Tony probably would never admit how long he'd been waiting for Clark to kiss him, and he certainly wasn't going to ever tell anybody how he'd thought about it. He'd certainly never pictured it like this, clothes-half shredded and fresh from an explosion, flying above the earth in defiance of the physics he enjoyed so much. Despite that, it was everything he'd hoped for and more (not that he hoped for things like a lovesick teenage girl that would be ridiculous who told you he did that), and he returned the kiss with enthusiasm.