Clark worried too much. Where was his sense of fun? He was a journalist too; where was his passion for the job? Sometimes he was so busy being Superman that he forgot what it was like to follow the leads to the answers you were looking for, and then writing a story that exposed the truth, and brought justice to the right people.
But then, Clark was Superman, and journalism was a job. Lois was a journalist, and journalism was her profession. He was good, though. Good in a way she would acknowledge for very few, and it frustrated her that her husband restricted himself, she assumed, in the name of some higher calling.
As long as he wasn't stealing her stories. There were plenty to go around.
"I don't even know that their intentions with Rogers were benign, but at the very least, it showed them what they were trying to do was possible. The serum was destroyed, which means they've had to try to replicate it." The implications of what had been called the Super Soldier serum were vast, if what appeared to have followed was true. It made her head swim with ideas.
Lois' face morphed through several different expressions - surprise, suspicion, pleasure, frustration, and then blank as she heard him out. "Listen, Kent. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You know that- I mean, we've talked about this." She was lying, but he knew that already. It was just that she was used to rushing off on stories by herself because it gave her greater pride that the story was hers. And she didn't have to wait for anyone to catch up with her. Yet another reason she liked working with Clark, come to think of it.
"Fine," Lois huffed a sigh. "But I'm probably taking Wade, and maybe Hill, too." She smirked. "We'll talk about the by-line later."