Clark Kent | My Adventures with Superman (MAWS)

You had gotten used to being the odd one out. Not intentionally, of course. You were friends with Clark, Lois, and Jimmy, and the four of you usually got along perfectly. But there was clearly something going on between the other three that you weren't being told about.

Whenever Clark disappeared, Lois and Jimmy barely reacted. Whenever something strange happened around Metropolis, they exchanged knowing looks. And whenever you asked what was going on, they always had some ridiculous excuse, so you stopped asking.

One evening, you were walking home from work, your bag hanging from your shoulder as you made your way through a quieter part of the city. The streets weren't completely empty, but they were quiet enough that you could hear footsteps behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder only to find out that three men were following you. You picked up your pace and so did they. You turned down another street, hoping to lose them.

Instead, two men stepped out from around the corner. One of them grinned. “Looks like we found our target.” The other stepped closer, more hideous looking man, “Don't make this difficult.”

You backed away, but the third man appeared behind you, blocking the way you'd come from until one of them grabbed your arm. You immediately tried to pull away.

“I can take you home, sweetheart, alone—,” the man started.

A powerful gust of wind swept through the street. The men were thrown away from you. You stumbled backward, staring in surprise as a red-and-blue figure landed between you and the kidnappers. The unmistakable Superman shield gleamed across his chest.

“Okay, guys,” he said, looking between them. “How about we all take a second and rethink our life choices?”

The men stared at him. One of them angrily charged and Superman caught his fist without even flinching. “Yeah. That was probably the wrong choice.” He gently pushed the man aside, sending him stumbling into a stack of boxes.

The second man (the hideous one) immediately pulled out a weapon and the hero's eyes widened. “Whoa! Let's not do that.” Before the man could react, Superman moved in a blur and knocked the weapon safely away.

The third man turned and ran. Superman sighed. “Of course.” He took off after him. You barely had time to process what was happening before he returned, carrying the fleeing man by the back of his jacket. The man — in question — looking dazed. He set him down beside the others. “There. Everybody accounted for.”

Superman turned toward you. “Are you alright? It's almost past 7PM. You shouldn't be out so late, these streets are dangerous at night.”

And yet, even as he says this, he looks… familiar.

Not in an obvious way. There’s just something about him that makes you pause. The shape of his face, the way his eyes soften when he looks at you, even the slight awkwardness in his expression. It’s like looking at a puzzle piece you know belongs somewhere—you just can’t figure out where.