Hello! I think would be cute Superman / Tony … Tony not need a super soldier, he needs a super man. Besides, Tony is than prettier Louis (although denies being a damsel in distress). !

Clark was at the grocery store, he had gotten off work relatively early tonight and he was planning to make dinner for Tony when he got home. It's been a while since they've been able to enjoy a home cooked meal and he loved watching the little happy dance his boyfriend did in his seat when he got excited about food.

He was steadily filling a basket with the ingredients to one of Tony's favorites, chicken and broccoli Alfredo when he heard his lover. "Clark! Shit, Clark where are you!?" He could hear the slight terror laced in every word.

Quickly setting his basket down and then making his way into the alley where no one could see him strip out of his day clothes, he took to the skies and straight to the mansion. The door was wide open and he flew inside, seeking out Tony. "Tony, I'm here what's wrong? Tony!"

"Clark!" Running into the kitchen he almost stumbled and fell at the sight before him. Tony was standing on the table, frying pan held in his hands and terror clear in his eyes. "Oh thank god, quick help me." He used the frying pan to gesture him closer.

"What's going on here?" No seeing an immediate threat he walked further into the kitchen.

"There's a…" Tony's gaze wondered back to the grown and he released the highest pitch screech possible, Clark never knew his boyfriend's voice could get that high. "There! Its right there, kill it kill it kill it. Fucking thousand-legger." Tony shivered at the name of the bug that was crawling around the kitchen tiles.

"You've been standing here shouting my name… because there's a bug?" He almost couldn't believe it.

"No shit Sherlock, yes, I did. Now kill it." Clark just stared a little longer before cracking up laughing. "Stop laughing and kill it Clark!" But he couldn't stop, he forgot how ridiculous his boyfriend could be at times and honestly he found the whole situation hilarious.

Stomach cramping, tear inducing laughs were bursting out of the alien, his boyfriend pouting at him from on top the kitchen table. But it only got better, the bug had grown tired of the tiled floor and was starting to crawl up the wall right next to the table. Of course Tony noticed, screaming, Tony threw his fry pan at the bug and the leaped from the table at Clark. Luckily his superfast reflexes helped him to catch the smaller man with no problem. Tony clung to him like a baby koala, head buried in his neck, "Is it dead? Please, please, please, tell me that damn thing is dead."

Checking the wall, he saw that the frying pan had missed its mark. Quickly using his heat vision he killed it and then turned his attention back to the man in his arms, "It's okay sweetheart, it's dead now, I killed it."

Tony swung his head around to see the faint burn mark and no bug. Satisfied he looked at Clark, legs and arms still wrapped tightly around his boyfriend and Clark's hands cradling his ass, "My hero."

When Clark started laughing at him again he decided to shut him up with a kiss. It worked.