“I’m already excited.” Clark muses out loud with a bright smile. He walks closer, examining the men with only a slightly thoughtful expression. “I suppose I should take them to the jail… I’d rather not take credit for your work though miss— what do they call you exactly?” He cocks his own head to the side, mirroring her earlier movement.
bobbi grinned at his comment and watched him as he looked at the men, laughing a little as she shook her head. ❛ i don’t need credit, really. ❜ at his question, she paused. part of her wondered, for a moment, what he meant — he was FLOATING for godsakes, and she was putting him on the same level as IRON MAN, CAPTAIN AMERICA, THOR, and that wasn’t really her. a hero with an alter ego. she was a spy with a codename, but that wasn’t the same ❛ — bobbi. you ?? ❜