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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, [i]really[/i] 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 [i]felt[/i] 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.

[color=mediumpurple][b]“Jesus,”[/b][/color] Clint muttered as he eyed the pieces of Creel. [b][color=mediumpurple]“You didn’t need to kill him, Boy Scout.”[/color][/b]

[color=steelblue][b]“He’s not dead, Hawkeye. Our old friend Creel here can take on the properties of pretty much [i]anything[/i] 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.”[/b][/color]

Clark looked towards Zatanna.

[color=steelblue][b]“Perhaps you can help us out with that?”[/b][/color]

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.

[color=steelblue][b]“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.”[/b][/color]