HERE I GO AGAIN ON MY OWN

WARFARE → CLARK&LOIS

Peter tilted his head in confusion, “Okay?” Once her hands were back in her own lap a small smile formed on Peter’s lips and as he peered at the girl beside him. “Was it really bothering you that much?” He lightly chuckled to himself. He hadn’t even known the glasses sliding down his nose, than again he usually never did. Most of the time it wasn’t until they were on the ground he remembered they were on his face.

With a laugh she smiled guiltily, saying, "You have no idea." Everyday she had to sit across from Clark and notice when his glasses would slip down his nose. Usually when he was reading or typing away at his computer. Every single time she had wanted push them up on his face. Wasn't that what people with glasses did anyway? Used their pointer finger to push them up the slope of their nose. It was like the geek mating call. But unlike with Peter, she would never have dared to do it to Clark, because she'd never hear the end of it. Whereas Peter didn't seem to mind. Just as she was about to say something to break the silence, the subway came to a stop announcing her destination in Metropolis. Turning to look at Peter, she gave him a slight nudge. "We should meet up on subways more often, Parker. They make you bearable -- maybe even both of us." After she obtained her purse from around her leg, she used his shoulder to push herself up and made her way off the subway without another word.

Peter accepted her no promises, after all it would be the best he would get from Lois. He sighed lightly before delving into his story. “So here I am just stepping on to the cart, and it was a busy day so there’s barely any room for people to stand much less sit. I make my way down to a spot where I can stand but there’s no rails or anything to hold on to.” Peter paused as people started transitioning on and off the cart. The noise from them all being too much to continue talking over. After things had settled he turned towards Lois now and continued on. “So things are going fine at first, I’m managing to stay up right. But then, of course, the subway comes to a sudden and quick stop and it causes me to fall. Of course I couldn’t just fall to the floor, no instead I fell right on this lady. My head was right face down in her lap. Now of course I got up and apologized, but she didn’t see it as an accident. She thought, well you know what she thought. Anyway, that’s when she started beating me with her purse.” Peter winced slightly remember the pain from her hits, “I honestly think she had bricks in her bag. She only stopped when it got to her stop.”

Though Lois enjoyed the story, it was hard for her to completely focus. When she wasn't laughing at the imagery Peter was describing, she was staring at his glasses. Holding her fingers in her hand. When he was finished, she finally decided enough was enough. "Okay, just --" Lois made a noise of indecision, her hands gesturing as if she was weighing her options. "Don't freak okay, alright?" With that being said, she made the simplest of motions, lifting her finger and pushing Peter's glasses up so that they were securely positioned at the top of his nose. A sigh of relief leaving her lips. "That's been driving me crazy." She almost even apologized for it, but she rarely apologized for anything, she was not going to start now.

"Of course it was. What did you think a normal experience would still warrant being called worse than sitting to a dying man over there?" It was an exaggeration, but then again the man did actually sound like he was dying so Peter didn’t feel to bad for making it seem worse than it was. He returned her smile, "Really, you like stories? Nah, sorry I think someone forgot to fill me in on that little bit of information about you." Maybe it was because Lois wasn’t being difficult, or maybe because Peter was grateful for her letting him sit next to her without causing a fuss. Either way their banter at the moment was easy and it was surprisingly much preferred over their usual conversation style. "Promise me though, if you laugh, at least try and tone it down some for the sake of my feelings."

"Hey for all I knew you getting beaten up by a purse and entertaining onlookers alike was four subway rides ago," she mused. As she watched him she analyzed him. Looking over his features, because something told her they'd ever find themselves this close again. Besides, watching people was the best way to get to know someone -- especially if they were an open book. So far the jury was still out on Peter. But his glasses were slipping down his nose and her fingers twitched to push them up. Realizing how it would come off not only to him, but to those around her -- and there were always people watching -- she let it be. "I make no promises."