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It was surreal to be stood across from the man Jonathan Kent had grown up adoring. His father had been a Captain America super fan as a child. The young Jonathan Kent had collected every piece of Captain America memorabilia that he could get his hands on – which given he was in rural Kansas, wasn’t very much at all. Somewhere in an old box in the Kent room were yellowed Captain America picture books that detailed his adventures during the war with the Justice Society of America. And here Clark was holding a conversation with the man, talking as equals. 

Captain America seemed every bit the good soldier that history had made him out to be. He was strong, his resoluteness came through even in his silences, but there was a kindness there that was plain to see. The Justice League was [i]not[/i] Clark’s enemy and Captain America certainly wasn’t either – that much was clear from the look on the Captain’s face. Lex had pulled the wool over their eyes as he had done with the rest of America. Stood there across from Captain America, Clark had some hope that he might be able to steer the League away from whatever Luthor had planned from them.

He hoped when the time came he could count on Captain America’s support. If he was half the man he seemed, he suspected he might be able to. For the time being though it was better he didn’t give voice to his concerns about Lex. He’d focus on what they did have in common instead.

Clark smiled.

[b][color=steelblue]“If the world needs us, we’ll be there, Captain. You can count on that much.”[/color][/b]

In the corner of his eye Clark spotted Barton lift his hand from his bow and tap an imaginary watch on his wrist.

[color=mediumpurple][b]“We’ve got places to be, Big Blue.”[/b][/color]

Clark nodded in his direction as his thoughts turned to Lois sat at home waiting for the pair of them. He squinted a little as he searched Metropolis for any other opportunists that sought to strike whilst the League were gone. There was nothing. 

[b][color=steelblue]“It was a pleasure working with you both,”[/color][/b] Clark shook Captain America’s hand again and smiled towards Zatanna. [b][color=steelblue]“I don’t doubt that we’ll run into one another again sometime.”[/color][/b]

Clark turned to fly away and Barton took aim with his bow towards a nearby rooftop. As Superman’s feet left the ground, Barton looked to Captain America and Zatanna with a smirk.

[b][color=mediumpurple]“If you ever get some free time, I suggest you take a deeper look into your sugar daddy’s [i]other[/i] business dealings.”[/color][/b]

Clark was halfway in the air when the barb left Clint’s mouth. He rolled his eyes as little as Barton unfurled an arrow that careened over Clark’s shoulder and embedded itself in one of the city’s many buildings. The pair of them made their way through the night, assured that Metropolis could rest easy for the night again.