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He looks over at Tony with a very sly smile.

"Then you were saving yourself for me? Is that it?"

"Don't be such an ass," Tony scowled even deeper, though whether he was scowling at the accusation or at the fact Clark had pegged his lack of experience, it was hard to tell.

He laughs again and pulls his hand away from Tony to put both on the wheel, taking a turn onto a smaller, practically abandoned highway. And he pulls aside into the shoulder before turning to Tony.

"Shall we load up the fuel or did you want to do something other than pout about things before hand?"

"Let's load up the fuel and see what this thing can do, serves you right if I make you wait." He realises as soon as the words are out of his mouth that he basically just implied there was something to wait for , clearly it was not his brain doing the talking right now. At least the drive gave him time to get control of himself.

Clark grins wildly at that before tipping his head back towards the fuel supplies. He won't say a thing about Tony's little 'slip'. He doesn't need to.

"Do you need me to pull up the top? Or can we just slip it into the gas tank?"

Is there innuendo in there?

Nooooooo.

Aaaand Tony is getting out the car to give himself some space.

"It'll go in the tank, should mix with the gas in there and give us the boost we need" he calls back, heading to the gas cap.

Clark just waits in the car, letting him have his space, listening but pretending like he isn't.

"Fuck's sake Tony, keep it together," he mutters to himself, blissfully unaware that Clark can probably hear every word "you're acting like - ha - like the desperate fucking virgin I am, yea that's about right. Jesus. Okay, car."

He pours the two bottles of fuel into the tank, chucked the empty backpack back into the car and leaned in
"So, who's driving again?"

"The wheel is yours if you want it," he offers, gesturing to the driver's side and moving to get up.

"But I guarantee that my reflexes are faster than yours in case of an emergency."

He was right, of course he was, but Tony really wanted to be the one to see what his fuel could do.

"I'll do it," he decided, crossing over to the driver's side and climbing in "you ready?"

He nods, content with that, as he stands up and slides past Tony to leave him the driver's seat. Then he's slipping around to hop into the passenger side.

No fuss. No fight. But he's watching you, Tony.

"Very ready."

"Okay, let's do this." almost holding his breath, Tony revved the engine. The answering purr was initially promising, exactly what he wanted to hear. He pressed his foot down on the pedal slowly and the car leapt forward, accelerating rapidly.

The first indication that something was wrong was the faintest whine that started under the noise of the engine, but Tony was enjoying himself too much to notice.

Clark can hear it, hear the whine, and he leans back in his seat, preparing. He has a feeling the evening is going to be interesting and he's not opposed to dealing with the car exploding. It just means it'll be exceptionally interesting.

As the noise rose, Tony finally noticed it and his expression creased into a frown, he lifted his foot off the pedal a little and glanced sideways at Clark.

"Does that sound-" he started saying, but he was interrupted by the engine exploding.

Isabel knows more than she's saying. She is not, absolutely not going to fall in love with Stiles because love makes you vulnerable, weak and gives people the power to hurt you. She did that once and she is never going to do that again. There's a little part of her that says maybe Stiles wouldn't use that power to hurt her, but she squelches that thought as soon as it crosses her mind. Instead, she leads him on, pushes him away, pulls him closer and generally engages in some bi-polar sort of romance where she's the only one that has the cue cards. If she were to let him in on a secret, she's confused as hell too because she is falling for him whether she wants to or not and is ,in turns, enamored with the idea of it and pissed off by the idea of it. Really, it would have all been much simpler if he'd ignored her from the very beginning, but if he'd done that, Isabel would have missed so much and he makes her smile as much as Isabel is capable of. Sometimes, she even acts like a normal girl around him!

It had been a very good kiss, even Isabel can admit that. She's not sure where they stand either; she isn't sure where she wants them to stand and she's aware that she holds the power to dictate that. She holds that power close to her, letting it make her feel safe and assuring herself that as long as she's got that power, Stiles can't hurt her. She lies to herself that way. (Everyone has seen that movie; she likes that movie) She had been sniping at him this morning for, essentially, being a loser. She'd used more words but that had been the heart of it and really, she'd woken up, read Stiles' good morning text and felt happy all the way to her toes. That had pissed her off, set her on edge and scared the shit out of her because if Stiles had the power to make her happy with a simple text then what else did he have the power to make her feel? Feelings outside of disdain and anger are dangerous for Isabel.

"Coffee and what we can't do something semi-fucking normal every now and then?" she snaps back cooly. This is Isabel asking him out on a date. She's entirely aware she sucks at it.

A number of things happen and they happen all at once. Or they happen all at once for Tony, anyway. For Clark, they just happen one after another, his hands and body moving faster than Tony can even sense as he unhooks both of their seatbelts, opens his door, and pulls Tony free of the car, rolling around to fly them safe and cover the other boy with his own body. He can feel the explosion, the heat wash over him, destroying his clothes and if they hadn't, then the debris that patters against his back as he huddles over Tony in the desert would have ripped it to shreds.

He waits until the worst of it is done before he lets go, tilts back, and starts whooping loudly.

"That was awesome!"

In the sudden rush of activity, Tony wondered if this was his life flashing before his eyes, going at such a speed it was just a blur, only the heat and pain that he was expecting never happens and in only a few minutes it's over and he's by the side of the road with Clark, clothing practically falling off him, above him and it's all a little overwhelming.

"What...what just happened?" he asked, dazed.

Clark looks down at Tony, head tilted, and there's grit and dust on him, but not a scratch to be found. He's neither burned nor are there any limbs missing, any gaping wounds... nope, he's fine.

"Car exploded," Clark says matter-of-factly.

"If I had to tell from the smell, you may need to use an injection system for one of the chemicals."

"Oh...is...did it..." Tony rambled slightly. He blinked at Clark for a moment and then nodded "An injection system, obviously, it was too much at once, it needs to..." he reached for a pencil and then realised he didn't have one, of course he didn't, because he was lying on the ground after being pulled from an exploding car.

"...you saved me..."

Clark looked down at him like he was confused.

"Well, yeah. Of course I did."

He grinned again.

"What the hell else would I do on a Saturday night without you?"

"Can't have you getting bored now.." he joked weakly, he was pretty sure he was probably in shock. It was that moment that his brain chose to process the fact that Clark was half-naked above him and well, wow, that and the adrenaline from the explosion kind of got his pulse racing.

Almost like he could hear that uptick, Clark grinned brightly before leaning down to press a kiss to Tony's forehead.

"Now you're talking. Glad you've got your priorities in order."

Tony blinked at the kiss, it was just so confusingly affectionate.

"I always have my priorities in order. What do we do now?" he meant how did they get home, but as soon as he said it he wondered if he should have phrased it differently.

He looked out into the vast expanse of the desert.

"Well, I figured we'd go home, unless you had some better idea."

Oh, he's definitely supposed to be the good influence. She'd had so little experience with a normal life that she's got no hope of balancing her super hero life with her teenage life. She's pretty sure that Peter is supposed to help her with that. She's just grateful that she's finally got some freedom from SHIELD (without having to escape and live as a homeless/runaway teen). She hadn't expected to like Peter or his company (nothing personal, really). Instead she's found a good friend ~~and developed a crush~~.

She'd be amused at the literal climbing of the walls. She'd also be envious because she is reasonably proficient at parkour, but climbing walls is something that she's never going to be able to do. She'd really only gotten to see Brooklyn and very little beyond that. She's practically bouncing as well as she emerges from the subway in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, looking forward to seeing that whole new world. A smile bursts across her face when she sees Peter and she breaks into a jog, slowing a little. Hit her with the Disney references, Peter. She's seen just about every Disney movie made because that was an approved activity for her.

"Hey. Hi," she says, voice barely containing all the excitement she feels.

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