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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.

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."

"Maybe I'll just... lie here for a bit..." he was still feeling pretty dazed, but he was joking. Mostly.

"How do we even get home?"

"I'll take you home," he says with a snort and a shake of his head. "Really, Tony. You worry too much."

"Hey, might I remind you that we just nearly blew up? I don't think I'm worrying too much!" he pointed out

He gave a bark of a laugh and reached over to clear aside some of the debris. Once it was clear, he let himself flop on the ground beside Tony.

"Oh, come on. You didn't nearly blow up. The car blew up. You don't have a scratch on you."

"I was very, very close to blowing up, if you hadn't been here, I would have been a goner. Only if you hadn't been here neither would I so really you endangered my life before saving it. You owe me compensation." he says in a faux-serious tone.

He tilted his head and gave Tony a very skeptical look.

"You wanted to see if it would work as much as I did, once I gave you all the opportunity. And if you'd tested it by yourself, you would have been shit out of luck."

He nudged him with a grin.

"So right back at you."

"Oh I see, so really you saved my life because you want a reward?" Tony asked, pretending offense. He sighed dramatically, twisting onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.

"Alright then, what do you want?"

He can't help looking over at Tony with a smirk.

"Got what I want."

He let his head drop back.

"Lemme know when you're ready to kick this Popsicle stand."

"You wanted to blow up your car? Because, really, there's easier ways to do that you know," Tony pointed out with a half-smile.

He thwapped Tony lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand.

"No, idiot. I wanted a fun time for tonight. Something wild. Exciting."

"Well, I am obviously both wild and exciting," Tony agreed, the adrenaline making him bolder than usual.

That got a grin out of him. That's the spirit! Yes, that!

"You blew up a car," he pointed out.

In and out, he finally huffed out a breath before turning to Tony.

"So we've got two options now: I go and get a car and you wait here in the middle of nowhere until I get back. Or. I let you in on the secret of a lifetime and if you tell anyone, I murder you within seconds of your mouth opening. Which one are you more interested in?"

"Well, I mean, don't take this the wrong way but how stupid do you think I am?" Tony asked, tone serious but mischief in his eyes "I am obviously more interested in any secret that is apparently so big it's life threatening. I won't tell a soul. Scout's honour." he crosses his fingers over his heart.

"Not that I was ever a scout, full disclosure."

Which is when he reached over and put his arms around Tony before pulling-

And he kept pulling. Kept pulling up and up and up until they were high in the sky with only Clark's arms around him. And a knowing smirk.

"Then this is how we get back to the dorms. You want the fast track or the scenic route?"

Tony was startled enough by the sudden contact that it took him a moment to realise they'd left the ground. The second he did realise, he started, flinging his arms around Clark in surprise.

"You...what..I..." no wonder he'd been able to get them both out of the car before it exploded. No wonder he could do... almost everything he could do. "How long have you been able to fly?" he finally said, acknowledging it was a stupid question as soon as he said it.

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