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!"