was making no sense, why a diner? This was just weird. As he stood crouched right behind the man, he remembered what his dad taught him when he was little. His dad was a navy seal after all and knew some self-defense which he passed down onto him and when Clark seemed to enjoy it, he taught him a little more. Nothing crazy mind you, just the basic stuff and little bit on the advanced side.
Clark stood up and pressed his right hand against his mouth stopping him from shouting out for help. Quickly with his left hand he grabbed the weapon by the handle and wrapped his fingers around the trigger preventing him from firing randomly in any direction. Looking over the man's shoulder he saw the people all looking at him like he was a maniac for even trying this, with his strength he pulled him backwards into the kitchen out of the way of everyone else. Once inside Clark slammed him backwards his head hitting the floor with a force knocking him out cold.
'Three down two to go' he said to himself as he stood back up and picked himself off the floor and looked out over the door. There was still someone holding Lana by the hair pinning her against the counter while there was another in the middle of the group, they were too close together for him to sneak over to one without the other knowing. He would need to separate them, thank god video games where a thing, really helped him. Stepping back into the kitchen he looked around and saw some of the equipment that was being used. He reached out and grabbed a pile of plates, he was about to drop them when he realized that a pile of plates would cost money that he didn't want to waste. Putting them back down he looked and grabbed a large soup spoon, without looking he tossed it across the kitchen making a loud noise.
"what was that?" the man holding Lana asked "go check that out" he ordered the other.
The man complied without any hesitation making his way into the kitchen 'this was wrong' Clark said to himself. Nothing about this made any sense, they're not taking money, not threating anyone, so far, the only thing these guys have done is carry a lot of heavy weapons and told everyone to get on the ground. Except holding Lana against the counter, which he was definitely going to break one of his bones over.
Hearing some footsteps approach him he turned his head back to the door where the diner led. He walked over towards the door and leaned against the wall next to it. Leaning back as he crossed his arms, the second the man passed through it Clark reached out and grabbed him by the back of the head and threw him across the room right over the stove which was still on "AAAAAHHHHHH" he screamed as his face and body burned. Normally Clark wouldn't go this far but these guys were hurting Lana, or at least helping the man that was.
The man was still rolling across the ground screaming, rolling his eyes Clark picked up a frying pan and threw it at him, knocking him out and ending his screaming "HEY!" a voice shouted from the diner "whoever's in there, come on out" he said. Clark stayed still for a moment trying to think of a plan on how to deal with this "five seconds, OR I BLOW HER HEAD OFF!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHH" Lana screamed as Clark looked through the all to see Lana being pulled back up and pressed a pistol against her head. Without a second thought Clark came out of the kitchen with his hands raised, all eyes turned to him as he stepped out. Lana's hands where on his head trying the lessen the grip the man had on her hair. She had wet tear stains running down her cheeks and her mouth was open taking in deep breaths "Clark" she couldn't help but say as she saw him.
The man holding Lana had large defined muscles, shaven buried and short dark spiky hair "Clark" he repeated, his mouth practically pressed against her ear.
Lana shivered as she felt the wet hot breath of the man that was holding her going right down her ear 'why is this happening?' she asked herself. She wasn't even supposed to be working today but her box Alex asked her to come in because she was so overwhelmed. She didn't even notice anything wrong until these guys came in with their bags over their shoulders, but even after that they seemed ok, polite even, smiling, joking, even giving her the odd complement.
Her eyes met Clarks as he looked at her closely, trying to see whether or not she was injured "so that's your name?" he said starring daggers into him "where's my men?" he asked.
Clark looked at him closely, right into his eyes "in the alleyway and the kitchen. They're gonna need a hospital. Just like you will if you don't let her go within the next thirty seconds" all eyes switched from Clark to the man holding the gun, the scary thing to Lana was that she believed every word he just said. What the hell was going on with him? First, he's aloof all week, ignoring everyone and now this. She really needs to talk with him about what the hell happened with that girl he saved, after all this all started when he saved her.
"oh" a smile went on his face "you hear that everyone?" he asked turning to face the crowds "big man here thinks he can get away with..."
"thirty seconds" Clark said interrupting him, his eyes doing that weird thing where his eyes get a small red tint. She still had no idea how that happened or how it works.
"excuse me" the man said as he pressed the gun against her head a little harder causing her to wince.
"twenty-five seconds" Clark said with a dark attitude that for some reason she kinda liked, and not liked like she found charming but liked like my god when did Clark get so hot like.
The man smiled darkly with an added chuckle "oh that's cute, you think you're in charge" Clark didn't say anything but blindly reached for the counter and grabbed a small steak knife, they did serve good steak here.
"I'm going to give you one warning, which is more than I did the other guys. I really don't want to hurt you. But if you so much as hurt a hair on her head, I'll rip your jaw off. Fifth-teen seconds" without another word, Clark's arm shot upwards but as it did, he let go of the knife and it flew the air right towards the man.
To Lana, everything happened in slow motion. The pointed blade seemed to just miss her head; Clark dived forward towards them almost seeming flying through the air. She heard a loud scream right down her ear as the wet splatter of blood found its way across her hair. When that happened, she just closed her eyes and prayed that she didn't get her brains blown out.
She felt the cold ground against her back and a large weight on her front and then more screaming 'Why did this have to happen to me?' she asked herself.
"someone call the police" she heard Clark say as someone picked her up and pushed her behind them. Opening her eyes, she saw the back of Clarks head as he blindly held her by placing an arm in front of her waist preventing her from going forward while at the same time using his own body as a shield.
Looking over his shoulder, she gagged at sight before quickly finding a nearby sink and emptying the contents of her stomach in a messy heap. Not that anyone could blame her, after all the man that was screaming had a knife in his eye socket. Lana glanced at Clark while trying to keep her hair out of the way of vomit, that was still spewing from her mouth. Clark moved over towards him and kicked him in the face knocking him out.
Sitting in the black van was the director of shield himself. Normally Fury would be off doing something much more important as he was in charge of one of the most powerful military organizations in the world, but he couldn't afford this not working. And now, looking at the camera footage for the fifth time while outside Rumlow was being taken away in an ambulance just like the other Strike force agents that where apart of this operation. The first part of the operation is confirmed, Clark Kent is an enhanced "play it again" he said in a calm voice.
Next to him, agent Coulson said nothing as he leaned in and pressed a button. The recording from the camera footage started again 'target has arrived' the agent said as they both watched Clark walk down the alley. Being perfectly honest with himself Fury became incredibly interested in Kent, even more so than before. How could he not? He hasn't seen an enhanced with this level of strength since he met Danvers. If he could get Kent on board with Shield then this would be the first real shot at getting an Avenger.
He leaned in slightly as he saw Kent throw that dumpster with one hand easily at the speed of a car "how are we going to handle this sir?" Coulson asked with a calm voice.
Fury took a moment to think before answering "very carefully agent Coulson, very carefully" he pulled out his phone and sent a message to agent Hill "agent Coulson, delete this footage" he instructed.
Coulson frowned as he turned to face him "sir?" he asked.
"I don't want the Security Council to have ammunition for excuses to lock Kent in the darkest hole they can find" Fury said deciding to be honest with him "he's just a kid, and based on what we've found out about him he completely ignores this strength of his unless someone in danger. He's the first real chance we have for an Avenger candidate, we can't afford to waste this chance. I'm just gonna talk to him" he said finding out the best ways to set up this conversation and hopefully end it with him agreeing to not only join the Avengers initiative but Shield as well.
Ok, guys sorry for the long wait and big thank you to everyone who left a review in the last chapter. It really means a lot that so many people like this story and it makes want to continue it.
Now I know I said this was going to be the MCU but I thought to myself, why? Avengers of Steel is doing the MCU and doing a very good job of it. My story will follow the MCU but as you can see, I'm adding in the mutants and the X-men too.
Anyway, let me know what you think about Shield getting in touch with Clark this early. Please let me know what you guys think in the reviews.
