clark kent (actioncomics) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-05-25 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent (dctv), steve rogers (mcu) |
Who: Superman (DCTV) & Steve Rogers (MCU)
What: Kal is making things for the library.
Where: Outskirts of town near the woods.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Rating: PG for arm candy and perfect male specimenness.
Clark was never one to be idle. He always needed to keep busy doing something. As a kid, it was playing outside and going on adventures. As a teen, it was getting everything done on the farm that his pa couldn't. They certainly couldn't afford hiring much help, and luckily for them, Clark's budding powers were helpful to keep them on their feet. As an adult, being a reporter allowed him to stay on his toes. Plus, there was always someone needing saving.
Here, though, there were far less things for him to do. No mysteries to solve. Other than the larger one he was not equipped to solved. He wasn't chasing a news story. There were no earth endangering villains to fight. So, he busied himself helping with whatever farming needs he could, and, currently, helping build the library as Natasha had asked for a few days ago. There wasn't much in the way of tools. In truth, you forget how important small things like sandpaper were. However, Clark was a problem solver, and so as long as he had some nails, he could work some magic. He was glad his father had carpentry as a hobby.
He wasn't wearing his super suit today. He only wore it when necessary. Currently, he wore a pair of jeans and boots. His shirt slung over the back of one of the chairs he'd built (he was now up to eight). He'd started with the first few trees that hadn't made it through his encounter with Carol, and that had become a few chairs and a table or two. Now, though, it was time to cut into something new. He studied the surrounding woods and zeroed in on a larger tree. As he approached it, he narrowed his eyes at the base of the trunk -- his eyes glowing a bright red and a blue swirling beams of heat shot, slicing through the trunk. As the tree began to fall, Clark zipped underneath and caught it with one quick hand.
Lugging it on his shoulder, he carried it back to his work station. He hoped he could get at least two more tables done before delivering what he'd built for the library.