heart of steel. (Clark Kent/Superman)

chapter two.

"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take."

We spent the entire night talking, laughing.. flirting.

I mean, I thought we were flirting. He was probably just being friendly.

Probably.

We'd been up here for about two hours, but it literally only felt like half of one. There was hardly ever any silence, we connected so well. And if there was silence, it was comfortable and mutual.

I was still kind of gaping over the fact that Superman had kidnapped me.

But is it even kidnapping if you like it?

"It's getting late," He murmured, watching me as I sat down on the rooftop. "What are you doing?"

"Well, it is getting dark, and you know what happens when the dark takes over?" I smirked at him, watching his curious cerulean eyes widen. I waved him over, and as he approached me I patted the area next to me. He lay down beside me, and I propped myself up on my elbow, turning to him. "The stars come out."

Seeing him caught off guard, I laughed as I lay back down.

"You know, I've never actually took the time to see the beauty of Metropolis," He spoke, watching the sky. "I've been so focused on keeping it from destruction, I never looked at what I was saving."

"Well, Mr.Superman, what do you think of our little city?"

"I think I'm glad I saved it."

I smiled brightly at that, training my eyes on a shooting star.

"Do superheroes make wishes?" I mumbled, folding my arms under my head.

"I don't know, honestly. I know we all want the same thing, I'm just not sure if everyone wishes for it." He answered, playing with his cape.

"Oh yeah?" I propped myself up with my elbow. "What exactly do superheroes, with superpowers, need to wish for?"

"To fit in."

Honest to God, that caught me off guard. He said it so simply, but his face showed it had a deeper meaning.

"What?"

"You think we want to be different? Would you like to actually have the weight of the world on your shoulders?" He sighed, sitting up. "As a superhero, everyone automatically suspects you should do the 'right thing'. The only problem is, everyone has different ideas of 'right'.

"So, while having everyone pressure us to please them, we also have every life placed in your hands. Imagine the feeling if one person dies under your watch. I personally feel like I've failed if I don't leave with as many lives as there were when I arrived. Sometimes I wonder why I was chosen to be here, to have these abilities. I would pay any price if I could just be normal. No lives on the line, none of my loved ones in danger; just me. Then maybe I could be happy."

Woah. I never contemplated that. I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder. He turns to me, and his bloodshot eyes are focused on my lips.

"I never thought of it that way. And I'm sorry," Letting out a shaky breath, I realize how close we actually are. Propped on my elbow, he watched me below. I ran my arm down to hold his hand. "I'm so thankful there's someone like you to protect me. To protect our city. You sacrifice your happiness to preserve our lives. Thank you so--"

My speech was interrupted by his lips being placed on my cheek. My face flushed and my eyes widened. His smile widened at my reaction, and he pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"People like you are the reason why I do what I do. People who believe in me push me to do what's needed. So don't thank me; thank you."

"I think it'd be pretty hard for me to thank me. Just saying." I joked, trying to lighten the mood. I sighed, lying back down. "Don't you find it funny that even as we grow old, and our beauty fades away, the sky never changes? Twenty, thirty years from now, we'll be old, wrinkled, and gray-haired; but you know what the sky will look like twenty or thirty years from now? Just like this. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I felt him shift beside me, and from the corner of my eye I could feel him sit up. I turned to meet his curious eyes, a wild smile flashing on both of our faces. This moment was only interrupted by the sweetest words I'd ever heard.

"Right now, in this moment, I think that position belongs to you."

My smile widened. Our eyes met for a moment, before I broke our connection to stare longingly at his lips. His hands held my face, and my arms were tangled behind his neck.

Honestly, I didn't know how I felt right now-- scratch that. I felt special, I felt beautiful, I felt different. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time; I felt happy.

So I let myself lean in. I let my guards down for just a minute, as did he. And for a moment, our lips barely touching, I felt like we'd be in this moment for forever.

But apparently God hates me.

Literally half a second before we can actually kiss, there's a loud crash. He pushes away from me, rising to his feet. Stunned from the quick movement, I fall hard onto my back. Yet, Superman is still looking for the source of the noise.

What a gentleman.

Huffing, I rise to my feet, joining him by the ledge. Merely sixty, seventy yards away, something has struck into the side of a cell tower. A plane. Once realizing the problem, Superman begins to hover off the ground, prepared to flash to their rescue. Almost as if he was just remembering my existence, he quickly sweeped me into his arms, and off we were.

With my face tucked into his neck, I whispered my address to him. In mere seconds we were there. He set me down, only leaving once he'd placed a soft kiss on my collarbone. Entering my loft, I threw my keys and news equipment on the table.

About ten minutes later, I was sprawled out in my bath, soaking my muscles and letting my thoughts consume me. One seemed to linger though.

If men weren't confusing enough, now I'm dealing with a superhero.

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fml this is terrible. And short. I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I love you beautifuls. All three of you.😂

-Macadoodle.💓