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Clark suppressed a smile as he spotted Jimmy Olsen amongst the crowd. That boy had a knack for finding himself in the right place at the right time. There was a starry look in his eyes as Superman looked in his direction that Clark recognized – Superman in Captain America in one place at the same time was Olsen’s dream come true. Come to think of it, it was a lot of people’s dreams come true. Clark’s brief partnership with the Justice Leaguers sat far less comfortably with him than he showed and it was clear from the look on Clint’s face that he had no intention of making nice. Between his bruised pride at having nearly handed Creel enough power to short out the city and the fact Superman and Zatanna worked for Lex, Clint leant on his bow churlishly avoiding Zatanna’s smile.
Clark looked to the pair of Justice Leaguers pensively.
“I thought the Justice League was in Coast City fighting the Brotherhood?”
Barton let out a derisive chuckle.
“Yeah, well, they need something to do when they’re not chasing mutants around.”
Superman shot Clint a disapproving look and Barton merely shrugged his shoulders unrepentantly at him. Clark had his differences with the Justice League but he knew that for the most part they were good people. Together the League had had foiled more terrorist attacks and rescued more people from natural disasters than they ever could have alone. It wasn’t their fault that Lex Luthor financed the team and Clark was determined not to let that colour his image of Captain America and Zatanna. Not least because his source on the inside of the Justice League had vouched for the both of them.
As much as Clark might not have liked it, the Mutant Registration Act had been passed by Congress with bipartisan support and barring something major happening it was likely never going to be overturned. He took a more active role than most in protecting mutants, ushering those he could to Charles Xavier’s Institute in Westchester, and helping them avoid persecution. It hadn’t made the Kryptonian very popular with the growing anti-mutant lobby that seemed to dominate the airways. Given the Justice League worked so closely with the government and SHIELD they were all but obliged to defer to them on mutant issues from time to time.
Yet it wasn’t all bad. Captain America and Zatanna seemed like a well-oiled machine. It was clear the pair of them had worked in the field countless times before, they seemed well drilled and well prepared – the credit for which Kent gave solely to Captain America.
Clark smiled politely at the pair of them as he attempted to make amends for Clint’s shortness.
“If Hawkeye and I had known the two of you were on the scene we would have left Creel to you. From the looks of it, we only slowed the pair of you down. Maybe there is something to be said for this team thing after all.”
I support blaming @Lord Wraith.
If you can blame Wraith, always blame Wraith - that's my motto.
I'll have a response to Cap up shortly and hopefully have a Fantastic Four post up some point in the early afternoon. Try and get the ball rolling a little again.
I'm flooded with the new game I started up so I think I'm going to have to bow out. I did really want to see the Mandalorian's story out but between the game I'm GMing and a couple of other games I'm in on the side I'll likely be too busy to keep up with this. At least not in the way that it deserves.
@clanjos My apologies. This thing moves like crazy sometimes. You're accepted. Go right ahead and file that thang in the character tab and get to posting.
@Vandy There's a natural ebb and flow to these things, I think.
I'd throw a F4 post up but I'm going to be fairly active with Supes until this Cap/Supes thing is wrapped up and I don't want to dominate the IC thread any more than I already have done. I'll get back on it with the F4 once I'm done with the Cap/Supes meeting.
I'd throw a F4 post up but I'm going to be fairly active with Supes until this Cap/Supes thing is wrapped up and I don't want to dominate the IC thread any more than I already have done. I'll get back on it with the F4 once I'm done with the Cap/Supes meeting.
Well we've already established in universe that Lex is capable of getting energy out of the "meteorite rock" and Reed is not.
I imagine that those two are the top dogs and everyone else falls in order behind them. If you ask Lex though, there is only one answer.
Because there was no safe way to do it.
Lex is obviously slightly more willing to endanger the lives of millions of people than Reed for his own ego.
As long as we're all clear that Reed is still top dog.
Because he is.
Because he is.
@Architect When are you going to stop riding the pine and get involved, you old dog?
Clark watched as America’s wartime hero dangled the bait in front of Creel’s face. It went without saying that Creel would take it. He was dumb, really dumb, and having been a fighter first and a supervillain second he couldn’t bear not to rise to any challenge. With the powers Creel had he could have been one of the most dangerous metahumans on the planet. Instead he was alternated between thug and petty thief from week to week. Clark reckoned he’d seen that the Justice League were out of town and seen an opportunity to strike. Unfortunately for Creel, the Justice League weren’t the only game in town. Far from it.
The Captain rolled out of the way of the bolt of electricity and it struck the exposed metal along the building. As it did so Creel began to convulse in pain as he felt the electricity for the first time. He staggered backwards a few times, trying to remain on his feet, but the pain was too much. It knocked him to his knees and he reached for the concrete beneath him. In one last, desperate attempt to hang on he absorbed the concrete beneath him and his electric skin became grey and hard.
It was too late then. Clark wasn’t going to risk Creel endangering any more lives. As the Absorbing Man turned his now-concrete head to face the heroes, Clark sped towards him and sent his fist directly through Creel’s chest. Creel shattered into two-dozen pieces, if not more, and fell to the ground.
“Jesus,” Clint muttered as he eyed the pieces of Creel. “You didn’t need to kill him, Boy Scout.”
“He’s not dead, Hawkeye. Our old friend Creel here can take on the properties of pretty much anything he can get his hands on. I’ve seen him transform himself into water and reform from a single drop. This should put him out of commission for a while so long as we keep the pieces away from anything else.”
Clark looked towards Zatanna.
“Perhaps you can help us out with that?”
Zatanna muttered one of her magic words beneath her breath and suddenly Creel’s shattered pieces levitated into the air and hung there harmlessly out of reach of anything Creel could absorb. In the corner of Clark’s eye he spotted Captain America approaching the three of them. He took in the slightest of breaths as he prepared himself and then extended his hand towards the Captain.
“I guess I should probably introduce myself, Captain. My name is Superman and my friend here goes by the name of Hawkeye. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
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