[Superman] Number One Enemy

Clark returned to the cabin restless that day.

He didn't have much time to think about these things, because Audrey didn't ask for leave for him—his job didn't allow him to ask for leave at will.

"You're Superman anyway," Tony said, handing the milk to Brandon at a breakfast table, "You can fly over and back in no time, and you won't have a commute to live anywhere."

Clark was speechless.How can there be such a thing, he doesn't fly to work every day, he still takes a ride.Stark speaks nonsense.

But at least today he had to fly to work.Clark thought, not waiting until Audrey got up.Last night, Audrey seemed to chat with Ruiwen and Natasha until early in the morning, and he only heard Audrey's footsteps entering the room in the morning.

After being vaguely aware of his own mood, Clark became a little sensitive about Valentine's Day.He is still not sure how to classify this relationship, it may not be love, because he has never had such complicated feelings for a woman at the same time, and he believes that the other party is a friend who understands him and jokes with each other, and is a reliable and reliable woman at work. , A boss who helps each other is a partner who can trust his back when saving the world, and a member of the family.

After all, this is so different from his previous affection for Louise.Clark thought.And it still aches when he thinks of Louise.Clark believed he still loved Lois, even though he didn't want to destroy Lois' family, they couldn't.

The next night, Clark was in charge of putting Brandon to bed.

In his 33 years of life, Clark has never learned how to put a six-year-old to sleep.He was a little at a loss, but neither Audrey, Romanov, Raven, nor Stark had any intention of helping him. Obviously, he could only rely on himself.

Clark walked into Brandon's room with a picture book.He was going to tell Brandon a story.Brandon lay obediently on the bed, buried in a pile of fluffy quilts and pillows, looking too cute.

Two 10 minutes later.

"...so they ended up living happily and happily together."

Clark closed the book.He looked up and looked at Brandon.

Eyes wide open.

"You don't want to sleep yet?" Clark asked with a wry smile.

"I don't want to sleep." Brandon shook his head, looked at Clark, his eyes wide open, and he looked bright.

Clark glanced at his watch.At nine fifty, it was time for Brandon to go to bed.He looked at Brandon's small face, dazed and helpless.

"What now?" Brandon asked, looking innocent.

"I don't know." Clark opened his mouth and smiled embarrassedly, "I'll take you out for a drive...?"

Brandon turned, huddled in the pile of quilts, and faced Clark. "That's not a good proposal." The child said, with a very serious expression, "Mommy said, I can't leave the room after 09:30 in the evening. We will be punished by Mommy."

Clark looked at Brandon's expression and was speechless for a moment. "...You're like Audrey's clone." He muttered softly, withdrawing the thought of taking the child for a walk outside, and the child fell asleep when he was tired.

"So, shall I sing for you?"

"No. I don't want to. You don't sing as well as Mommy."

"Oh..." Clark was speechless for the second time.Now he was sure that Brandon was definitely Audrey's biological child.The two are alike enough.

"I want to hear your story," Brandon continued, picking up the bear that Raven bought him, and looking at Clark expectantly.

Clark looked at him with such eyes, and his heart suddenly softened. "What story do you want to hear?"

Brandon rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, thought for a while, and asked, "Why do you want to be a reporter?"

Clark was taken aback, not expecting Brandon to ask this. "That surprised me." He raised his eyebrows and answered Brandon with a smile, "Why would I want to be a reporter..."

Brandon nodded, waiting carefully for Clark's next words.

"Because I want to stand in a place where I can grasp the dynamics of the world at any time." Clark said, reaching out to pat Brandon on the head. "Besides, telling the truth requires courage. Uncovering the truth requires wisdom and strength. I want to protect the world , Help people, in a way that ordinary people can do. So, I choose to be a reporter."

Brandon nodded half-understanding.

"Too esoteric?" Clark smiled, gazing tenderly at Brandon.

"A little bit." Brandon frowned.

Clark thought, too, the answer was too esoteric for a six-year-old.

"So, do you want to hear my adventure story?" Clark changed the subject.

Brandon nodded excitedly. "want!"

"Okay. The first time I discovered my abilities was when I was a child..."

In the attic of the log cabin, under the dim and warm light, Clark sat beside Brandon's bed, telling stories to the children.Cloud-shaped and sun-shaped hanging lamps hang on the side, making the room layout full of childishness.

"So was that the first time you saved someone? Saved your classmate?"

"Yes. But after that, my father asked me to hide my abilities."

"But you still keep saving people."

"That's now."

"Did you save anyone in between?"

When Brandon asked, Clark wanted to answer, yes and no.

But then he thought again; no, that's not it.He still helped some people secretly, intermittently.

"Well... I don't think I listened to my father very much." Clark shook his head with a wry smile, leaning against Brandon's bed, looking at the ceiling, recalling some old memories.

"Once, I rescued a little girl. It was many years ago... when I was in high school... the school had a school trip. We went to the next state, and it wasn't really much fun, the whole trip was pretty boring. But I was harassed I couldn't sleep, and I kept hearing someone crying for help in the middle of the night. Finally, I went to find the source of the crying, and found out it was..."

When Clark said this, he heard even breathing.He looked down. Brandon had fallen asleep.

"Sweet dream." Clark curled his mouth and kissed Brandon on the forehead, then got up and left the nursery.

The cottage has four floors, including a cellar and an attic.The rooms are all on the second and third floors, and there is a ladder at the bottom of the corridor on the second floor that leads directly to the roof.

Clark closed the door to the nursery.He was going to go back to the room directly, but when he turned around, he was taken aback when he saw Natasha coming down the ladder.

To be honest... Clark is a little timid every time he faces Romanov alone.This is definitely not because the Black Widow is notorious, world-renowned, and internationally renowned in the espionage industry. No matter how poisonous she is, the Black Widow is still an individual. When facing Superman, Superman wins in terms of combat effectiveness.

The problem is, Romanoff is clearly at the top of the Barnes family pyramid, the food chain master.

James listens to Romanoff.Audrey listened to Romanov.Of course Brandon had to listen to Romanov.The only one who doesn't obey is Steve, but Steve will refer to Romanov's opinion!Steve listen to James!

The Romanoffs are definitely the queen of the Barnes family.Clark is sure.

If he offends Romanov...

Clark suspects that from the next day, he will never even think about finding his office in Planet Media, let alone stepping into Barnes' house...

Romanov gave him a casual look, and walked down the corridor expressionlessly.Clark waited nervously for the other party to pass by, and when he was hesitating whether to say good night, suddenly, Romanov stopped at the corner.

"Good night." Clark quickly choked out the words.Be polite.

"Good night." Romanov replied, with a half-smile, looked at Clark in front of the children's room, and said, "She's still up there." Then he entered the room.

Clark wasn't quite sure what kind of insinuation the other party was taking.He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go upstairs.

The hut is built by the stream.Green meadows, rose gardens; stone houses surrounded by maples, ivy on the windowsills, red flowers over the hedges.This place is like the little rabbit's home in a childhood picture book.

Clark climbed onto the roof.Audrey was seated on the brown tiles, leaning against the chimney, looking up at the starry sky.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Clark unconsciously felt relaxed from the depths of his soul.He raised the corner of his mouth and spoke.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Audrey glanced in Clark's direction, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"I like it here." She said, answering irrelevant questions, neither refusing nor agreeing, looking sideways at the sky. "You can't see such a starry sky in New York. It makes me calm here."

Clark sat down opposite Audrey.He crossed his legs and stared at the unpainted Audrey in the night.From the first time he saw her, he knew that Audrey was beautiful; only now did he realize that this beauty had already occupied his heart, and it became more and more blooming with every beat of his heart.

"That's right." Clark murmured, his eyes fixed on Audrey's face, "I totally agree."

Audrey was a little tired, yawned a little, leaned against the chimney, and closed her eyes.

"You can lean on me. I won't let you fall." Clark blurted out.

Audrey was silent for a moment, without opening her eyes, she touched the eaves and rubbed against Clark's shoulder.

Clark hesitantly and cautiously embraced Audrey, his ears filled with the beating of his own heart.This was probably the first time they had gotten closer so peacefully while Audrey was awake.

"What story did you tell Brandon?" Audrey asked, nasally.

"The one about the Bear and the Rabbit... and something about me before." Clark replied, trying not to focus on Audrey on his shoulder.

"What's up?"

"A little girl I saved," Clark said, smiling.

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